Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of the source material. 名探偵コナン/Detective Conan is the intellectual property of Ayoama Gosho, and published by Shōgakukan.
Author's note: While writing this, a second version spawned itself, which I've included in this chapter, and can be found below.
間/Ma
No. 2: 名探偵コナン/Detective Conan: V1
Cast in golden red by the setting sun, the city prepares for the coming night. A warm breeze rustles the leaves, and the lamps around the park are turning on one by one.
Carefully balancing a soccer ball on his laces, he takes a breath before launching it upwards, higher than one would think someone his size should be able to. The distant buzzing of a busy day winding down, the honks of cars bound homewards merge with the chirrup of birds and cicada, but he does not care for either.
His eyes follow the ball's trajectory from behind spectacles he does and does not need. The ball returns, bouncing off his one then the other knee, then rolling down his shin, before being launched up again.
There is neither Kudō nor Edogawa. Right now, it's just him and the ball.
V2:
Cast in golden red by the setting sun, the city prepares for the coming night. A warm breeze rustles the leaves, and the lamps around the park are turning on one by one.
Carefully balancing a soccer ball on his laces, he takes a breath before launching it upwards, higher than one would think someone his size should be able to. The distant buzzing of a busy day winding down, the honks of cars bound homewards merge with the chirrup of birds and cicada, but he does not care for either.
His eyes follow the ball's trajectory from behind spectacles he does and does not need. The ball returns, bouncing off his one then the other knee, rolling down his shin, before being launched up again. Caught and bounced off his forehead, caught and bounced off his one then the other knee, bounced from one foot to the other, and then launched up again.
Rinse, repeat…
A cell-phone in his pockets begins to buzz, breaking his concentration. Above, the sky set in twilight now. The ball, forgotten, plops into the dirt, as he is momentarily confused which of his phones he's supposed to answer.