"I don't want to go to Nerima!"
"Conan, it's just to try out this really great ramen joint, the Neko Hanten."
"No."
"Unless you can give us a good explanation for not going, we're going."
"...."
"That's it then, we're going. After all, what could happen?"
**** Later ****
"I don't want to be in Nerima." Conan groused as they sat at their table in the small restaurant.
"Aw, lighten up." Hattori grinned, watching as the waitress walked by, carrying an impossibly large tray over her head with one hand. "After this we can check out the okonomiyaki resturant we've heard so much about too."
Conan crossed his arms stubbornly and refused to say anything more on it. Ran giggled, she thought he looked cute when he was sulking. Kazuha agreed with her.
"Mousse!" The owner of the shop, a small old lady on a tall cane shouted. "Is the inventory done yet?"
"This is taking a while. Some of the labels fell off." Mousse called back.
The hairs on the back of Conan's neck prickled. He had a bad feeling about this.
"Bring them here and I can tell you what they are." The Obaasan ordered.
"Alright."
In addition to the prickling hairs on the back of his neck, he could feel his stomach suddenly shift somewhere around his feet.
The waitress bounced up to them, all smiles. "Shampoo take your order now!" She chirped.
Alarm bells went off.
"I'd like a bowl of your pork ramen." Ran said politely. Behind her, a suddenly familiar shape came walking thru the narrow tables, carrying several medium sized containers.
As Conan watched, the blind Chinese boy slipped on a chopstick someone had left on the floor, one of the containers spinning around before deciding to topple over and spill it's contents.
Right on to Ran's back.
~SPLASH!~
-Riiiiiiip!-
Huge white wings sprouted from Ran's back where the water had hit her, ripping the back of her shirt in the process. The wings swept back, hitting the blind waiter with enough force to spin him around. More containers started to topple.
"Look out!" Conan jumped up and pushed Ran out of the way of another container, getting drenched himself.
~SPLASH!~
-Riiiiiiip!-
"Watch out!" He could hear Hattori shout in the background. Conan crouched down, just as Mousse back-pedalled, tripping over him. Buckets and water flew everywhere. The sounds of splashing, shouts and animal sounds was near-deafening for a moment.
Then it faded and Conan looked up just in time to see a penguin waddle by.
***
"I told you I didn't want to go to Nerima." Conan muttered, attempting to pull the short Chinese style dress down to a more modest level as they walked out of the subway station to head for the Mouri home. It was wet, it was raining and the teenage-boy-stuck-in-the-body-of-a-small-boy-who-was-currently-a-cute-teenage-girl wasn't happy.
Hattori growled wordlessly, soaking wet and obviously not happy. Several people quickly scurried away, not wanting to get in the way of the large irate chocolate and black wolf-dog.
"Conan-kun, you're not helping." Ran admonished, the large white wings on her back fluttering nervously.
"Sorry." She didn't sound it. Kazuha, in the form of the small calico cat on Hattori's back, rolled her eyes.
"Conan-kun..."
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry." Conan muttered sounding less pleased than Hattori looked.
Kazuha let out a soft mew, looking up at the sky. It was starting to sprinkle again.
Ran sighed, spreading her wings out to act as an umbrella for the others. "Well, at least they're useful for something." She remarked.
Conan smirked, tugging the dress down again. Why it kept riding up was beyond her. "I don't think angels were build for moving around on the ground, Ran-neechan."
"I'm not an angel!"
Both Hattori and Kazuha made a noise that sounded suspiciously close to snickering. "I'm not!" She protested.
Conan settled for grinning at her. "Do you have the keys, Ran-neechan?" She asked, distracting Ran as they approached their home.
"Hm? Yeah, here they are." Ran pulled the keys out of her jeans, holding them up. Conan gave a small sigh of relief. One less thing to worry about.
"You going to be okay on the stairs, Heiji-niichan?" Conan asked, holding the door open for her 4 legged friends.
The Wolf-Dog snorted and practically flew up the stairs, Kazuha calmly riding on his back as if she were a princess in a palanquin.
There was much to be said about cat grace. Not all of it complementary.
Conan quickly followed them, joining them at the top of the stairs just as Ran opened the door. "Hey, Dad! We're here!"
"Welcome back." Mouri said, without looking up from his newspaper as Ran walked in. "How was the trip?"
"Memorable. We had a slight accident..."
"Ahhh!" The four wet teenagers were greeted by the sight of Mouri falling backwards out of his chair. "My daughter died and became an angel!"
"I'm not DEAD!" Ran snapped. "And I'm not an angel either!"
Conan quickly launched a sleeping needle at him, causing Mouri to appear as if he fainted from shock.
Ran blinked, surprised. "Don't worry, Ran-neechan." Conan said in her best innocent voice, distracting the winged girl. "I'm sure that you'll always be Shin'ichi-niichan's Angel."
Ran blushed bright red. "I-I'll go get some hot water. I think the Obaasan said that would change us back." She stammered, walking off.
Hattori shot him a look that was truly disgusted. Conan grinned. Kazuha looked un-impressed by the exchange.
"There's hot water left from tea." Ran called from the kitchen. This was followed by a heavy 'Thud!' as Ran hit her wings on the door jam walking back into the room. She grimaced, an armload of towels on one arm, the tea kettle in the other hand. "Remind me not to do that again."
"Here, Ran-neechan. Let me get your wings." Conan took the teakettle from her and carefully trickled some of the warm water on her back. Like magic, the wings melted away and disappeared.
"Oh, thank you." She gave a sigh of relief. "It feels like a weight's been taken off my shoulders."
Conan smiled, pouring the water on the cat and dog. Which turned out to have a bit of an unexpected side-effect.
Hattori was crouched down on the ground, Kazuha pressed up against his back, her arms wrapped around his neck. Neither of them had a stitch of clothing on, except for the twin omamori around their neck.
It took a second for the situation to sink in, then the Osaka pair blushed bright red.
Kazuha made a half hearted attempt to move away before realising that that would leave her with nothing to hide behind and quickly pressed back up against him. Which caused Hattori to do what appeared to be a slow burn full body blush.
"I'll go get some blankets." Ran quickly decided. Conan fought the urge to snicker as she rapidly scurried off.
"Laugh and I'll have your head, Kudo." Hattori growled.
Conan settled for smirking instead.
"Here you go." Ran handed Kazuha and Hattori each a large blanket. Both of them quickly wrapped it around themselves, purposely not looking at each other.
"How long did the Obaasan say this curse would last?" Hattori asked. "I was a bit... distracted at the time."
Kazuha sniffed. "Chasing my tail." He ducked his head, embarrassed.
"She wasn't sure." Conan commented, grabbing one of the towels and quickly drying her head. "There were too many different cursed waters flying around. We'll know by tomorrow if it's temporary or not."
"How?" Kazuha asked.
"If water still changes us tomorrow, it's permanent."
"You don't seem to mind too much." Hattori commented, noticing that Conan was still in the cursed form.
Conan grinned. "I'm big!" The 'again' part was left out, but Hattori caught it anyway.
"You're a girl."
"And?"
Hattori shook his head, dismissing the argument.
"I do remember the Obaasan did warn us about one thing though." Ran volunteered cheerfully.
"What was that?" Kazuha asked.
It was at that point that Mouri woke up with a jerk, knocking his glass of water off the table. It flew into the air, spreading it's contents on the still wet teenagers, much to everyone's surprise.
~SPLASH!~
He passed back out again, without the aid of Conan's sleeping needles.
Ran sighed, attempting to fold her wings out of the way again as Hattori and Kazuha wiggled out of the blankets.
"We're water magnets."
Fin.
********************
Jusenkyo Curses:
Ran: Spring of Drowned Crane (but only on her back)
Conan: Spring of Drowned Girl
Hattori: Spring of Drowned Wolf-Dog (okay so that's an old one, but it fits sooo well)
Kahuza: Spring of Drowned Cat
Kaito (not-appearing-in-this-fic) Kid: Spring of Drowned Fish.
"Conan, it's just to try out this really great ramen joint, the Neko Hanten."
"No."
"Unless you can give us a good explanation for not going, we're going."
"...."
"That's it then, we're going. After all, what could happen?"
**** Later ****
"I don't want to be in Nerima." Conan groused as they sat at their table in the small restaurant.
"Aw, lighten up." Hattori grinned, watching as the waitress walked by, carrying an impossibly large tray over her head with one hand. "After this we can check out the okonomiyaki resturant we've heard so much about too."
Conan crossed his arms stubbornly and refused to say anything more on it. Ran giggled, she thought he looked cute when he was sulking. Kazuha agreed with her.
"Mousse!" The owner of the shop, a small old lady on a tall cane shouted. "Is the inventory done yet?"
"This is taking a while. Some of the labels fell off." Mousse called back.
The hairs on the back of Conan's neck prickled. He had a bad feeling about this.
"Bring them here and I can tell you what they are." The Obaasan ordered.
"Alright."
In addition to the prickling hairs on the back of his neck, he could feel his stomach suddenly shift somewhere around his feet.
The waitress bounced up to them, all smiles. "Shampoo take your order now!" She chirped.
Alarm bells went off.
"I'd like a bowl of your pork ramen." Ran said politely. Behind her, a suddenly familiar shape came walking thru the narrow tables, carrying several medium sized containers.
As Conan watched, the blind Chinese boy slipped on a chopstick someone had left on the floor, one of the containers spinning around before deciding to topple over and spill it's contents.
Right on to Ran's back.
~SPLASH!~
-Riiiiiiip!-
Huge white wings sprouted from Ran's back where the water had hit her, ripping the back of her shirt in the process. The wings swept back, hitting the blind waiter with enough force to spin him around. More containers started to topple.
"Look out!" Conan jumped up and pushed Ran out of the way of another container, getting drenched himself.
~SPLASH!~
-Riiiiiiip!-
"Watch out!" He could hear Hattori shout in the background. Conan crouched down, just as Mousse back-pedalled, tripping over him. Buckets and water flew everywhere. The sounds of splashing, shouts and animal sounds was near-deafening for a moment.
Then it faded and Conan looked up just in time to see a penguin waddle by.
***
"I told you I didn't want to go to Nerima." Conan muttered, attempting to pull the short Chinese style dress down to a more modest level as they walked out of the subway station to head for the Mouri home. It was wet, it was raining and the teenage-boy-stuck-in-the-body-of-a-small-boy-who-was-currently-a-cute-teenage-girl wasn't happy.
Hattori growled wordlessly, soaking wet and obviously not happy. Several people quickly scurried away, not wanting to get in the way of the large irate chocolate and black wolf-dog.
"Conan-kun, you're not helping." Ran admonished, the large white wings on her back fluttering nervously.
"Sorry." She didn't sound it. Kazuha, in the form of the small calico cat on Hattori's back, rolled her eyes.
"Conan-kun..."
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry." Conan muttered sounding less pleased than Hattori looked.
Kazuha let out a soft mew, looking up at the sky. It was starting to sprinkle again.
Ran sighed, spreading her wings out to act as an umbrella for the others. "Well, at least they're useful for something." She remarked.
Conan smirked, tugging the dress down again. Why it kept riding up was beyond her. "I don't think angels were build for moving around on the ground, Ran-neechan."
"I'm not an angel!"
Both Hattori and Kazuha made a noise that sounded suspiciously close to snickering. "I'm not!" She protested.
Conan settled for grinning at her. "Do you have the keys, Ran-neechan?" She asked, distracting Ran as they approached their home.
"Hm? Yeah, here they are." Ran pulled the keys out of her jeans, holding them up. Conan gave a small sigh of relief. One less thing to worry about.
"You going to be okay on the stairs, Heiji-niichan?" Conan asked, holding the door open for her 4 legged friends.
The Wolf-Dog snorted and practically flew up the stairs, Kazuha calmly riding on his back as if she were a princess in a palanquin.
There was much to be said about cat grace. Not all of it complementary.
Conan quickly followed them, joining them at the top of the stairs just as Ran opened the door. "Hey, Dad! We're here!"
"Welcome back." Mouri said, without looking up from his newspaper as Ran walked in. "How was the trip?"
"Memorable. We had a slight accident..."
"Ahhh!" The four wet teenagers were greeted by the sight of Mouri falling backwards out of his chair. "My daughter died and became an angel!"
"I'm not DEAD!" Ran snapped. "And I'm not an angel either!"
Conan quickly launched a sleeping needle at him, causing Mouri to appear as if he fainted from shock.
Ran blinked, surprised. "Don't worry, Ran-neechan." Conan said in her best innocent voice, distracting the winged girl. "I'm sure that you'll always be Shin'ichi-niichan's Angel."
Ran blushed bright red. "I-I'll go get some hot water. I think the Obaasan said that would change us back." She stammered, walking off.
Hattori shot him a look that was truly disgusted. Conan grinned. Kazuha looked un-impressed by the exchange.
"There's hot water left from tea." Ran called from the kitchen. This was followed by a heavy 'Thud!' as Ran hit her wings on the door jam walking back into the room. She grimaced, an armload of towels on one arm, the tea kettle in the other hand. "Remind me not to do that again."
"Here, Ran-neechan. Let me get your wings." Conan took the teakettle from her and carefully trickled some of the warm water on her back. Like magic, the wings melted away and disappeared.
"Oh, thank you." She gave a sigh of relief. "It feels like a weight's been taken off my shoulders."
Conan smiled, pouring the water on the cat and dog. Which turned out to have a bit of an unexpected side-effect.
Hattori was crouched down on the ground, Kazuha pressed up against his back, her arms wrapped around his neck. Neither of them had a stitch of clothing on, except for the twin omamori around their neck.
It took a second for the situation to sink in, then the Osaka pair blushed bright red.
Kazuha made a half hearted attempt to move away before realising that that would leave her with nothing to hide behind and quickly pressed back up against him. Which caused Hattori to do what appeared to be a slow burn full body blush.
"I'll go get some blankets." Ran quickly decided. Conan fought the urge to snicker as she rapidly scurried off.
"Laugh and I'll have your head, Kudo." Hattori growled.
Conan settled for smirking instead.
"Here you go." Ran handed Kazuha and Hattori each a large blanket. Both of them quickly wrapped it around themselves, purposely not looking at each other.
"How long did the Obaasan say this curse would last?" Hattori asked. "I was a bit... distracted at the time."
Kazuha sniffed. "Chasing my tail." He ducked his head, embarrassed.
"She wasn't sure." Conan commented, grabbing one of the towels and quickly drying her head. "There were too many different cursed waters flying around. We'll know by tomorrow if it's temporary or not."
"How?" Kazuha asked.
"If water still changes us tomorrow, it's permanent."
"You don't seem to mind too much." Hattori commented, noticing that Conan was still in the cursed form.
Conan grinned. "I'm big!" The 'again' part was left out, but Hattori caught it anyway.
"You're a girl."
"And?"
Hattori shook his head, dismissing the argument.
"I do remember the Obaasan did warn us about one thing though." Ran volunteered cheerfully.
"What was that?" Kazuha asked.
It was at that point that Mouri woke up with a jerk, knocking his glass of water off the table. It flew into the air, spreading it's contents on the still wet teenagers, much to everyone's surprise.
~SPLASH!~
He passed back out again, without the aid of Conan's sleeping needles.
Ran sighed, attempting to fold her wings out of the way again as Hattori and Kazuha wiggled out of the blankets.
"We're water magnets."
Fin.
********************
Jusenkyo Curses:
Ran: Spring of Drowned Crane (but only on her back)
Conan: Spring of Drowned Girl
Hattori: Spring of Drowned Wolf-Dog (okay so that's an old one, but it fits sooo well)
Kahuza: Spring of Drowned Cat
Kaito (not-appearing-in-this-fic) Kid: Spring of Drowned Fish.