Haircut
By socchan
The barber eyed Conan warily as he tied the smock around the boy's neck. "You sure about this, son?"
Conan sighed. "Positive."
"Well, okay then…" Dubiously, the barber set to work, scissors flashing in deft hands.
Shin'ichi watched somewhat regretfully from behind Conan's glasses as locks of hair tumbled down. Oh, well, he thought, A bet's a bet, after all.
Some time later, the bell on the door rang, and a young woman strode in, carrying packages. "Conan-kun?" She looked around for the boy. "Where are you?"
"Over here, Ran-neechan." Ran turned to the source of the voice and stared at the apparent seven-year-old climbing down from the barber's chair and smiling sheepishly. The packages slipped from her numb fingers.
"C-Conan-kun?!"
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The relative silence of the Hattori residence was broken by the ringing of a phone.
"I'll get it!" Heiji called out, reaching for the appliance. He picked it up and put it to his ear. "Hello."
"Hattori," a crisp voice answered.
Heiji grinned into the receiver. "Kudo! Hey. So, did you get it done?"
"Yes," came the annoyed reply. "I hope you're happy."
Heiji grinned wider. "Absolutely. And I hope that this teaches you not to make bets with me about women's fashion."
Conan scowled into the phone on the other end of the line, running his hand over his naked scalp self-consciously. "I hate you." Heiji snickered.
--Fin—
For anyone who can't tell, Heiji made Conan shave his head ;…
No clue where this came from. Took a total of twenty minutes to write out.
Responses appreciated.
Disclaimer: Not mine.