Unwelcome Performances
The most exciting game of the year, Tokyo Spirits versus Big Osaka, and Edogawa Conan was completely unable to enjoy it thanks to the fidgeting teenager next to him. He had become accustomed the hindrance the kids had brought to the enjoyment of the game, talking too much and all. He learned that to be a believable kid you can't sit still and keep your eyes on the ball every second, as much as he'd love to. And as much as he was used to occasionally forcing a distraction upon himself during the games, this guy was making it absolutely impossible to concentrate for a second.
Tapping his feet on the concrete, drum rolls on Conan's arm rest, being accidentally kicked in the face as the teenager moved to 'sit' upside down, then being nudged in the face by the guy's knee when he was attempting some kind of yoga move, and then there was the juggling.
Juggling, sure ok, fine as a street performance. Not at a soccer game, using the same balls that you pretended to pull from the ear of the kid sitting next to you.
And then there were the doves. Beautiful creatures, when they're not surrounding you like cops would a wanted criminal. And pooping, oh god doves are not so cute when they're pooping in your hair. Conan wasn't certain whether or not he should be happy that it was just a trick done with marshmallow fluff, sure it's less disgusting but something as sticky as marshmallow fluff is going to be hell to get out.
Maybe, just maybe, he was a little paranoid, but Conan could swear all of this was to simply annoy him and distract him from the biggest game of the year. Of course, no random person would come up and do that to someone they had never met.
He glanced over as the teenager was doing a headstand in his chair. 'Alright, no sane person would annoy a random kid at a soccer game.' he thought, scowling with his arms crossing his chest. 'That's it, the guy is clinically insane. That's all, makes perfect sense. Not his fault he's looney. Just try to ignore him, watch the game watch the game watch the game...'
And suddenly, the guy just stretched and walked off, leaving a very relieved Conan to observe the rest of the game's progress, which he would do in Kudo Shinichi mode, eyes never leave the white and black checkered ball.
And suddenly a white blur passed his eyes. He blinked, thinking that maybe he was watching just a bit too intently.
...until a swarm of cops in navy blue rushed the field, chasing the guy in white who had stolen the ball from Big Osaka, and was currently dribbling it into their goal.
Conan felt his eye lid twitch.
The hesitant voice of the announcer filled the silence that had quickly grown over the stadium, "And uh... Kaitou Kid scores for the Tokyo Spirits...! ...I think..."
He glanced to his right, at the seat where the annoying teenager sat moments before.
His lip twitched upwards as he felt his blood boil. His mouth promptly fell as Kaitou Kid ascended the stairs on the other side of the stadium, cops in tow.
Kid paused as he was standing on the fence that surrounded the top of the stadium, and Conan got a good shot of him waving politely, in his direction on the television screens.
The theif then activated his hang glider and flew away over the stadium, the wind taking him directly over Conan's seat.
PLOP!
And a large spoonful of marshmallow fluff landed at Conan's feet.
Defeated, he slumped back into his chair. "Well... at least that's a point for the Spirits."
Did Kaito specifically do this to annoy him? Why not. :) Marshmallow fluff? Why not! Do I remember what I was intending to write when I started this? Probably not! If there's something you don't understand here... chances are I don't either. whistles
