Title:
Hypothesis
& Conclusion
Fandom: Detective
Conan
Author: Clamowamo!
Characters: Jodie
Starling & Shuichi Akai
Theme: 25,
Spectacle
Disclaimer: Meitantei Conan is the sole property
of Aoyama Goshou. (And Shogakukan,
Yomiuri Television, Nihon Television, Shogakukan Production, TOHO,
and TMS (1994-2006).)
Notes:
B.T. (Before Tokyo)
She groaned. The alarm she set on her cellphone did serve a purpose, she had a report that needed turned in by midnight after all, but she couldn't help the urge to throw the damn thing against a wall. She was having such a wonderful dream about Sharon Vineyard being stuck eternally on The Beast at full speed, for some reason Elmo was sitting next to her. Now she found herself with a sore neck and the lines of her cordoroy blazer imprinted on her cheek.
Miserable, truly miserable. The young FBI agent whimpered and groped blindly for her father's glasses. Her hands fell upon nothing but the wooden desk and papers. "What the--," she shot up, her eyes darting frantically around her desk.
"What now?" She blinked. Shuu had his back to her, he was still reading the same criminology study that he had been before she fell asleep.
"I can't find my glasses! Do you know what I did with them?"
He grunted. "It's not like it really matters."
Even before she could open her mouth to retort, he spun around in his chair. Jodie had to do a double take. It was such a spectacle, him gazing at her with misplaced innocense, right through her deceased father's spectacles.
"I knew it," he smirked, pleased with himself or just the situation in general. "They're fake."
--
Annoyed, she tugged that stupid knitted hat off his head. Right along with the long, wavy black hair that was sewed into it, revealing what she had dubbed as the Shuu-fro.
"DAMNIT WOMAN!"
