Title: Sizing
Author: RanMouri82
Word Count: 360
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Detective Conan's owned by Aoyama Gosho, but I just call him A-dawg.
Characters: Shin'ichi and Shiho
Notes: After the battle was won, he sized her up—but so did she.
Sizing
"It's ironic, isn't it, Kudou?"
Kudou Shin'ichi turned toward the sandy haired woman sitting beside him on the ambulance bench and blinked. When he had approached Miyano Shiho a few minutes ago, after Officer Satou had completed her gentle questioning and left, he saw that the young chemist simply sat, gazing into the starlit night as she sipped her mug and tugged her blanket securely around her shoulders. At that moment, all the newly restored teenagers shared was a nod and, after Shin'ichi joined her on the bench, a time of companionable silence.
Chuckling, a sparkle flit across Shiho's ice blue gaze. "It is ironic."
Shin'ichi frowned as, without elaborating, Shiho lifted the mug to her lips once more and sipped, puffing tiny clouds of air into the chilled night. The detective still found it a little strange to look at Shiho; before now, he had only seen her once, and that was a mere instant on a dark roof in the dead of winter. In truth, it was the childish, albeit melancholy face and figure of Haibara Ai that left its imprint in his memory.
"What do you mean?" Shin'ichi muttered, slumping as he rested his chin in his palm and, out of habit, lifted his legs beneath their high seat. "How close the boss's hideout was? Or what happened with Gin?" He remembered the latter with a smile: in a strange twist of fate, Shiho had suddenly emerged from hiding at the crucial moment Gin cornered him and Ran, holding Gin just as Gin once held her sister and even herself—at gunpoint.
But Shiho smirked and shook her head, her reddish hair now streaked by red and white flashes of the ambulance and police cars surrounding them. Setting her mug on the bench, Shiho slid to her feet and stretched, tugging the blanket about her shoulders once more. Glancing over her shoulder, she asked, "You still don't get it? Stand up."
Arching an eyebrow, Shin'ichi did so, stopping short as his eyes met Shiho's . . . nose.
"It's so ironic, it's pathetic," Shiho said, laughing as the great detective Kudou Shin'ichi blushed with embarrassment. "Kudou . . . I'm taller than you."