Title: Deadlines
Author: RanMouri82
Word Count: 301
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Detective Conan's owned by Aoyama Gosho, but I just call him A-dawg.
Pairings: Kudou Yukiko and Yuusaku
Notes: For a mystery writer, deadline took on a whole new meaning.
Deadlines
Kudou Yukiko used to enjoy sitting in the humble café, with its clean cut staff and soft jazz music—when Yuusaku was ditching work. But ever since he bought a laptop computer, the coffee shop became Yuusaku's personal sweatshop: his work there produced ten drops of sweat per minute. Yukiko stuck her tongue out at the simple fact she noticed such a thing.
Dropping her chin on the polished wooden table of the booth they shared, as Yuusaku typed in a sped-up version of Morse code, Yukiko moaned, "If you wanted to work on your novel, you could've stayed home."
"Believe it or not, this place gives me inspiration. Deadline's coming up, so I gotta go with what works," Yuusaku muttered, taking a half sip of his latte before slamming it on the table and releasing both hands to type furiously, as if gaining a fresh burst of said inspiration.
Yukiko glanced out the window with sleepy eyes, drawn by a sudden gust of wind. It tossed the trees on the sidewalk, threw an empty bag of potato chips in the air, and almost flipped a woman's skirt. Inspiration, hm?
Just as Yukiko slapped her hands on the table and opened her mouth to tell her husband she was going home, it happened.
Yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Both Kudous leapt out of their seats and raced toward the horrifying sound, but if Yukiko did not know any better, Yuusaku sharpened his gaze and—smirked.
Two hours later, after several rounds of police interrogation, an evolution of theories ranging from accident to suicide to murder, and an ultimately brilliant deduction from Kudou Yuusaku himself, Yukiko arched an eyebrow, wondering if after all these years of marriage, she had learned something new. Maybe, for a mystery writer, the word deadline took on a whole new meaning.