Okay, this is a tiny note to Team Ayumi. Try going on to and making an account there. After that's done, write down the address you went on along with its password and stick it on your desk (Or whatever the computer is sitting on), from there, you can create you fanfiction account. I wouldn't try using the same username and password as you attempted to use this time, though. After that, write down your new username and password on the same sheet of paper as the Gmail account (or if there isn't any room left, then write them down on a separate sheet of paper and read what it says to you after you've signed up. If it says it's going to email you a notification of your signing up to your email, then go back and check it. I think you'll be able to get on from here.
But just because I can't just make this little chapter an author's note because it's to somebody specifically who doesn't have an account, I suppose I have to allow you 16 Ways fans (though very few of you, I love you all! (:) to indulge yourselves in some type of AyumixConan reading! Lol (You know I'm' joking, I'm not that full of myself! xD) So, here's a Valentine's Day Fic! Enjoy!
LoVeY LoVeY LoVeY LoVeY LoVeY LoVeY DOVEY! ;P
Love 12: Waiting and Watching
She hated them, Ayumi concluded. She hated all of the girls in the class. Well, except for Ai-chan. Ai-chan was her friend!
Besides, she thought as she turned to see what her dear friend was doing, Ai-chan was a very happy camper with Mitsuhiko.
As if on cue, Mitsuhiko turned around in his seat and asked Haibara something. Looking up, Haibara let a smile go and leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. The two exchanged chocolates.
Ayumi smiled at them…but she could feel it. She could feel that bad feeling Mommy called jealousy. She knew it could be worse, though. She turned to look at Conan. She was right. He was surrounded by the rest of the girls of the class. They were telling him how cute he was and complementing his smarts. Most set a heart of chocolates on his desk and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek afterwards. By the time they all had set the chocolates down, 2/3 of the girls had kissed Conan. He seemed to be enjoying it.
This, Ayumi knew, made the feeling in her stomach even deeper, to the point where it was hurting her. Her sight was clouded with some type of green mist formed from her body.
"Oh, Conan-kun, you've got a real way with words!"
Why couldn't she be that outgoing?
"Oh, Conan-kun, your figure is so amazing I just want to hold on and never let go!"
Why couldn't she be that mature? Why couldn't she do that?
"Oh, Conan-kun, you've got the softest skin!"
Ayumi stood up abruptly and asked the teacher to go the restroom.
When she came back a while later, the girls were still all tucked tightly around Conan, their arms around his neck and his waist, and his chest, and…and-!
She wouldn't think about it anymore.
She looked at the pile of heart-shaped boxes on Conan's desk, the colorful and unique wrappings clad in others.
Then she took a look at her desk, opening it up only the slightest. Inside was a pink, white, and red striped Tupperware container which held oval-shaped chocolates. She had been learning to make chocolates all week. She stifled a giggle. She was terrible at first, HORRID even, but she was able to get better over the seven days with professional help. (They had been somebody her mom hired.)
Looking back over at the others, she sighed and closed the desk. She'd have to wait to give them to him.
And she did, she waited until the end of their first class. There he was, all alone, talking to the normal simplicity that was their tiny clip of friends. Overjoyed by this, she shuffled her foot into the unmoving tile a little. She was going to give him her chocolates! Taking a deep breath, she called out to him.
"Conan-kun!"
Oh, how she wished that was her voice. A group of three girls who he didn't have classes with came up to him, their first-grader laughter echoing in his ears. "Conan-kun, will you accept these chocolates, please?" Their requests were not unheard and he accepted the chocolates, politely however, turning down their requests to go on a 'play-date' to Tropical Land.
Ayumi would have to wait a while longer.
And she did, she waited until after they were half-way through the day.
"Conan-kun!"
Sigh… here we go again. A blonde girl with bouncing curls gave Conan chocolates and asked him out. He was about to say no when her face darkened and showed death. He instantly said he was just busy.
Ayumi would have to wait just a tad bit longer.
And she did, she waited until the end of the day. That's when she finally was going to give him the chocolates! "Conan-kun!" The voice was cheery and sweet, it was her own that she was beginning to long to hear from herself. The detective turned around. "Ayumi-chan! Hello! How are you?"
Ayumi stood there in front of him, bright smile wide and luxurious. "Conan-kun!"
"Where have you been all day? I haven't seen you!"
She inwardly gulped back her happy screech. He noticed she was gone! "Conan-kun I just wanted to-!"
"Conan-kun!" This was a different voice, one that both Ayumi and Conan knew.
One that Ayumi's stomach dropped at the sound of and one that Conan was happily dazed at the sound of.
"Conan-kun! It's time to go home!"
It was Ran's.
"Sorry, Ayumi-chan. This'll have to wait. Coming Nee-chan!"
The world was Ran's.
He ran up to the teenager, her leaning down to hug him tightly. He sighed with happiness and hugged back, his tiny arms around her waist- which was as far as he could reach at their angle. She said something when she pulled away; it was something that made him laugh. It was something that made him repeat her words, and something that made him smile. It was "I've missed you."
And as Ayumi the two walked away, hand-in-hand, the single thought occurred to her.
He was Ran's.
It had taken her a long cell call to her mother, thinking, remembering, and walking for 15 minutes, but she had reached the place she wished to. The park… There, she sat in a bench, setting the chocolates down beside her.
She cried.
She cried for the lost time of waiting.
She cried for the meaningless hoping.
She cried for her first love.
She cried for her future heartbreaks.
She cried for herself.
Then, she was done. She got up, grabbing the chocolates, and went home.
She went home and sat on her bed.
She listened for the phone.
Sure enough, Genta called up to ask where she had been, if she was okay, and to wish her a happy Valentine's Day.
Through her tears, she said she was concentrating on work, that she was okay, and that she wished him a happy day as well.
She hung up the phone. Ten seconds later, Mitsuhiko called. She had to repeat the process.
She hung up the phone. Five seconds later, Haibara called. She asked how her day had been, if she had a good Valentine's so far, and spoke of her and Mitsuhiko.
She, through a face filled with dry tears, said her day was sunny, that she had an okay Valentine's Day, and said she was happy for her friend.
Then Haibara asked if she'd given Conan the chocolate.
Ayumi quickly said no and hung up.
An hour later, the phone rang again. Knowing it would be Haibara, she answered it.
"Open your door."
Smiling, Ayumi knew what it would be. She opened the door to see a single person standing there, body nearly covered by the barrage of sweets they were carrying. Ayumi gasped, surprised by how desperate Ai must have been to cheer her up this time. (The two of them did this every year on Valentine's; it was kind of a tradition for the past three years.) "Ai-chan, you didn't have to bring all of that! The usual ice-cream and comedy movies are just fine! Did you and Mitsuhiko have a fight?"
"So she was right, you did think I was her."
The person set the treats down and turned around to face her.
"I've done this to you every year?"
Ayumi gulped and took a step back, clutching a hand to her chest and looking away. Conan reached into the large pile and picked something out, hesitating before pulling it from the huge pile.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Ayumi."
There in his hand laid a small, circle-shaped chocolate, protected in a Tupperware container that was un-wrapped. Gasping, Ayumi looked up at him, questioning his motives. He held a placid blush on his cheeks. "I don't want you to cry anymore." Grabbing her hand, he placed it over his that held the container.
And they exchanged chocolates, and hugs, and kisses, and loving stares as the night went on.
LoVeY LoVeY LoVeY LoVeY LoVeY LoVeY DOVEY! ;P
Yeah, I got the idea for the story as I wrote. Lol So... I'm actually planning on doing what Ayumi did in this fic this Valentine's! ;) Wish me luck (I fear I may not be the best cook, or that he might not like me enough, KNOCK ON WOOD! GAH! 0o0 T.T) Well, Team Ayumi, good luck making your account! ^_^