Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan.
Oneshot Twenty-Three
Taking Out the Garbage
It was a lovely morning at the Kudo mansion for the newlyweds inhabiting it. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and absolutely nothing could mar the beautiful day.
That is, until Ran returned to the kitchen and her husband, who was still polishing off his breakfast, with a grumpy expression.
"Shinichi, a body fell through the ceiling while I was changing."
"That's the fourth one this week."
"I know; it's starting to worry me."
"Eh, the roof probably just needs fixing. Just throw the body into the garbage."
Ran went off to do so.
The day resumed pleasantly.
A/N: Another drabble attempt. I figure that Conan attracts enough death as he goes about his life, even in the agency, and that his home wouldn't be an exception once he returned to Shinichi. Ran would eventually get used to it, and they'd just end up tossing the bodies away when Shinichi couldn't be bothered with them anymore. The police are totally turning their heads the other way and just not dealing with it because they don't have the time or patience for this crap.