DC Short Story: Omens
Apr. 21st, 2005 09:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gracie_musicaI hate allergies. And the pollen count's the highest it's been all year... And forcasted to stay up that high for at least a week... I really wish it would rain.
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"A-CHOO!"
"Bless you, Conan," Ran and Kazuha said over their shoulders. Kazuha and Hattori were in Tokyo for the day--Hattori for information on a case, Kazuha for shopping--and the two boys were shadowing their counterparts from a good three yard distance, quietly discussing cases between them.
"T'ank you Ran-neechan, Kazuha-neechan," Conan managed though his white handkerchief.
The girls turned back to their window shopping and their chat, and a snicker escaped Hattori from underneath his baseball cap. "They're talking about ya, Kudo."
Conan rolled his eyes behind thick black frames. "I don't need this, Hattori," he replied, tucking the soft white square of fabric back into a random pocket.
The taller boy just laughed. "Y'know, I once heard that some places in America believe that when ya sneeze, it means someone wants to kiss ya..." The Osaka detective deliberately let his sentence trail off before glancing down at Kudo. The tips of his ears were a bright pink, signaling that he was blushing, a fact that made Hattori positively smirk.
"Hattori, I will kick your ass," Conan warned. "Literally."
"Hey, I'm just warning ya."
And with that scant warning--or as if on cue--an enormous mixed breed mutt tore between Ran and Kazuha, a red leash flapping in it's wake. The dog promptly jumped Conan,who was barely two inches taller than the animal, and began licking the shrunken detective's face in earnest, knocking his glasses off his face. The two girls managed to wrestle the overamourous beast off of Conan, handing it back to his apologizing owner before turning to the boys. Ran knelt down next to Conan and began wiping the dog slobber from his face while Kazuha began loudly 'ahou'ing Hattori, who was busy hyperventilating over a newspaper dispenser.
Finally, when Conan was relatively slobber-free, and Hattori had his breath back, the four resumed their stroll down the street. Hattori looked down at Conan and gave him a cocky grin. "Told ya, Kudo."
"I friggin' hate you."
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Part of this was inspired by my husband's huge (and sweet) St. Bernard mutt, Bear. Oh, and it just seems like Hakuba would know about American omens. It's one we have in the South... Well, one my mother teases me with.
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"A-CHOO!"
"Bless you, Conan," Ran and Kazuha said over their shoulders. Kazuha and Hattori were in Tokyo for the day--Hattori for information on a case, Kazuha for shopping--and the two boys were shadowing their counterparts from a good three yard distance, quietly discussing cases between them.
"T'ank you Ran-neechan, Kazuha-neechan," Conan managed though his white handkerchief.
The girls turned back to their window shopping and their chat, and a snicker escaped Hattori from underneath his baseball cap. "They're talking about ya, Kudo."
Conan rolled his eyes behind thick black frames. "I don't need this, Hattori," he replied, tucking the soft white square of fabric back into a random pocket.
The taller boy just laughed. "Y'know, I once heard that some places in America believe that when ya sneeze, it means someone wants to kiss ya..." The Osaka detective deliberately let his sentence trail off before glancing down at Kudo. The tips of his ears were a bright pink, signaling that he was blushing, a fact that made Hattori positively smirk.
"Hattori, I will kick your ass," Conan warned. "Literally."
"Hey, I'm just warning ya."
And with that scant warning--or as if on cue--an enormous mixed breed mutt tore between Ran and Kazuha, a red leash flapping in it's wake. The dog promptly jumped Conan,who was barely two inches taller than the animal, and began licking the shrunken detective's face in earnest, knocking his glasses off his face. The two girls managed to wrestle the overamourous beast off of Conan, handing it back to his apologizing owner before turning to the boys. Ran knelt down next to Conan and began wiping the dog slobber from his face while Kazuha began loudly 'ahou'ing Hattori, who was busy hyperventilating over a newspaper dispenser.
Finally, when Conan was relatively slobber-free, and Hattori had his breath back, the four resumed their stroll down the street. Hattori looked down at Conan and gave him a cocky grin. "Told ya, Kudo."
"I friggin' hate you."
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Part of this was inspired by my husband's huge (and sweet) St. Bernard mutt, Bear. Oh, and it just seems like Hakuba would know about American omens. It's one we have in the South... Well, one my mother teases me with.
