Fandom: Detective Conan
Bad Guy:Theme: #23—amber and jade
Disclaimer: Own Detective Conan, I do not. Own the characters, Gosho Aoyama does. Making money off them, I am not. Borrow and write about them, I merely do. Talk like Yoda, I must.
Summary: Gin is about to learn something about his partner.
Gin and Vodka had been partners for quite a long time, and Vodka was one of the few people Gin would actually consider being worthy of the title of “friend.” Needless to say, mass murderers (particularly ones as Evil has he) didn’t tend to have a lot of friends.
But there was still something that Gin wondered about in regards to his partner.
At first he tried to ignore it as a silly thing to ponder over. But as time went on, he found himself growing more and more agitated about it. And for the life of him, he didn’t know why! It was pointless to wonder about, but he did anyway! And the longer he thought about it, the more he realized he was becoming obsessed with it!
And it was still completely ridiculous!
But finally, one day, he finally snapped. It was over a meal that he lost his grip and demanded an answer. “What the hell is under your hat? And your sunglasses?”
Vodka stared blankly. This was not a deviation from his normal character.
“I have never seen you with your hat or sunglasses off! Ever! What the hell do you have under there?” Gin said. At that point he seemed to realize where he was and what he was doing, and sat back down, looking as flustered as Vodka had ever seen him.
“Aniki…” Vodka started, then faltered. “Are you serious?”
“Yes. I am.”
There was a pause. Then Vodka shrugged and reached up to pull of his hat.
And suddenly, they were in the middle of a shampoo commercial. Vodka’s hair (and there was a LOT of it) tumbled down from the confines of his hat in long, amber-colored waves. It was shiny and healthy-looking and slow motion-y and how in the hell had he been hiding all that up there.
Once his hair had come loose entirely, he shook his head. In slow freakin’ motion.
That done, Vodka reached up with his other hand and removed his sunglasses.
What stared out from under them were big green anime-style Bambi eyes. They were hug and teary and damned if Gin didn’t feel the sudden, disgusting urge to hug his partner. But then he would have to shoot both of them, and that was just a hassle.
Gin stared in obvious shock while Vodka put his sunglasses back on and expertly twisted his hair back up under the hat. “That’s why I wear these all the time,” the stockier man said simply. “Without them, no one takes me seriously.”
“…I can’t imagine why,” Gin replied.
PS. So…I have essentially given up on the idea of having many serious fics in this series. The crack is just too easy to write! I can’t help it! And I have more crack-tastic ideas just begging to be added! So…I hope everyone is okay with crack.
Thanks for reading, all! Much love!