Disclaimer: Detective Conan belongs to Aoyama Gosho.

'Tis the Season

Buzzzzzz...Buzzzzzz...

Gin was instantly awake. Was that what he thought he was hearing? He pulled his blanket over his head and did his best to ignore the annoying sound.

Buzzzzzzzz...Buzzzzzzzz...

Gin clenched his fists. God. Damn. That. Little. "ARGHHH!" He tossed the blanket into the air, hoping the upward-flying piece of cloth would smash into that little arghhh-causing thing and kill it once and for all.

As if.

Buzzzzzzzzzzz...Buzzzzzzzzzz...!

"That's it!" Gin flung the blanket aside and jumped out of his bed. He grabbed his handgun and started blasting the feathers out of his pillow. "No one makes a fool out of me! No one!"

In the room downstairs, Vodka awoke to the gunshots from above his head. He sat up on his bed for a minute or two, blinking, before he remembered what season it was. He flopped down onto his bed, made a mental note to buy a bug spray tomorrow, hoped his aniki wouldn't destroy too much of the building, and went back to sleep.

If only them mosquitoes could learn to come to him first instead of going to his aniki...