Title: Bonded by Blood
Author: Ran-dezvous
Genre: Drama/General
Fandom: Detective Conan
Pairing: Kudou Shinichi and Mouri Ran
Theme: #6 – new life
Word Count: 466
Rating: G
Original Publish Date: June 15, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own Detective Conan. I only borrow the characters, brainwash them, and make them wear tacky outfits . . . before unleashing hell upon them.
Notes: Takes place during the Desperate Revival arc.
Summary: When this is all over, the two of them will have the same blood running through their veins.

That had got to be the largest needle Ran had ever encountered in her entire life. Sitting down on a special reclining chair made for the very purpose of blood donation, she couldn’t help but give a slight grimace at the sight for the aforementioned needle lying innocently on the tray in front of her. At the moment, the nurse was busy applying some reddish-brown liquid on her right elbow. “Tincture of iodine,” Ran observed, remembering all those times she had to treat Shinichi’s wounds when they were younger, most of which were due to his football games and practices.

The nurse was now gently squeezing her elbow, searching for a vein in which to insert the needle. “Don’t worry, this will only hurt a little.” Ran looked fearfully at the needle—it was huge. It wasn’t that she was afraid of needles; in fact, she was quite used to them for she would occasionally sew stuff—whether it’s to mend torn clothes or to make simple presents for her friends and family. She also had a number of shots when she was younger. But she had never seen anything quite like it. Tiny, tear-shaped beads of sweat were forming on her forehead, and for a moment, a flash of guilt overcame her. “It’s going to be fine, Ran! You have to do this! You have to do this for Shinichi!”

The scene earlier where Shinichi—Conan—was rushed into the emergency room played in her head again. She was glad that the two were the same person, in spite of the fact that he tried to keep it an utmost secret from her. It meant that he was okay, that he was still by her side, albeit in the body of a little boy with oversized glasses. But now . . .

She might just lose the both of them forever.

The nurse had finally inserted the needle in her vein. “There. All done,” she said with a cheerful smile, “I’ll be back in a few minutes to take the needle out, okay?”

“Mm,” Ran mumbled, relief rising within her. “It was just like any other shot, after all.”

Well, sort of. Feeling calmer, her eyes moved to the transparent plastic bag beside her, which was slowly filling up with a dark red liquid, though it looked almost black. A liquid called blood—her blood—and soon it will become his. Sonoko had always teased that she was lucky that she had the same blood type as her “husband;” little did her bleached-haired friend know that it was the other way around. A faint smile played on Ran’s lips, knowing that everything’s going to be okay.

The only thing left for her to do was to wait . . . and hope for the best.

So finally, after a year and three months, an update. (Yes, people, this theme comm challenge isn’t dead yet!) This is actually a roleplaying sample that I’ve written, and I’ve just been accepted, yay! Many thanks to RacheyraE for inviting me to join, for without her, I wouldn’t have been forced to write anything. –is shot-

Hope you’ve all enjoyed the fic (and wow, Ran didn’t cry)! Until next time!