Detective Conan

By LuckyLadybug

Notes: The characters aren't mine and this ridiculousness is. This is what happens when I need sleep and get into a giggle fit. And yes, they both had the same approximate dream. LOL. This isn't supposed to make sense. I'm just poking fun at what I think is an absurd romantic pairing.

The two people slowly moved closer, gazing deeply into each other's eyes. The lighting was just right, capturing all the various colors of their green and bluish-lavender irises, and outside, snow was falling.

"It's strange, how I never really noticed before how attractive you are," remarked the first.

"I've always noticed you," answered the second.

"The perfect person was always right in front of me. . . ." The first leaned down slightly.

Their lips met.

"AUUUUUUUGH!"

"AUUUUUUUGH!"

CRASH.

CRASH.

The blonde let out a loud curse as his eyes flew open. He had fallen out of bed and was tangled up in the quilt. His hair flew about wildly, and his green eyes were filled with utter alarm and horror.

"What . . . what was that!" he yelled, and suddenly realized that he had heard a crash on the other side of the wall as well.

"Bro . . . ?"

"What."

"Are you okay?"

Gin considered that for a moment. He would have said Fine, but then thought better of it. "I'm talking to you, aren't I?" he snapped. "What happened over there?"

"Nothing. . . . I fell out of bed. . . ."

Gin pulled himself back onto his bed, finally getting disentangled from the quilt. "Go back to sleep," he muttered.

"I don't know if I can. . . ."

Gin ignored the other. Instead he ran his hands through his hair, leaning forward. "That . . . was the most horrifying thing I've ever dreamed," he hissed to himself.

Vodka slumped back onto his own bed. "We've gotta stop listening to the agents next-door watching late-night TV when we're bored," he mumbled weakly, shuddering in horror. He shut his bluish-lavender eyes, trying to block out the alarming images from his dream.