kinzies911 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
kinzies911) wrote2012-09-05 12:14 pm
kinzies911) wrote2012-09-05 12:14 pm
Entry tags:
From 1887...right?
Title: From 1887...right?
Author: Kinz
Word Count: 1214
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own either Detective Conan OR Sherlock.
Spoilers: Uh... Spoilers for BBC Sherlock 2x03?
Characters/Pairings: None.
Notes: Prompt 025. Off the Crossover100 table.
"Name?" The tanned detective asked in English of the curious stranger wrapped in a coat that was definitely too warm for this time of year. The man only gave the teenager a skeptic look before standing and brushing himself off like this was all some great bother to him. "Name?" He heard the teenage repeat, this time a little more forcefully.
"Sherlock Holmes." The man said calmly, though slightly taken aback from the collective gasp his name had gotten from the two individuals that had been questioning him as to why he was lying on the grass near a recent murder scene-no doubt they thought he was a suspect. He realized then that he had given them the name of a dead man.
"…Are you named after Holmes then?" The teenager asked, looking down at the small boy that had tagged along with him for some kind of confirmation. Sherlock raised an eyebrow-surely this teenager didn't think he could be named after Sherlock Holmes if The Sherlock Holmes had only died a few short months ago. He carefully took in the appearance of both the teenager and the child. Both were Japanese, he could tell when they broke off to talk to each other that the child was from Tokyo and teenager was from the kansai region. The Kansai speaking boy had earlier introduced himself as a Hattori Heiji and a famed high school detective. That alarmed Sherlock because he was fairly sure he would know about any famous high school detectives- British, American, or Japanese.
Heiji was wearing a baseball cap with the letters SAX imprinted on it that was turned backwards giving off the feel of a normal teenager, his farther state of dress only supported this idea and if the young man hadn't specified he was a detective Sherlock might not have guessed as much if not for the fact the kid knew which questions to ask, how to present himself and that he had introduced himself as such. What really had Sherlock's attention was the small be-speckled boy. He had introduced himself as Conan and seemed able to keep up even when the Heiji kid spoke in fluent English.
Conan was wearing a bow tie, a blue blazer that was kept neat, a white button up shirt, a strange belt and light blue shorts. He wasn't dressed like a kid so much as a miniature adult. Another thing that had Sherlock's attention was the boy's deep blue eyes. They weren't the innocent eyes of a seven year old but the cold and calculating eyes of someone that had seen far too much death. Add in the fact that Hattori seemed to treat the kid as an equal and Holmes was sure there was something going on here that he was missing.
"Of course I'm not named after Sherlock Holmes. I am Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock rolled his eyes at the two kids. Hattori and Conan looked at one another again before the Osakan spoke once more.
"A-ah… even if you say that-"
"Sherlock Holmes is a fictional detective created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle in 1887." Conan stepped in, looking Sherlock over with a piercing gaze-not something one would find on a child, that's for sure. Another thing the man noticed was how well he spoke English for a supposed seven year old.
"Fictional?" Sherlock asked, slightly alarmed by this revelation. "…Who's Sir Arthur Conan Doyle?"
"The most famous mystery writer of all time-famous, of course, for his series known as Sherlock Holmes-the most recognized and greatest detective of all." The small child supplied still looking Sherlock Holmes over. "So you can see why we're skeptic of believing your name to be Sherlock Holmes?" If what these two were saying was true then yes, he could see why they wouldn't believe him.
"Interesting." Sherlock finally stated, shedding the coat as the warm air was getting to be too much for even him. "As a matter of fact, I do happen to be-"
"-The only consulting detective in the world?" Conan cut him off.
"Are you sure you didn't hit your head or something? I mean, it's possible that you suffered some kind of injury and now you just think you're Sherlock Holmes." Heiji offered.
"I haven't hit my head." Holmes stated, sounding slightly annoyed with the two. "Although, I can't quite recall how I wound up in Japan." At the look the two children gave each other Holmes rolled his eyes.
"Would you like me to prove it?" He looked them both over as the two exchanged glances.
"Sure." The little one nodded. "If you can deduce the truth about me, then we'll be forced to accept that you can be none other than Sherlock Holmes-but be warned sir, I'll know if your observations don't match up to the conclusion." A smirk spread across the child's features as though he was sure there was no way Sherlock could get this right. A challenge then. Holmes took a moment to go over every inch of the child-he was sure this wasn't some elaborate trap the two had just put together as he'd already come to the conclusion there was something unusual about this boy.
"You're not really a child are you?" The deduction came out before Sherlock had time to even think on the impossibility of the statement but the look that flashed across the boy's face was all the confirmation he needed. "Your clothes are too clean and neat to be a child's-children like to run around and they don't stand like you are, like you're overseeing everything. Your eyes also give you away, they're slightly narrowed and have none of the innocent shine you usually find on children.
"Then there's the watch-silver, a normal analogue at first glance but that's a little old for a seven year old isn't it? Just a plain watch-no maker so it's probably custom made. There's a tiny latch near the glass cover and the red markings around it suggest some kind of cross-hair-a weapon of some kind?
"And then there's your belt, odd shape for a standard belt buckle, isn't it? The top of it twists so you can get something out of it when you need, and your shoes-good color for a seven year old but the watch contradicts that and the top of your right shoe is a little more scuffed than the left-right dominance then. Your shoes have been repaired and again bear no company name-they must be like the watch and belt, all custom made. Not something a kid really needs is it?
"But, while your appearance can probably be explained, you can't explain how you're so fluent in the English language and why your friend here-Hattori-treats you as an equal-even looking to you for how to continue. No teenager would look to a seven year old for advice so you're probably close in age with him-and also a High School Detective." Sherlock explained calmly. Heiji and Conan looked at one another again, both clearly speechless and not really sure how to proceed.
"Oh, and your real surname starts with a K." He added as an after thought. "Convinced?"
Author: Kinz
Word Count: 1214
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own either Detective Conan OR Sherlock.
Spoilers: Uh... Spoilers for BBC Sherlock 2x03?
Characters/Pairings: None.
Notes: Prompt 025. Off the Crossover100 table.
"Name?" The tanned detective asked in English of the curious stranger wrapped in a coat that was definitely too warm for this time of year. The man only gave the teenager a skeptic look before standing and brushing himself off like this was all some great bother to him. "Name?" He heard the teenage repeat, this time a little more forcefully.
"Sherlock Holmes." The man said calmly, though slightly taken aback from the collective gasp his name had gotten from the two individuals that had been questioning him as to why he was lying on the grass near a recent murder scene-no doubt they thought he was a suspect. He realized then that he had given them the name of a dead man.
"…Are you named after Holmes then?" The teenager asked, looking down at the small boy that had tagged along with him for some kind of confirmation. Sherlock raised an eyebrow-surely this teenager didn't think he could be named after Sherlock Holmes if The Sherlock Holmes had only died a few short months ago. He carefully took in the appearance of both the teenager and the child. Both were Japanese, he could tell when they broke off to talk to each other that the child was from Tokyo and teenager was from the kansai region. The Kansai speaking boy had earlier introduced himself as a Hattori Heiji and a famed high school detective. That alarmed Sherlock because he was fairly sure he would know about any famous high school detectives- British, American, or Japanese.
Heiji was wearing a baseball cap with the letters SAX imprinted on it that was turned backwards giving off the feel of a normal teenager, his farther state of dress only supported this idea and if the young man hadn't specified he was a detective Sherlock might not have guessed as much if not for the fact the kid knew which questions to ask, how to present himself and that he had introduced himself as such. What really had Sherlock's attention was the small be-speckled boy. He had introduced himself as Conan and seemed able to keep up even when the Heiji kid spoke in fluent English.
Conan was wearing a bow tie, a blue blazer that was kept neat, a white button up shirt, a strange belt and light blue shorts. He wasn't dressed like a kid so much as a miniature adult. Another thing that had Sherlock's attention was the boy's deep blue eyes. They weren't the innocent eyes of a seven year old but the cold and calculating eyes of someone that had seen far too much death. Add in the fact that Hattori seemed to treat the kid as an equal and Holmes was sure there was something going on here that he was missing.
"Of course I'm not named after Sherlock Holmes. I am Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock rolled his eyes at the two kids. Hattori and Conan looked at one another again before the Osakan spoke once more.
"A-ah… even if you say that-"
"Sherlock Holmes is a fictional detective created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle in 1887." Conan stepped in, looking Sherlock over with a piercing gaze-not something one would find on a child, that's for sure. Another thing the man noticed was how well he spoke English for a supposed seven year old.
"Fictional?" Sherlock asked, slightly alarmed by this revelation. "…Who's Sir Arthur Conan Doyle?"
"The most famous mystery writer of all time-famous, of course, for his series known as Sherlock Holmes-the most recognized and greatest detective of all." The small child supplied still looking Sherlock Holmes over. "So you can see why we're skeptic of believing your name to be Sherlock Holmes?" If what these two were saying was true then yes, he could see why they wouldn't believe him.
"Interesting." Sherlock finally stated, shedding the coat as the warm air was getting to be too much for even him. "As a matter of fact, I do happen to be-"
"-The only consulting detective in the world?" Conan cut him off.
"Are you sure you didn't hit your head or something? I mean, it's possible that you suffered some kind of injury and now you just think you're Sherlock Holmes." Heiji offered.
"I haven't hit my head." Holmes stated, sounding slightly annoyed with the two. "Although, I can't quite recall how I wound up in Japan." At the look the two children gave each other Holmes rolled his eyes.
"Would you like me to prove it?" He looked them both over as the two exchanged glances.
"Sure." The little one nodded. "If you can deduce the truth about me, then we'll be forced to accept that you can be none other than Sherlock Holmes-but be warned sir, I'll know if your observations don't match up to the conclusion." A smirk spread across the child's features as though he was sure there was no way Sherlock could get this right. A challenge then. Holmes took a moment to go over every inch of the child-he was sure this wasn't some elaborate trap the two had just put together as he'd already come to the conclusion there was something unusual about this boy.
"You're not really a child are you?" The deduction came out before Sherlock had time to even think on the impossibility of the statement but the look that flashed across the boy's face was all the confirmation he needed. "Your clothes are too clean and neat to be a child's-children like to run around and they don't stand like you are, like you're overseeing everything. Your eyes also give you away, they're slightly narrowed and have none of the innocent shine you usually find on children.
"Then there's the watch-silver, a normal analogue at first glance but that's a little old for a seven year old isn't it? Just a plain watch-no maker so it's probably custom made. There's a tiny latch near the glass cover and the red markings around it suggest some kind of cross-hair-a weapon of some kind?
"And then there's your belt, odd shape for a standard belt buckle, isn't it? The top of it twists so you can get something out of it when you need, and your shoes-good color for a seven year old but the watch contradicts that and the top of your right shoe is a little more scuffed than the left-right dominance then. Your shoes have been repaired and again bear no company name-they must be like the watch and belt, all custom made. Not something a kid really needs is it?
"But, while your appearance can probably be explained, you can't explain how you're so fluent in the English language and why your friend here-Hattori-treats you as an equal-even looking to you for how to continue. No teenager would look to a seven year old for advice so you're probably close in age with him-and also a High School Detective." Sherlock explained calmly. Heiji and Conan looked at one another again, both clearly speechless and not really sure how to proceed.
"Oh, and your real surname starts with a K." He added as an after thought. "Convinced?"