Unlike my first Detective Conan drabble, I have no clue where this one came from. But here it is. A little (and, as you can tell, I mean miniscule) drabble, just for your cooing cuteness pleasure. Might we call it fluff?

Little Hero

Ran leaned against the wall she was sitting by, watching the hectic scene though her hazy eyes. Another case had led to another disaster, and now the cops were cleaning up what was left of the mess. Why were they never around when they were actually needed?

That didn't matter. She glanced over to the boy.

Even though he was almost killed tonight, there he stood with his shoulders squared and his head high, so proud of what they'd accomplished.

The grotesque bruises appearing on the left side of his face made her blanch, but he didn't even seem to care. This one, it had been close. When he ran off, she'd felt her stomach flip over. She knew that if she didn't follow him, she would never see that adorable face again, and she'd had more than enough of that feeling that fateful day…it seemed like ages ago.

Where was Shinichi when she needed him?

No, tonight she hadn't really needed him. Tonight, she'd had Conan. He wasn't the man she loved, but there was a ferocity in him that refused to let any harm come to her. And she would repay that ferocity with her own any day.

Ran's entire right side, from her shoulder and down through her hips, throbbed, but she crawled towards the boy. His glasses glittered as his head turned. In the awkward light created by the moon and the police flashlights, she could almost mistake him for a super hero. The only thing missing was a cape.

"Ran-neechan?"

"Conan-kun." Her arms wrapped around his tiny frame and she placed a kiss on his forehead. "Thank you…and please…don't ever scare me like that again…my little hero." She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, oblivious to the light pink shade that was gracing his cheeks and ears.