Meitantei Conan fanfic. (ch 7!!!)

[miskantle]

hello everyone

now i know some people are getting impashent with me to add to the Doujinshi i started and truth be told i would love to exept i no longer have axses to my computer that has all my art programs on it. sad but i think i will be alright with alitle theripy. in the meentime i did start the story again in fanfic form, alite faster and more affishent to say the least. i hesitated for a long time on whether or not to put it up cause i was afraid that people would loose interest in the comic, but what will be will be. in anycase ill see what i can put up.

as always i would love the feedback and appoligies in advance for the spelling. dyslexia is a real pain sometimes, you know? anywho please tell me what you think and thanks in advance.

Misk

Kore o kudasai
Prologue:
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Chapter 1.
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Chapter 2.
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[miskantle]

Kore o kudasai
…o0:Prologue:0o…

In the semi darkness of the warehouse facility a piercing scream cut through the otherwise perfect silence, a cry of fear, pain and despair the ended almost as quickly as it began. Shinichi Kodo froze in his tracks, feeling a dark chill of foreboding run down his spine and settle deep in his chest. “Ran?” gasped out spinning sharply on his heals. He listened intently but could hear only the empty hollow sound of his own voice returning to him from the unseen roof and metal beams above. “Ran!” he repeated, his voice echoing through the barren hall of wooden crates and packaging that seemed to continually close in on him, suffocating him in a sense of abandonment and claustrophobia.

Fear giving way to panic as he began sprinting though the deserted labyrinth. Footsteps, a panting breath, another scream that seemed to rip though his soul, then silence. Breaking out in a run, Shinichi bolted over crates and spun around corners. “Ran...Ran please…where are you…”

The light above him began to flicker as the sound a passing freight train rattled the crates around him. Panting he continued, stumbling into the walls of crates and support beams…an echoing laughter joined in the din, overpowering the sounds and rotting smells that bombarded his senses. He called out again, his own voice seemingly lost in the chaos. His sense of claustrophobia grew grater as lights became more uncontrollable. the laughter erupted into a series of voices, screaming, yelling, begging, and crying all of witch did little more then support the initial voice…covering his ears with his hands he pushed on his voice lacking the ability to reach even his own ears.

And in a heartbeat it was all over…the sound, the stench, the lights, all of it gone in the wake of the image that was now laid out before him.

There, in a pool of light and blood lay a frail and broken figure of a woman, her long brown hair draped almost whimsically over her face and shoulders. Her close were torn and stained, the rags heaving up and down in time with her uneven breath.

For a long moment he stood as if suspended in a timeless vacuum, his breath catching in his throat. After an eternity of numb disbelief he forced himself forward to her side. “R…Ran…” he croaked, his mouth dry as he kneel down by her side. Slowly, gently, he lifted the figure in his arms, cradling her head tenderly as he lightly brushed away the strands of hair stuck to her face with sweat and blood. “Ran” he repeated, forcing back tears as he watched her struggle for air. “No…no, no, no, god no…Ran, Ran stay with me now Ran…come on hunny” he pleaded, as her eyes began to flutter open and she stared up through eyes glazed with pain and fear. “Sh…Shinichi” she breathed, a small spittle of blood running down her left cheek. “Shinichi…you, you came back…”

“Shh…it’s alright, I’m here, I’m right here” he managed forcing a smile. Her own smile faded slightly as one hand reached up to caress his tearstained cheek. “wh-why did you…did you leave…” she chokes out. He could say nothing, do nothing, but shake his head helplessly. “Why…why could you not…not”

“Ran, I’m sorry, I would give anything to…”

“…protect…”

“Oh god, Ran…please, I’m so sorry, Ran…Ran” he pleaded, but there was nothing left to be done. With an all too familiar shudder her head tipped back and her eyes became distant and unfocused.

For a long moment Shinichi simply sat, cradling Ran in his arms as hot tears ran down his face. And that was that, he had been too slow, too wrong, and now he was too late. Around him the world seemed to disappear, leaving him with only his pain and loss. Clutching her to him he buried his face in her hair and wept openly, his body shaking uncontrollably. He had fucked up; he had royally and unforgivably fucked up.

Outside he could hear the sound of voices and police sirens but his distraught mind registered nether. It wasn’t until he heard the distinct sound of footsteps behind him that he finally allowed reality to come back to him. He turned his head slowly and looked up… to find himself staring down the barrel of a small handgun. “peek-a-boo” sneered a painfully familiar voice as a gloved hand held the weapon unwavering before his face. The man smiled, a cigarette clenched between his teeth, his eyes glistening behind a black hat and long strands of blond hair. “You had a good run kid” the man murmured, cigarette still clenched firmly in his mouth, “but the game ends here” and with a loud bang …

Little Conan Edogawa awoke with a start, sitting straight up in his small cot. For a long moment the small boy just sat there trying to get some kind of grip on reality once more. His heart was racing and he had broken out into a cold sweat that had soaked both his pajamas and the bed sheets. Hands continued to tremble as he brushed a lock of black hair out of his eyes. That dream, that same damn dream. Swinging his legs over the side of his small makeshift bed he glanced at the digital alarm clock that announced the current time in bright crimson numbers. 3:42 Am.

Biting his lip Conan sat forward and rested his head in his hands. The dream was not a new one, nor was the hunting theme that seemed to accompany it. But never could he remember it being nearly that vivid, that unbearably real. “Ran” he breathed the image of her lifeless body still burned freshly into his mind, her words ringing through his head. Getting to his feet the small boy glanced about the room, taking a few shaky steps towards the door. He knew the routine all to well; he would not be able to sleep anymore tonight, the best he could do was force his mind onto other things. Generally this included making his way down to the office and turn on some local news channel.

He had made it half way down the staircase when the sound of what could have easily been mistaken for a roaring bus engine reached his ears. Growling under his breath he sat on the steps with a humph. So the famous Kogoro Mouri had drunk himself into a stupor once more. That always made fore interesting breakfast conversation. For a moment the boy sat there contemplating whether or not he should continue with his escapade or abandon it as a surefire way to get on Mouri’s bad side when he finally did come too. It’s not that the sound of the television would wake the man; a bulldozer driving though the kitchen wouldn’t be able to manage that feat. But for the past six months the older ‘detective’ had tried everything in his power to find an excuse to rag on poor Conan. He had become the scapegoat for everything, and ‘wasting electricity’ was decidedly the themed lecture for the month.

With a sigh Conan turned on his heals and made his way back up the stares. He would just have to find something to read; surly he couldn’t waist anything that wasn’t his by simply picking up a book. Reaching the top of the stares he turned to make his way back to his own room, and paused. He stared almost blankly at the third door of the hall that stood adjacent to his. “Ran” he breathed softly to himself, the image of her dream form and it’s pleading eyes twisting a knot in his stomach. Impulsively, almost without realizing it the boy walked forward, slowly and quietly opening the door to the girls’ room. Maybe it was his mature sense of over-protectiveness, or possibly it was his childlike fear of discovering his nightmares to be true, but in ether case he felt obligated to at least check in and watch over his Ran-nee-chan.

Ran lay peacefully on her bed, moonlight streaming in through the open window. To Conan the figure that lay there seemed to be not of this world. With the moonlight flooding over her face, shimmering off of her long soft hair he could almost believe that he was gazing upon some goddess. He stood for a long moment, caressing her figure with his eyes. She was beautiful and despite all of her outwards hostility towards him (at least in his true form), she was kindhearted and was prone to cry at the drop of a hat. He smiled at the thought, slightly ashamed that even the thought of her tears seemed more then perfection in itself.

Taking a deep breath he took another few steps forward right to the edge of the bed and gently, carefully, sat down on the mattress beside her. From this close he could easily watch her chest rise and fall in sleep, her lips parted slightly. He felt another wash of guilt flood over him as the image from his darkest fantasy briefly flickered though his mind. He blushed uncontrollably. After all, though his body may be small, his mind was…well, a little older to say the least. This was not the first time he had snuck in order to watch her sleep, nor would it be the last.

Slowly, impulsively he reached forward and placed one small hand on her pail cheek shivering at the rush of desire and pity flooded over him. “Ran” he whispered softly into the night. He felt almost guilty for touching her, particularly as she slept, as if by touching her he would destroy or distort her perfection and purity. After all he was only mortal. Caressing her face once more he looked down and smiled gently. And then from her lips a sound that sent his stomach straight into his feet; he herd her call his name, his true name.

He sat there frozen, quite sure that what he had herd was a mistake, wishful thinking on his part. The creature before him was an angel, an image of perfection. She gave him hope and purpose in a quest that at times seemed overwhelmingly pointless. She had done so much for him, and all he ever did was bring her pain and despair. And still, despite everything, she was waiting; waiting just for him. Carefully he ran his small fingers across her cheek once more pausing only for a moment before working up the courage to touch her soft crimson lips. “Hang in there Ran” he whispered memorizing every feature of her face in his mind. “Hang in there, and I will come back for you. I’ll come back, and we can be together once again.” And with that he leaned over her and…heart pounding in his chest, and placed his lips lightly to hers, his own face turning bright red.

Just hang in there Ran, I wont let you down, and I wont let anything happen to you because…because , I love you…more then anything in this world.

The boy stood up, trembling slightly, not entirely sure he had just done what he did. He left the room quietly, closing the door behind him.

At the click of the door bright sapphire eyes flickered opened up in shock. Ran sat bolt upright in her bed, her eyes scanning the darkened room for…for what. Gently she placed her fingers to her lips. What was it; there was something, familiar, as if something or someone was here with her, watching over her. She shuttered, a vague cent seeming to linger in her room, something that was not exactly customary, but not all together unwelcome ether. She blushed slightly, touching her fingers to her lips once more, smiling a little as only one thought came to her mind. “Shinichi…”

[miskantle]

Kore o kudasai
…o0:Chapter 1:0o…

“Ran, would you came in her for a moment dear” the small bright eyed girl scampered into the main living room at her mothers request. “Yes mommy?” She said obediently looking up at her mother and the other three adults in the room. Her father was already seated and across from him sat another man that she had never seen before. Beside him stood a young woman with long flowing crimson hair and a remarkably delicate figure. The two newcomers smiled down at the five year old kindly. “Hello, my name is Ran” the girl chimed in cheerfully managed a quick curtsy, ignoring the small stains of mud that had already gotten on her dress from just a short while of playing.

Both adults nodded and the woman chuckled slightly, “Oh Eri, she’s absolutely precious.” Her mother only smiled, blushing slightly before turning back to her daughter. “Ran dear I wan you to meet Yuusaku and Yukiko Kudo. They will be moving in down the street and I’ve invited them and there son over for tea.”

Son? Ran thought, only now noticing the small figured hidden behind the redheaded woman. Yukiko, clearly sensing the girls’ inquisitive glance turned slightly coxing the small boy out into the open. “Come on now Shinichi don’t be rude” she chided as the small boy come into sight.

The boy named Shinichi looked back at Ran through locks of thick black hair, his bright blue eyes looking from the floor to the girl and back down again. “Well Shinichi, aren’t you going to say hello” his mother prompted, ruffling his heir slightly.

“Hello” the boy answered quietly, his eyes flickering once more from Ran to the floor. “I’m awfully sorry about this, he’s usually so well behaved” His mother said looking somewhat helplessly over at her husband then Eri. “He’s been this way ever since we got back from America, Honestly I don’t know what has gotten into him.”

Throughout the entire conversation Ran had managed to inch forward looking at the boy with a very inquisitive stare. “Hello Shinichi, my names Ran.” She announce once more. The boy looked up at her a little startled as she smiled at him. Without waiting for another word the girl grabbed him by the hand and started pulling him towards the door.

“W-wait, where are we going?” He asked, pulling back out of her grip. “To play” she added as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. The boy stared blankly at her for a moment before crinkling his nose and making a face. “I don’t want to play with you” he said flatly. “Why not” she demanded, placing her hands on her hips as she had seen her mother do so many times before. “Cause, you’re a girl” came the inevitable retort.

“That doesn’t make any sense” the Ran argued back, becoming quite annoyed wit the boy. All eyes were on the two but the girl did not even seem to notice “What’s wrong with playing with girls, I bet I have a lot more fun games then you do…I have board games, and cards, and a new bike, and a trampoline, and a new soccer set…” the boys demeanor seemed to immediately change when he heard the word Soccer, “really! With a goal and everything”

The girl nodded “Yha, it came in a kit, daddy set it up the other day.” The boy called Shinichi looked up at his mother enthusiastically with those large innocent eyes that all children eventually master. “Mamma, can I go play with Ran?” he asked, large pleading eyes looking like saucers under the black strands of hair that fell over his face. His mother simply chuckled and nodded, and the boy was off Ran practically having to run to keep up with him.

Four sets of eyes watched the children disappear, and four sets of lips smiled knowingly. It was somehow clear to everyone in the room, even after just these few minuets, that this was more then just the meeting of two playmates, there was something almost foretelling in their actions, but what none of them could say.

[miskantle]

Kore o kudasai
…o0:Chapter 2:0o…

Ran hummed softly to herself as she fiddled slightly with the spatchula, cracking two more eggs open onto the skillet. She had been in a remarkably cheerful mood that morning and felt like singing it from the rooftops. As the case was however she decided that simply perfecting breakfast would suffice. Her father was already at the table, hiding his hangover in the morning paper. As for Conan, she had yet to see him that morning, but given how moppy and gloomy the poor boy had been these past few weeks she figured a couple extra minuets of sleep might actually do him some good.

Her smile faded momentarily as she thought of the small boy she had come to consider a brother. Over the past few weeks she had watched Conan become increasingly withdrawn, and she felt helpless, a notion that never sat well with her. Even so, she had only approached him once with the topic.

It had been almost a week ago after she had picked the boy up from school. It had rained all that day and the two of them walked home silently under the same umbrella. It had surprised her that every time she stole a glance at the boy he seemed so pensive. The look was not an unusual one for the boy, and she had come to except and even expect the boys slightly more bazaar traits. But this was different; this was almost a sorrowful contemplation. They both stopped at a crosswalk and waited for the light. Offering the boy a smile, she balanced her schoolbag in same hand as the umbrella and reached her free hand down, taking the small boys hand in hers.

“Conan-Kun? What’s wrong” she had prompted, squeezing his little hand in hers. The small boy as if ripped out of his thoughts shook his head and looked up at his ‘nee-chan’ as if he was only noticing her presents that moment. “n-nothing” he stammered, putting on a cherub like smile; Ran however wasn’t buying it, at least not this time. “Conan-kun…” Ran chided, giving him that ‘mother knows best’ look that always made him squirm. Conan looked down at his feet, his smile fading. “I...I just was thinking” he murmured softly, his words almost lost in the roar of the passing traffic.

The light changed and they crossed the street, hand in hand. “About what” Ran continued, determined to get it out of the boy. Conan didn’t respond immediately, but rather he continued walking watched his feet “my…my parents” he finally answered, looking up at her with another half smile “I miss them.” Ran stopped and looked down at the small boy, not exactly sure how to respond to that. Of course he was missing his parents, and mentally she berated herself for not recognizing it. But somehow that answer didn’t sit right with her. He had hardly ever mentioned his parents before, and even then he seemed to always have the same nonchalant approach to them that Shinichi had.

And still, as she stood there looking down at Conan, she felt her suspicions seemingly melt away in the wake of those deep blue eyes. There was something there that was in fact troublesome and sorrowful, almost in a manner that seemed beyond his years. But there was something else, something so painful that heartbreaking that hit her in that moment, moving her close to tears. It was as if that moment she and the boy shared some sort of loss or sorrow that could be shared and felt on a level she couldn’t even begin to describe.

Dropping her schoolbag and umbrella she kneeled down and scooped the boy up in her arms, much to Conan’s surprise and chagrin. “Ran-nee-chan…” he had exclaimed, trying to worm his way out of her grasp. “Oh Conan-kun, I’m so sorry, this must be so hard for you” she soothed and the boy abruptly stopped struggling. “yha…” he replied in a hollow voice.

They stayed that way for a long moment, she on her knees with her arms wrapped tightly around the boy, cold, wet, and pained. Both sharing and feeding of the others sorrow drawing relief and comfort from it.

Ran sighed scooping the two eggs onto a plate along with a few slices of bread and some sausages. The poor thing had a lot on his mind; and she speculated that he had seen more, and been through more then any other child his age. Pouring two glasses of milk she allowed a smile to overtake her once more, Conan needed someone to take care of him, not just as a friend but as a mother, or in this case, his ‘nee-chan’ and as long as he lived under the roof she planed to do just that. She could hear the door shut and the small pitter patter of tiny feet and turned to find Conan making his way into the kitchen, taking his customary seat at the table, his face as blank as ever.

“Morning Conan-Kun” Ran said cheerfully as the boy sat down. Conan merely nodded his mind enraptured with other things. He didn’t even recognize his surroundings until her herd the clank of the plat being set down before him. He looked up at the lavish breakfast, and then up to Ran, who was simply beaming down at him. “Ah…thank you Ran-nee-chan” he managed under his breath, looking down at the plate. He really didn’t feel like eating, but with Ran hovering over him like this, clearly proud of herself, he felt it would be rude not to. Carefully he picked up one of the nicely sliced pieces of bread and began nibbling at it slowly.

Ran, apparently satisfied by his ploy smiled and turned back to the counter to get her own breakfast which consisted of nothing more then a few slices of bread and a glass of milk. Conan sighed, ripping apart another peace of bread and reluctantly shoving it into his mouth. This was going to be a long day.

He looked quietly from Ran to her father and then to the newspaper in the mans hands. He paused for moment, one of the headlines catching his eyes. “The NMWA Greek Exhibit opens on time despite transportation delays.” Transportation delays? That hardly sounds like National Museum of Western art. After all they were the ones who had made a point of installing a whole new security system just to bring in an exhibit of Vincent van Gogh. He should know, Ran had dragged him through all 3 floors of the exhibit. They prided themselves on having the best exhibits on time and ready for the public. For them to have a delay it would take ether a large weather disaster, vehicle malfunction, or there was more to the story that wasn’t being said. He scanned down the article, picking out a handful of other points that seemed to confirm his initial speculation. He could rule out the whether option, the exhibit was last on display in New York almost three months ago, and since the tern over in the Museum of Modern Art was notorious for speed and packed storage they would have been moved the exhibit as quickly as possible. The would have brought it in at the earliest point…even with typical transportation delays the exhibit would have been in on time…something did not fit…

He was snapped suddenly out of his thoughts by the sound of a loud smack followed almost immediately by a yelp. Conan looked up to see Ran standing menacingly over her father with a wooden spoon in her hand and Mori nursing a wounded hand and ego. “Dad…” Ran hissed, brandishing the spoon as if it were a weapon “that’s Conan’s breakfast, I’m making yours now.” She snapped gesturing to the skillet still simmering on stove. Mori growled under his breath, shaking out his newspaper and muttering something about who bought the food and household hierarchy.

“It’s ok, Ran-nee-chan” Conan said with a smile, pushing the plate towards the older man “uncial can have my breakfast, I’m really not all that hungry.” Picking himself up he brought his half finished glass over to the sink. “But, Conan-Kun…” Ran protested hovering over him once more like a nerves mother hen. “See Ran, even the boy knows whats what…” Ran turned and scowled at her father and Conan used the opportunity to slip past her and make his way back to his room.

Once there he closed the door his mind drifting back to the article that headlined that morning’s paper. There was something he was missing, a peace they did not want known…but what. After a moment he simply shock his head. He was looking too far into all of this. Grabbing his pack and his red shows that the good doctor was nice enough to create for him he dashed down the stares, making towards the door. Half way down the stares Ran stood, school case in hand, a week smile on her face. “Ready to go Conan-kun?” she asked in a voice slightly too sweet to be genuine.

The boy stopped and stared up at her, slightly confused. she had been this way for the past few weeks, sugary sweet and overly protective. On some level he found it to be nothing more then a nuisance, on the other hand…she cared, and despite himself, it felt good to be cared for, even if it was by a woman who considered you nothing more then a little brother. Returning the smile he nodded, shouldering his pack and slipping his shoes on. She was trying so hard to make him feel better, trying everything, the least he could do was return the favor, he owed her that little bit…at the very least.

“Ran- nee-chan?” the boy said suddenly looking back up at her. Her smile wavered, a little taken aback. He rarely ever spook anymore unless spoken to, and even then it was usually limited to a simply yes or no. “Yes Conan-Kun?” the boy paused, standing there for a moment before smiling up at her “thank you for breakfast Ran-nee-chan, it was really good.”

Her face simply lit up at the complement and Conan couldn’t help but smile at her reaction. Reaching up he grabbed her hand, leading her down the remaining stairs. For that little moment it didn’t matter that he was small, it didn’t matter that she was heartbroken…all that mattered was his little hand in hers. “Thank you Conan” he said softly, and she meant it.

The two of them walked together down the sidewalk, talking about everything and anything, simply enjoying each others company

A man in an unmarked car watched silently as the target came into sight. Nonchalantly he lifted the phone and pressed redial. Almost immediately there was a click and a low gravely voice came on the line.

“Yes”

“Target acquired sir”

“Excellent and status”

“Target is being accompanied”

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a soft snap of what the man could only assume was the others cigarette lighter. “We can’t hold out on this any longer, things need to start moving”

“Understood”

“We will have to go with our second plan, I expect everything is in order for that.”

“Of-course”

“You only get one shot at this, don’t f*** it up”

“Understood”

With that there was a click and the dial tone kicked in. the man in the car closed his cell phone and glanced up at the target as it disappeared around the corner of the building.

...o0O0o...

note from the auther:
finaly an update...this thing if just getting to big for me to handal, but it does go faster then creating the doujinshi. ah well, please enjoy ^.^

[arutha]

Wow, I really like your style!!
I just began to read this, and hope you will update soon. this is beautiful.

[WORKAHOLIC]

great fanfic...really interesting..can't get enough of it!!

[Mizuhara]

nice...love ur writing style...

love the description of Shinich.......he sound sooo cute!!!

update soon

[miskantle]

its about time i got another chapter up...I hope you all injoy


Chapter 3
“You…You bastard” Ran spat whirling on the small boy and bearing down on him furiously. Conan backed away in horror and surprise. “Ran-nee-chan…I” he began, trying to calm her down “don’t you ‘nee-chan’ me you…you…” she almost screamed as she turned from him, her hands curled into fists. The next time she spoke her voice was quiet but unmistakably dangerous. “was this funny for you Kudo, did you get a kick out of living under my fathers roof, watching me worry, watching me fret, wondering if you were alright…horrified that any of the hundreds of rumors were true...is it your idea of a joke, you sick perverted bastard…” her hands shook as her body trembled with tears she refused to show. Her words came in short bursts as if forced through clenched teeth. “Ran…it’s not like that…let me explain”

“Explain…explain what…” she erupted, whirling around and glaring at him. “I hope you got a real kick out of your sick little joke. And here I was terrified that you had…you would…and all this time you were here, laughing your ass off just like you always do…cause its all just one big gag isn’t it” tears now ran freely down her cheeks and the sight seemed to burn into him, ripping him apart. Reaching out he tried to grab her, only to feel the sharp sting of her wrist as she backhanded him, sending him to the floor. “Don’t… touch me…” her voice was low and dangerous. Not once could he remember her voice like that, so unbearably stern and cold. But the moment was fleeting, replaced quickly with an uncontrollable sob. “For all I care you can rot in hell.”

Crying openly now, Ran spun around to hide her face as she made her way quietly towards the door. “Ran…” he managed, stumbling to his feet “Ran...please, you can’t go out there…I told you…”

She didn’t pause, didn’t stop; simply slammed the door hard behind her. Conan dashed towards the door and flung it open, looking out desperately into the night. “Ran!” he called, into the pitch black staggering out into the long line of light that was cast from his own front door. This wasn’t supposed to happen…not like this. Footsteps echoed through the night and the boy stared franticly, unable to determine the source of the sound. There was a scream, the sound of a confrontation, a struggle, and a loud unmistakable bang. “Ran!!”

A second loud bang sent Conan shooting up at his desk, followed by a round of suppressed giggles from his fellow classmates. “Mr. Edogawa” the teacher snapped, whacking his desk with her ruler once more as if for emphases. “Would you care to join us long enough to answer the question” all eyes now on him. “I…ah, ha?” the boy muttered, looking about at those around him as if for a clue. To his left he could see Genta and Mitsuhiko, two of his fellow ‘detective boy’ members trying desperately to suppress another bout of giggles as he tried to make sense of the situation.

To his right he caught a quick glimpse of the third member of his little crime fighting squad, Ayumi, her worried eyes trying to search him for answers. This was not the first time he had drifted off in class, and she had made a point to ask him about it numerous times, each of which he had shrugged off and simply said that he was tired, pure and simple.

“The question Mr. Edogawa…I’m waiting for the answer” another bout of giggles from those around him as Conan finally caught sight of the question on the board. “Forty-two, the answer is Forty-two” he said, doing the simple math assignment effortlessly. The teacher raised an eyebrow, her frown darkening “correct Mr. Edogawa” she said, seemingly disappointed that she could not use the boy as an example of ill behavior.

The Teacher moved on and Conan had a moment to catch his breath and collect his thoughts. He was surprised to find that he was shaking slightly and his breath was slightly rushed and uneven. As a rule he was not that jumpy and skittish of a person, at least he always liked to think so. So why were these dreams having such an effect on him in the first place; hell why was he even having them, it simply made no sense.
After a moment he felt a light touch on his hands as they gripped his desk. Looking up in surprised he found a small hand lying lightly atop his. Ayumi had taken advantage of the teachers’ preoccupation with the chalkboard to scoot over in her chair and place a bold but reassuring hand on Conan’s. “Are you alright” she whispered, her face beginning to blush as he looked back at her in surprise. “y-yha” Conan managed, risking a quick look up at the teacher before forcing a smile and giving the girls hand a quick squeeze. “I’m fine, don’t worry about me…” the little girls face turned bright red with the attention and she bit back a giggle before she pulled her hand away.

…o0O0o…

Finally the bell rang and over a dozen screaming children burst out of the elementary school classroom, ecstatic for the upcoming weekend and the promise of freedom it provided. Conan lagged behind the rest, remaining at his desk a moment longer to shove his remaining books into his pack and using the small moment of peace to try and clear his mind. “If I’m not mistaken Kudo…” came a small but cold voice from behind him. “You’re quite literally falling apart.”

Conan turned to face the speaker, sarcasm dripping from each word of his reply. “Well Ai, I hate to say it, but elementary school is somehow less enjoyable when you’re doing it again for the second time after more almost a ten year interim.” The small blond girl with the ice blue stare simply smiled and shook her head. “How do you think I feel, I have my doctorate” repositioning her own backpack she tip her head sideways as if examining to small detective. “But that’s not all there is to it, is it”
Conan grimaced but managed to shake his own head. “It’s nothing Ai, I’m just tired; that’s all.” Ai raised an eyebrow in that inquisitive manor of hers that seemed to suggest that she was not buying any of what he was offering. “What?” Conan retorted to her unspoken inquiry. He hoisted his own backpack onto one shoulder before looking at her once more. “Don’t look at me that way, I’m tired, I have had a lot on my mind” he pushed passed her, making his way towards the door. All things being equal it wasn’t actually a lie, but he also knew it wasn’t the answer she was looking for. Ai shrugged and followed silently behind him, and he could sense that she wasn’t quite ready to let the topic go, though she was making quite an effort to do just that. “Just don’t do anything stupid, got it” she murmured under her breath as they made it to the door. “We are very close to stabilizing a cure for this thing, the doctor and I, and I need you around for testing.”

Conan managed a small smile at that. He knew it was her wired way of showing affection and concern. Despite her cold hearted manor and mature presence, she could be quite a kindhearted woman when she cared to be. “yha” he muttered as they approached the waiting figures of Genta, Mitsuhiko, and Ayumi. “We wouldn’t want that, now would we.”

The five of them set off down the busy street, Genta and Mitsuhiko talking excitedly to Ai about there plans for the upcoming weekend, and Ayumi trailing behind with Conan, risking a nervous glance now and then at the other boy in her worried way. “And then, if the whether holds out my mom says shell take me to the park after the movie.”

“Riveting” remarked Ai glancing over to Mitsuhiko with the same icy nonchalant glare that seemed to define her entire existence. Conan remained silent for most of the walk, allowing the two to chatter away with Ai’s random one word comments scattered throughout the conversation. For his part he was looking forward to meeting up with Ran, getting the rest of the way home and finding a quiet corner where he could clear his mind from the chaos of the day. So enthralled in his thoughts was he that he completely ignored the goings on around him till a cry from Genta snapped him out of his reflective state.

“Look, look, a fire truck, it has its lights on and everything” he pointed as the said truck raced around the corner, the siren screaming all the while. “I wonder where it’s going?” Added Ayumi, standing on her tip toes in order to get a better view. “Probably just a small house fire or a cat in a tree” Conan replied unimpressed, continuing on without stopping. “But what if it’s something worse” Mitsuhiko countered “it could be a case of air-a-sonic.”

“Arson” Conan corrected him not pausing for a moment. “Yha, that. If it is, the detective boys have a responsibility to be there to solve the case.” Conan simply shook his head. “Come on…do you really think there would be a single fire truck if…HAY” his words were cut short as both Genta and Mitsuhiko grabbed him by the arms and dashed off, Ayumi following close behind “Never fear, the Detective boys are here” she proclaimed, echoed by a hurrah from the fellow members of the group.

Ai was left alone, watching the four disappear into the crowed and trying desperately to stifle a remarkably uncharacteristic bout of giggle.

…o0O0o…

Ran sighed as she slowly tromped up a brief flight of steps to her fathers’ office and the chores and duties that awaited her there. She had waited for Conan for almost an hour and the boy had never shown up. As it stood she could only assume he was out and about with his little detective friends, and as irritating and unlike it of him as it was to stand her up at least he was out and not brooding quietly in his room. Still she couldn’t help feeling slightly hurt that he had not even given her the courtesy of a phone call. She sighed once again as she took out her keys, her mind abuzz with chores and the like. Sonoko was right, maybe she needed a bit of a break…perhaps a warm bath, a delivery diner, and a movie…after all it was a Friday and her father would most likely not be home till late.

She paused, surprised to find that the door was already unlocked…that was odd, it seemed far to quiet for anyone to be home. “Hello…?” she called, walking in and casually letting her school pack fall to the floor beside her. Ran could not help but grimace at the mess in the room that seemed to radiate from her fathers’ desk. It seemed like no matter what she did the place never stayed clean. Alright then, first the cleaning, then some time to herself...

Taking off her school jacket she tossed it over the back of the couch and was in the process of removing her shoes when something caught her eye. Her father’s file cabinet that lived behind his desk had been moved and left wide open, papers flung and crumpled about the floor. That was very odd. Those filing cabinets were one of the few things her father did keep tidy, containing personal and privet case files dating back from his earliest works. More then once he had snapped at her for even attempting to clean directly around it.

Frowning, Ran approached the mess, not sure if it was best left alone or at least compiled together and not scattered across the floor. Opting for the latter she set to work, carefully picking up the papers and staking them neatly together. Had her father been in a hurry and simply left it that way? no, that was unlikely, she had hardly ever even seen it opened. Maybe he was sorting through it and was called away. It was far more likely, but still uncharacteristic of him.

So preoccupied was she with her own thoughts that she never herd the soft sound of footsteps, or register the slight sweet stench as the bottle of Trichloroethylene was emptied onto a small cloth. Ran never imagined that she was not alone in the small detective office…until it was too late.

[WORKAHOLIC]

omg!!!....wat's going to happen next...NOOO...great story..din't read a good one for such a long time...keep updating ^^

[miskantle]

Kore o kudasai
…o0:Chapter 4:0o…

“I wana do it daddy, let me do it.” Ran huffed looking up at her father indignantly as he reached for the doorbell. The man paused mid gesture and looked down at her a bit irritated with what had become an obsessive habit with his daughter. “Please daddy?” she whimpered, presenting her father with the large doe eyes she had mastered, as all children do, presenting it to there parents when they least expected it. Kogorou Mouri managed to let a silent groan of defeat before scooping up the little bundle of energy his wife paraded around in a sundress and sandals. “Alright Ran, you can press the doorbell,” He announced much to the child’s delight. “But only once...”

The little girl beamed with pride as her father held her up in reach of the doorbell. Pressing it with one small pudgy finger she was immediately rewarded with the distant buzz of the bell within the house, followed by a confirmation of “be right there” from the speaker set next to the button. So elated was she with her job well done she couldn’t help but reach out and press the tempting little button one more time.

“That’s enough Ran” her father warned, pulling her back a bit out of reach of the bell. Ran, unperturbed by his warning simply reached out a little farther to press the button again, and again, and again. “Ran…” came the second unheard warning. Finally with an exasperated role of his eyes Mouri tucked the little nuisance in the crook of his arm and began to tickle her in that ruthless way fathers had of playfully punishing disobedient children with masterful doe eyes.

“Daddy!” the girl shrieked through bouts of giggles, kicking and wriggling all the while. “Daddy, stop it…put me down”

Mouri grinned in triumph. “Are you going to push the button again?” He asked in a playfully chiding tone. The little girl squealed as he tipped her back a bit in his arms, the tickle assault not letting up for a moment. “No, no, I promise…I won’t, I won’t” she managed through her laughter, her little sandaled feet kicking madly in the air. With that Mouri put his daughter back on the ground, but not without placing a quick kiss on her nose and a raspberry on her cheek. Ran looked up at her father, her dress slightly twisted, her hair a bit of a mess, and a smile that stretched from ear to ear. He couldn’t help but smile back.

“Now, I need you to be on your best behavior alright.”

“Ok, Daddy” Ran said with an obedient nod, grabbing at the edge of her sundress and tugging on it, to try and straighten it back out. Again he smiled, reaching down to make a half hearted attempt to straighten her hair. “That’s my girl”

A moment later Yukiko Kudo was at the gate and ushering the two into the house with a smile and a greeting that consisted of a hundred words a minuet. Once inside Ran began to remove her sandals, lining them up neatly next to her fathers. “Isn’t she just a doll” Yukiko cooed, kneeling down to the girls level. “I wish I could get Shinichi to pick up after himself like that.” Ran giggled and performed a little curtsy by way of a thank you. Shinichi’s mother stifled another bout of laughter. “Shinichi is back in the study, you know where all the books are, right sweetie?” Ran thanked her quickly and bolted down the hall in search of her playmate, leaving the two adults to speak in peace.

It always amazed her how many books a single room could have, and the study most certainly had an overwhelming number of book. Sometimes she was tempted to ask Shinichi’s father if he had once owned a library, or maybe a bookstore. Looking about at the shelves upon shelves of books and papers the little girl almost didn’t see her friend sitting cross-legged in one of the leather arm chairs, a large book in his lap, and a few more at his side. “Hi Shinichi” she called, dashing over to him and attempting to stand on tip toes next to the chair in order to get a good look at what he was reading. “whatcha doin?”

Shinichi raised his eyes momentarily as she scampered over, but quickly returned his attention to the book. “I’m reading” he answered flatly. Ran pouted, feeling a bit put off by his tone she tried all the harder to get a good look at his book. “whatcha reading?”

Once again Shinichi looked up giving her a slightly irritated glare. “A book…” he paused as he noticed her somewhat equally irritable pout. “It’s a book about a detective who lived in England almost one hundred years ago named Sherlock Holmes.”

Ran suppressed a small bout of giggles. “What a weird name, it sounds so silly.” Shinichi glared at the small girl for a long moment as if somehow her comment was directed at him and not the fictional character of which he spoke. “He’s not wired, Sherlock Holmes is amazing. He’s really smart and never gets anything wrong. He could even tell you where you have been based on the dirt on your shoes.”

“That’s imposable” Ran protested with a huff. “No one can do that”

“Sherlock Holmes could”

“I bet he couldn’t.”

“Could so.”

“Could not!”

“Could so!”
As if for emphasis on his last remark the boy stuck his thong out in order to add insult to injury. Ran folded her arms over her chest. He was such a stubborn jerk and it took all of her self control not to wipe that smirk off his face with her fist. Of coarse she did promise her father she would be good. “It’s only a book Shinichi” she pointed out, deciding a more logical approach might get her point across. “It’s not like any one could really do that.”
“Why not?” He replied indignantly scooting down off the chair and placing the book on the seat he had just vacated. “One day I want to be just like Sherlock Holmes and solve all kinds of mysteries.” There was an excitement behind his ice blue eyes as he spoke, and a lopsided smile found its way to his face as he continued. “I want be a detective like Sherlock Holmes, smart and strong like him, and be able to play the violin, and I will always catch the bad guy no mater what, just like Sherlock Holmes.”

“No one can be right all the time.” Ran retorted folding her arms, “my mommy says so.” Shinichi shrugged, scampering over to the shelves to look for another book to add to his stack. “Sherlock Holmes could, and so will I.” He turned back to look at her, a cocky smile on his face once more. “Just wait and see”

[Kazuha Toyama]

NEXT PART!!!!!!!!!!PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[miskantle]

...*blushes and smiles sheepishly* i didnt think anyone care for it...alright, i'll start working on the next chapter

[Tensai Fuji]

I've really enjoyed it. Can't wait for the next chapter!!!

[Kazuha Toyama]

Arigatou! I LOVE!!!

[Kazuha Toyama]

EH? wheres the next part?