Note: in this fic- this means thoughts

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Conan yelped in surprise as his foot slipped and sent him tumbling down the Agency's staircase, his backpack sliding off as he fell. He sat up with a hiss of pain, and couldn't help cursing as the pain only increased as he scrambled to rescue the contents of his backpack before they were ruined by the wet puddles all over the stairs.

"F #*!"

"Conan-kun! Where did you learn that word?!"

"R-Ran-neechan…"

"Do you know what that word means? Don't you dare try to lie to me Conan-kun."

Conan winced. Crap, I can't tell her I know; a seven-year-old wouldn't understand that. Where would Conan have heard curse words…ah!

"It means…um…that you're upset, right? I heard Nakamori-keibu yell it at KID when he gets caught in a really big trap!" Please believe me Ran, I can't think of anything else!

Conan fidgeted as Ran continued to frown at him, "I didn't think it was a mean word, honest! KID just laughed when Nakamori-keibu said it!"

Thankfully, Ran's frown lessened slightly. "Alright Conan-kun, I believe you. But if I ever hear you saying that word again, you'll be grounded for a month."

"Yes, Ran-neechan, I promise I won't say it again." Though, now that I think about it, I've actually heard Nakamori-keibu say a lot worse…

"I knew going to those KID heists wouldn't be good for you. You won't be going tomorrow night."

"But—Ran-neechan!"

"No, Conan-kun. I don't want you getting more bad ideas. You're lucky I haven't washed your mouth for saying that word."

Conan sighed, and trudged inside to start his homework. I'll have to come up with a plan to get her to let me back at KID heists...


AN: How was it? R&R please!