Disclaimer: I own NOTHING! If I owned Detective Conan or Case Closed, I'd be rich! I wouldn't be at home! I'd be in sitting in a random, foreign country enjoying a Shiatsu massage and Belgium chocolates.
Ran worried. She had reason to. She would worry about grades, her alcoholic father, and of course Shinichi on his never ending case. Lately though, she had a new reason to worry.
Edogawa Conan was who she worried for. Who wouldn't worry for the little guy? He literally showed up out of nowhere with bodies dropping like flies around him!
Her father started to get better at his job as well. Sure, he was still a drunken idiot, but at least now he could solve cases. It was odd how that only happened after Conan showed up, though. That and the numerous bodies that seemed to follow. But, she knew it couldn't be Conan's fault. The kid was too cute to be a shinigami or something equally ridiculous. He was just their good luck charm.
She did wonder about him though. Conan was so similar to Shinichi it was insane! They looked like each other, sort of acted like each other, and even deducted like each other. The same Sherlock Holmes obsession. The same serious look in the face of death. The same clinical procedure around the dead. If she didn't know better she would think they were the same person.
Of course she'd made that mistake before. More than once. It was actually pretty embarrassing to have people correct you on what should be obvious. Conan is seven. Shinichi is her age. It was impossible. Then someone always presents proof that Shinichi is not Conan but the cycle eventually begins again.
Sometimes she wonders if she is crazy for that. Shinichi is her… Best friend? Boyfriend? Sometimes she's not sure. Conan is the little brother she never had. She loves them both but differently. But they are her boys and nothing can change that. No matter how confusing they are.