It was a stormy day over the town, the late night moon dangling over the sky, like it was being dangled by the end of a fishing rod atop the clouds. At one home in particular was a young boy lying on the couch in his pajamas. He had dark brown hair that stopped right above his light blue eyes, dangling over his pair of glasses. He was Conan Edogawa, or at least that was his pseudonym for now, ever since he had been poisoned a long time back. He used to be a teenage detective known as Kudo Shinichi. The poison however had failed to kill him, and it instead shrunk his age. He spent every day getting a bit more saddened, realizing he was still as short as ever.
"Conan-kun… you're still up?" he suddenly heard, sitting up to see a girl with long hair and blue eyes approaching. She didn't look too happy, though. She was his practical guardian, Ran Mouri, a strong girl he had grown up with as shinichi and one of his best friends one of the main reasons. Every day he got out of his saddened mood because of her. The thought of being back to normal around her instead of being seen as a child drove his motives a lot. She seemed annoyed to see the young boy awake this late, the clock striking 1am to prove it. "Oh… I'm sorry, Ran-neechan. I couldn't sleep," he spoke. In reality, he didn't want to go to sleep, having his mind more lost on cases that were requested for him to solve from other classmates at school. He couldn't deny most of them. He had already theorized plausible ways to solve them.
Before Ran could speak, the sound of a phone ringing could be heard. She was wondering who could be calling so early in the morning, but she knew it could be a potential client for her father. She picked up the phone. "Hello. Mouri Detective Agency," she answered, Conan just sitting nearby, his interest more gained on the sudden caller. "…what? …I see… okay," she hung up, writing something down on a piece of paper as a reminder for the morning. "Who was it?" Conan asked. "It was Inspector Megure. There has been an incident. He wants dad to come check it out first thing in the morning," she described what it was before approaching the television and turning it off.
"Go back to bed, Conan-kun. You need to sleep," she insisted. It wasn't the first time she had caught him awake like that. In fact, she had caught him up a lot since the past week. Even if he got good grades constantly, it didn't make her feel any better when he showed a lack of energy. She was just hoping he would sleep in since it was going to be a Sunday. Conan nodded, getting up and heading to bed, wondering just what kind of 'incident' the inspector meant. His mind became more focused on that.
In ten o'clock in the morning, a slightly older man, looking to be in his late thirties, with short black hair, was putting on a suit while putting on his tie in a hurry. He was Kogoro Mouri, the father of Ran, a detective known as the Sleeping Kogoro for solving crimes in his sleep, but he was oblivious to the truth behind his deducing skills. Conan was entering the living room, wearing glasses, a blue vest red bow tie and a pair of sneakers. "Are you okay, Uncle Kogoro?" Conan asked the private investigator who just gave a begrudged greeting. "Yeah, brat. Just in a hurry," he responded, not that fond of the young boy, having labelled him a freeloader many times, even though his daughter saw Conan as a great, lucky helper since business improved drastically.
Conan knew this was over what Inspector Megure called about last night. With Ran being off at karate practice, he wanted to accompany him to find out what was going on. He decided putting on his childish act a bit more would help. "Uncle, can I come with you? Please?" he requested. Kogoro just took a sip of his coffee. "No way. I don't need a brat like you getting in the way. Just play with Ran," he refused while adjusting his tie, having trouble getting it on right. "She won't be back for a while…" Conan pretended to whine. "Then go play with your friends. Or go do something in town! I don't care!" he retorted while beginning to put on his shoes, though while he did it, Conan fixed his tie for him, trying to get on his good side a little more this morning. "They all have plans, and I have no allowance left to do anything," he somewhat lied, having not spent much of his money, having not had much use for the cash. He was kind of saving up if needed and his friends were free as ever. Kogoro looked annoyed, knowing also that his daughter would be mad at him if he ignored the young boy's request.
"Just promise you'll stay out of the way, brat," he finally gave in, doubting it will take long anyway. He just planned to go see what the inspector wanted and then head straight home to spend the rest of the day drinking. Once he finally got ready, the two headed outside. Conan had a grin on him, glad to know he had succeeded in his persuasions, watching Kogoro wave down a taxi that stopped along the way. Once inside, he just put on his seat belt. "Where are we going anyway, uncle?" Conan curiously asked. "An apartment complex about fifteen miles from here. Now be quiet," Kogoro swiftly added his demand to his response. Conan didn't mind obliging to go into his thoughts. "Inspector Megure calling him over… either someone he knows was in an accident… or he wants an opinion on a possible case," he thought to himself, staring out the window idly. The dark skies were not much clearer than they were last night, but at least the heavy rain had stopped.
Authors note: This is my first attempt at a detective conan fic, I do not know whether to continue it or not. Hope you enjoy it.