Chapter One

Conan arrives home from elementary school early that day. He tries to open the front door, but something heavy is blocking the way. He looks closer and sees a pair of legs. His eyes widen and he starts to back away, but he hears a familiar snore.

He snickered. Yup, that sure is Uncle Kogoro; he thought to himself as he shoved the door open. Naturally, Kogoro Mouri was drunk and passed out.

His eyes narrowed. Could he have a difficult case? He started to wonder, but he laughed aloud. Nah, he gets drunk all the time! Since no one else was home, he sat at his uncle's desk and starting searching through the numerous papers, looking for something good.

He eventually finds a newspaper article saying there was a recent murder in Shinjuku… a young elementary child. A child was murdered? He almost gasped aloud, but quickly put a hand over his mouth in case Kogoro might wake up; even if that chance was very slim.

He then started looking for all the information he could find on that messy desk concerning the elementary student. After a while and not finding very much, he felt his eyes start to grow heavy.

Ah, crap! He said this to himself as he placed his head carefully on the desk. Having a kid's body sucks when you need to stay awake…


"I'm home! …Hmm? Why is the door being blocked?" The door was then kicked completely off its hinges. Ran Mouri sighed. "When will he learn?" She then dragged her father onto the sofa, moving away all of the beer cans and empty cigarette boxes. She looked up and gasped as she saw Conan at her father's desk, asleep. She noticed his askew glasses and tie, rumpled hair, and small amount of drool and smiled.

That kid… She shook her head and approached Conan. He's always working so hard… She removed his glasses and started to adjust his tie, but it felt different than something her father would wear.

Hmm? What could this be about? She took off his tie and noticed it was actually some kind of a gadget. She decided that if she wanted to know what it was, she would have to go to the one person who knows about strange inventions: Professor Agasa.


"What seems to be the problem, Ran?" Professor Agasa asked. "Still worried about Shinichi?"

Ran sighed and shook her head. "Not this time…" She handed Conan's tie to him. "Do you know what this is? I was straightening Conan's tie and found that it was some gadget…"

Professor Agasa cringed. Shinichi, why did you have to take a nap in the open?! He then sighed and plopped in a chair. "I guess it's about time I told you, hmm?"

Ran gave a questioning look and slowly sat beside him. "What do you mean?"

Professor Agasa looked Ran directly in the eye. "You've suspected something, haven't you? About Conan, I mean. Something about him isn't right to you."

Ran's eyes widened in shock. "Y-yes…" she replied quietly. "I've thought that he is a lot like Shinichi…"

"That's because… he is Shinichi." He then explained to a surprised Ran about the mysterious pill that was given to him that turned him into a child on the night of the roller coaster murder and all of the different gadgets he had to use to keep his identity a secret but at the same time solve crimes.

Ran immediately thought of two particular times with Conan: the first when she confessed to him her love for Shinichi, and the other when they were in a hot tub together. Her face turned bright red.

"So… he really is Shinichi?" she whispered.

Professor Agasa nodded. "You understand why he hasn't told anyone else, right? If those mysterious men found out he was still alive, he would be doomed."

Ran thanked the professor and returned home, where Conan was still asleep and snoring softly.

You better be glad right now, Shinichi, she thought to herself. If your child body wasn't this cute, you'd be dead by now. She sighed, feeling herself wonder why Conan—or rather, Shinichi—didn't tell her his real identity. She felt that he could trust her, but she also knew where he was coming from; he was a detective, after all. Instead of giving his tie back, she put it in her pocket. She would start her own investigation.


Conan opened his bleary eyes and looked at the clock above him. He noticed that his glasses weren't on, even though he always falls asleep with them on. He sighed and shook his head; he knew Ran did it. He reached for his tie since it always goes askew when he falls asleep, but he was surprised to see it was not there. His eyes widened.

Could Ran have taken it? Wait… where is Ran? He quickly stood up and eventually found that her bedroom door was locked. He could also hear Ran talking to herself.

He quietly knocked on the door. "Can I come in?"

There was a gasp and what sounded like papers scattering. "S-sure…" The door was unlocked and Conan quickly jumped up to her bed, carefully stepping over all of the papers.

"S-sorry…" she stuttered. "My old diary's binding finally snapped." Her eyes avoided contact with Conan's, easily telling him that she had lied.

Conan grinned childishly, playing his innocent part. "Oh really… then why are there newspaper articles, Ran-neechan?"

Ran hesitated so slightly that only someone like Conan would notice. "I- keep them from when I win karate championships," she lied.

Conan grinned even wider. "Why are all of the papers typed?"

Ran sighed. "Get out, Conan-kun!" She shoved Conan out of the room and locked the door again, returning to her muttering.

Conan laughed quietly to himself. "Just as I thought… She's finally found out…" He jumped up and quickly ran to Professor Agasa's house.

Ten minutes later, he arrived at Professor Agasa's house, sopping wet from the recent start of rain.

"Shinichi, what are you doing here?" Professor Agasa picked up Conan and placed him on the sofa, giving him a warm towel. "You'll get sick if you're out in the rain!"

Conan coughed a little. "I'm fine, Professor," he replied, standing up and drying his hair. "Anyways… did you tell Ran?"

The professor sighed and nodded. "She found your bow tie earlier, probably while you were asleep."

Conan groaned. "Just as I figured…" he thought aloud, coughing again. "But why didn't you lie to her?"

Professor Agasa smiled sadly. "I think you can trust Ran," was all he said.

Conan started to cough yet again, and it left him shaking afterward.

Professor Agasa eyed Conan with a hint of concern. "Are you alright, Shinichi?"

Conan nodded, obviously lying. "Um… is it fine if I stay here… since it is already a downpour out there?" he whispered, growing paler by the second.

Professor Agasa bit his lip. This sure is strange… he thought as he helped Conan to a spare bedroom. Shinichi has never gotten sick since his body was shrunk by that pill. He carefully placed Conan in the bed and felt his forehead. He was right; Conan had a fever.

He sighed and shook his head. "Shinichi, you better not try to leave this room while I go call Ran."

"Why… are you calling Ran?" he inquired quietly, closing his eyes.

"I need someone here to take care of you… I'm not the best when it comes to medical or health issues." He laughed to himself and ruffled Conan's hair. "You should get some rest until Ran shows up." With that, he left the room, leaving Conan to his thoughts.

I slightly wish I told him… he said to himself. I wish I told him why I got home early… But why would I not get sick until now? Is it just a coincidence? When I was still Shinichi Kudou, I rarely got sick… wait! A child's immune system is weaker than a teenager's! He quietly rolled out of bed, ignoring all of the pain and light-headedness, and crawled to the open door so he could eavesdrop.

"Hello? Who is this?"

"This is the professor. Do you think you could come over with a first aid kit, pillows, and blankets?"

"Why? Did something happen?"

"Yes… you see, Conan… or, Shinichi… had come over while it was raining and seems to have caught something."

"He's sick?! I'll be over right away! Make sure he stays in bed and has a cold cloth for his face!" The call ended, and Conan returned to bed, barely avoiding being caught.

Professor Agasa eyed Conan for a moment before smiling. "Why?" was all he said.

"Why what?" Conan asked, looking innocent.

Professor Agasa shook his head and sighed. "You made two mistakes." He put up his index finger. "One: your blanket was tightly tucked in, but now isn't." He put up a second finger. "Two: I can see spots on the floor that are the exact same size of your knees, showing me that you were crawling out of bed to eavesdrop. Am I wrong?"

Conan grinned. "You're right," he replied quietly. "Even someone like me leaves some evidence…"

"Evidence for what?" a voice asked. Ran then walked in the room with everything she was told to bring.

Conan jumped slightly, and then winced from the start of body ache and nausea.

Ran noticed Conan grow even paler than he already was. "Are you alright?"

Conan shook his head. "I think I'm gonna be sick…" As always, his prediction was right. He started to retch and vomited on the bed, making him collapse back onto his pillow.

Ran pursed her lips. "Professor, you clean up the mess. I will give him some medicine." She then began to search in her bag for the bottle.

Conan's eyes widened. What will another pill do to my body? He looked to the professor and mouthed to him the question.

Professor Agasa smiled. "You'll be fine, Shinichi," he whispered, allowing Conan to fall into an uneasy sleep.

"Will he be okay, Professor?" Ran asked quietly as she started wiping Conan's pale, sweaty face with a cold cloth.

Professor Agasa patted her on the back in assurance. "You know he'll be fine… You know him better than anyone!"

I hope you will be alright… please, Shinichi…