Just Looking

Disclamer: Gosho Aoyama respectively owns Detective Conan

Rated: T for some adult references

Summary: Someone had always been wathing him as Shinichi, now he's come again to follow him as Conan.

The boy, Edogawa Conan, was strange. Not like any ordinary boy the man had seen. He was smart. No, brilliant. Smarter than the kids his age and definitly smarter than the adults he was often seen with. He reminded the man of another boy who he had fallen in love with: Kudo Shinichi.

From that moment on the plane, when the boy was fourteen, he felt it was love at first sight. From that day on, he followed the teenager around. Shinichi, the man found he quite liked calling him by his first name, could unnravel any problem given to him with only a few clues to go by. With simple objects no one thought twice about, he could quickly and quietly lock and unlock a door with out leaving behind any evidence. He was also very polite and innocent for having seen so much horror in his life. The man liked to fantasize that he was Shinichi's savior, for the boy got into a lot of trouble. He liked to think that whenever Shinichi got in a pinch with the bad guys, he would be their to save him.

"Arigato, Haruku-san!"Shinichi would cry, thankfully sobbing into his arms. Haruku would hug him back, petting his hair(He imagined it would be soft) and telling him it would be all right. What Haruku didn't like was how Shinichi always followed around the little girl, Mouri Ran, like a faithful puppy. She was pretty, but not Shinichi. Haruku would fantasize Mouri-kun's death and how he would comfort a heart-broken Shinichi.

But then Shinichi disappeared. On the day he was tailing the two giggly teenagers to the amusement park, his beloved Shinichi ran off into a dark alley behind the fairgrounds and was never seen again. A few weeks later, he heard of a little boy being found in the same alley his Shinichi had disappeared in. When he looked into this child, he found he liked him just as much as Shinichi, maybe even more. He also liked the way the boy's name slid off his tongue, like silky chocolate.

"Edogawa Conan." He would whisper to himself at night, thinking of adopting the child(He had heard the boy was staying with Mouri-san because he didn't have parents). It was easier fantasizing about being Conan's savior, for he was weaker, smaller than Shinichi. So easily, he could save Conan from the evil Mouri's keeping him captive. Mouri-san would often hit Conan if he got too curious. Haruku would never hit Conan. He would let his curiousity fly away with him, blooming and blossoming into a perfect detective, like he always heard the child claiming he was.

Haruku often liked to watch Conan walk to school. He walked alone, because Mouri-kun had to wake up earlier to go to highschool. He would absentmindedly bounce a football on his head or kick it around his feet while humming out of tune some new punk song, like Shinichi often did. Sometimes, he would talk animatedly on the phone with his friends or other times he would even wait outside for his friends to come to him and walk with him to school.

The longer Haruku watched, the more he grew to want to actually speak to Conan. For a child, he was very pretty. He had deep, sky blue eyes and dark hair that often fell into his face. For being in the sun so much, his skin was surprisingly large glasses covered half his face, making him look like a kid playing dress up. Haruku thought this was cute. He also liked how Conan seemed to have three separate personalities while talking to certan people. To adults he didn't know, he was a cute little boy; to adults he did know, he was still a little boy, but a smart boy who knew where to look when the situation got dire; to his friends, he was a smart seventeen year old boy trapped inside a seven year old's body.

On this day, he decided to talk to Conan. He felt like they knew each other well enough. Haruku had taken him to parks many times and to get icecream with Mouri-kun. He had even taken him to the movies with his friends.

Conan hopped down the steps of the detective agency and was about to walk to school, when he felt the hair raise on the back of his neck. He often got this feeling: The feeling someone was watching him. Most times, he just brushed it off. He was paranoid due to his encounters with the Black organizaton, but this time the stares felt...lustful. He shivered, looking behind him. Then he jumped. A man he had never seen stood leering down at him. The man smiled, waving at Conan. Conan tensed his legs, readying himself if he had to run, and waved back.

"Hello, ojisan! Do you need some help?"

"Ojisan? It's me, Haruku!" The man chuckled. Conan swallowed. Conan had an amazing memory. Better than most he could remember details accurately from points in his life and recite them from memory as if it had happened yesterday. Not in one memory was this man calling himself 'Haruku'. Conan laughed nervously.

"Gomen, I don't remember you." Conan could feel something dark coming off in waves from this man. This man was not to be trifled with.

"But I need to go to school now. Ran-neechan won't be happy if I don't go to school." The man's expression changed. Conan backed away from him, slowly, so not to alert his attention.

"Mouri-kun, huh. That little girl always gets in the way. Do you want to play hooky today, Conan?" The man asked. Conan flinched. He knew he wasn't paranoid. This man actually was following him. Damn good at it too! Today? Conan? Not only did the man not use honorifics, he was talking to Conan like he knew him. Conan did not know him. He had a stalker. Conan slowly moved his hand to his back pocket and dialed 119.

"What are you doing Conan?" The man asked, his smile tightening.

"Just calling Ran-neechan to tell her I'm going to play hooky!" Conan smiled, feeling sweat roll down his back. The man grabbed Conan's arm and took the phone away from him.

"The thing about playing hooky," The man said quickly striking Conan across the back of the neck and catching him as he fell into his arms, "Is that you don't tell anybody."

I'm so evil. I don't know where I want to go with this and I'm already working on another FanFiction. This was just a thought I had. I hope you liked it!