Hi guys! I just decided to take a break from my Du Shur'tugal fanfic. I love writing, and I love reading Conan... and I love Dance Central too. But you won't see much of them yet. Ha, a DC on DC Xover. So, here, enjoy! Sorry about the Japanese suffixes, I don't know all of them and will probably dump them later on. Also, to make things easier, in Conan's point of view, English will be bolded, and in Glitch's, Japanese will be in bold.

"I'm a silhouette asking every now and then,

'Is it over yet? Will I ever love again?'"

~ Silhouette - Owl City

"Ah, there you are, Conan-kun! I've been looking high and low for you," said Ran, an edge of annoyance to her voice.

Conan turned to see her face, shadowed by worry. She was right, of course. He had been running around, following Heiji. The Osakan detective had been taking him out to lunch with him and Kazuha. "Sorry, Ran-neechan."

They were in Osaka at the moment, Heiji's house to be exact. Heiji had gone to park his motorbike while Kazuha was beside Ran. It was midday. "I thought you had told her that you were out with us, Conan-kun," she said.

Dang, I forgot! Conan thought of kicking himself for forgetting. He sighed. If he were still Shinichi, Ran wouldn't have to worry about him. "I forgot," he said, voice childishly quiet and apologetic. He let his head down, facing the ground underneath him as of he were completely and truly guilty for what he had done. Of course, it was just an act.

"Just make sure it doesn't happen again. After all, we're staying in Osaka for a week before getting back," Ran said. Because her father had been offered a one-person cruise on a luxury ship, Heiji offered for them to stay at his place. Ran had agreed, partially because she could meet Kazuha a lot. Kazuha had even let Conan stay at Heiji's while Ran stayed at her own place.

Conan grimaced, imagining Kogoro laughing in his drunken state. The old man's just a dreamer. I do all the work and get no credit. Not even from Heiji. Instead, of course, the Osakan detective would try and use any excuse to make it seem like he was better than either Kogoro, Shinichi, and every other detective he knew.

"Okay," said Conan before heading out to find Heiji. He hadn't really agreed to come, as he never really liked Heiji that much for teasing him and often calling him as Kudo when they were near Ran. Still, he couldn't stay at home, so he had to come.

He found Heiji alone, sitting in his room, scraping dust off his helmet. "Yo," the Osakan greeted. "I'll bet ya gotta good beatin', eh?"

"You didn't remind me?"

"Nah, love seein' ya gettin' a scoldin' from her, ya know?" As he spoke, Heiji's eyes showed the sly expression that Conan had become used to seeing in them.

"I'm not a kid, you know," Conan grumbled, folding his arms above his red shirt. His voice had lost all trace of the innocence he used to speak to Ran and Kazuha.

"Well, yer as close to bein' a kid as ya'll ever be," Heiji laughed, while ruffling Conan's dark brown hair.

Ducking, Conan groaned. "You..." He reflected on how the western detective had always bugged him. He's always like this. Just wait 'till I get back at him!

They both started as Ran opened the room door. Her face – which was still showing concern – peeked through the doorway."Conan-kun? I just thought I should see whether you're comfortable."

"Y – yeah, I'm fine, Ran-neechan," Conan stammered. He scratched the back of his neck with his right hand, trying to express the look of a little boy. Why does she keep worrying about me anyway?

"Oh, okay then. Take care of him, will you, Hattori-kun?" Ran smiled and stepped out, letting Heiji's reply of "'Course, neechan" come through the gap before closing the door.

"She still cares 'bout 'cha, eh, Kudo?"

"According to her, I'm just a kid," replied Conan, making his voice as calm as possible, though he felt like snapping at Heiji. Ugh!

"Aww, mah wittle Conan-kun's angwy!" Conan glared at Heiji, hating the way he spoke. Quickly he lifted the top of his tranquilliser watch and aimed it at Heiji. That was enough to shut his mouth.

"Okay, okay, sorry, jes' that the way she cooin' ya makes m' laugh," said Heiji with both hands lifted into a 'stop' signal. Conan nodded and closed his wristwatch. "So... what're we doing today, Hattori? We still have hours before sundown."

"Well, whaddya wanna do? Ya already saw all of Osaka, an' it seems that yer girlfriend ain't no wanna go anywhere,' y'know?" asked Heiji back.

"She's not my girlfriend!"

"Is."

"Not."

"Is."

Conan dug his hand into the right pocket in his jeans and took out his voice changing bow tie and quickly adjusted the settings to Heiji's voice. "Oh, I jes love Kazuha, th' sound 'f her voice jes sweeps m' off mah feet!" Conan spoke with Heiji's Osakan accent, which would have tricked anyone instantly if he had been talking over the phone, even though it was a messy imitation.

Heiji looked at him incredulously, his mouth gaping open and his hands stiff. "What did ya jes say?!"

Now it was Conan's turn to laugh. He laughed until his belly hurt and his eyes streamed with tears of mirth. He laughed and laughed, his glasses nearly falling off whenever he shook. He took another look at Heiji's face before doubling up again. He dropped onto the floor, and lay down while the other highschooler looked at him, dumbfounded.

Heiji's hand curled up in a fist. Knowing this meant danger, Conan stopped immediately, and the room became silent. "Sorry," said Conan, tucking his bow back into his pocket, "I just couldn't stand another second with you and your teasing. By the way, I wish I had that on video. Your face was priceless." Privately, he pictured Kazuha taking on Heiji if she heard Conan speaking through Heiji's voice. The thought was almost enough to make him giggle again.

"Do that jes one more time an' yer gonna get it!" Heiji threatened, venom in his voice. "Yeah, sure, cool down, man. It was just one little joke, you know. No need to whip up war," Conan commented. Then the de-aged detective poked Heiji's fist and added, "You might want to loosen this too."

"Huh." Heiji didn't seen convinced about his words, but Heiji still let his fingers open, and Conan saw light bouncing off his sweaty palm. Whoa, he jokes all the time, but when I get back at him he does this? He noted to himself to be careful not to get his glasses broken. If this detective lost his temper, it would be almost impossible to predict what would happen next.

Suddenly Conan's phone rang. He took it out and answered the call with a "Hello?" and heard Ai speaking. "So, great detective, how goes your trip?"

Even though he knew she couldn't see him, Conan rolled his eyes at her sarcasm. Then, before he could reply, he heard a few noises from his phone and heard Agasa talking to him. "Shinichi, is there a pill bottle in your bag?" Meanwhile, Conan flipped the phone into speaker mode, so that Heiji could hear too.

"Let me guess. The antidote?"

"...Yes." Then Ai took the phone. "When the table shook, I thought the bottle would have fallen into your open bag before you came to take it. Am I correct?"

"Well, it's here..." Conan felt surprised. Haibara wasn't that cluttered up to forget such an important item. Odd... He rolled the small bottle with two fingers. A number of shiny while capsules were stuffed inside, their edges glinting. The tall form of Heiji arched over him. "Nice. Ya could make today her day, y'know, an' she'll be happy fer days after."

Conan grumbled. "Thanks for nothing." Then he turned his attention to the phone again and said, "Why did you put this here, Haibara?"

He heard her grunt. "I knew the falling bottle story wouldn't fool you."

"Then why lie?" Conan – Shinichi – was puzzled. This was no idle chit-chat, he knew, as this concerned the risk of dangerous pills being found out. Heiji bore a similar expression, as he could also hear the conversation. His hands were clasped neatly behind his back, standing. Conan, on the other hand, still sat while golding the bottle. He counted the pills. Eight. He also realized that, hidden underneath everything else he had packed, were a few clothes that would fit him if he ever changed back.

"Because before you came to pick up your bag, there was this... suspicious person lurking about." Haibara spoke with slowness, as if trying to emphasize the scale of the dilemma. "He didn't look to be of the Black Organization, and I didn't feel strange, and he looked to be younger than you – the real you. He didn't speak at all, and did little more than stare at your house, but I felt like something would be up, so here we are now, here you are listening, and there are the pills. And, Heiji, if you're hearing this – "

"He is," Conan cut in.

"– these are not for impressing Ran." At that point, Haibara had gained the impression of dry humor. Now, she continued with her cautionary words. "Even though you are in Osaka, there is no guarantee that you will be safe." You only use me as a guinea pig anyway, thought Conan, but he listened again. "Although, the person I saw was only between fourteen and seventeen. I can't say that he took the APTX 4869 as well, because he was different from what I know the organization was like. He didn't wear all black either. Actually, by the look of his clothes, I dare say he looked like a dancer of some sort..."

A dancer. Nothing to worry about. Just some boy looking at a huge house, probably wishing he owned it. But if Haibara feels that something is up, then something really is up. She won't just do this as a practical joke... Unlike Heiji.

After a few words, Haibara hung up. Conan sighed and ran a hand through his hair, feeling the tips of his fingers tickle when they touched the thin strands. "So," he said not to himself, nor to Heiji, "just a dancer. I guess we don't have to worry much."

"Ya speak for y'self. Dunno what all this has to do with me, so you gon' do what'cha do, I'm gonna stay outta yer business." For that, Conan was grateful. Heiji was a good friend and a thoughtful detective, but he was also clumsy and narrow-minded sometimes. "Thanks," he said, though his voice was rather ungracious.

They spent the rest of the day without much to think about. Conan had dropped his worries about the call he and Haibara shared. Heiji had warned him, which was a little unlikely, but Conan kept in mind to be cautious.

Ran and Kazuha had gone off earlier, so that Conan could speak freely without fear of getting caught, as long as he was near Heiji. Of course, Heiji's father was still at work.

They had dinner, which was delicious. Conan savored it, while Heiji acted as if he had this every day, along with saying that Osaka was definitely better than Tokyo. Conan had laughed, somehow.

By nighttime, Conan received a text message from Haibara again. She had said that the young teenager who had visited the Kudo's house was staying at a hotel near Ayumi's apartment, or that was what Ayumi had said. Haibara had been going to Ayumi's for a school group work, and she just happened to see the boy go into the hotel close by. Conan replied with, I don't know why he did what he did, but try to stay careful. We could be in for a dangerous little game.

Heiji slept through the night quickly enough, while Conan had trouble getting himself to come. He felt a bit of apprehension, unease, but also felt as if he could have found a potential ally. Perhaps things could turn out better instead of worse.