Declaimer: I don't own Detective Conan

A/N: Sup people. Hello to old and new readers. It has been quite a while... Christmas is around the corner, and I decided to take upon me a small challenge. It is rather easy, in some way, and hard in another. Challenge is simple: write at least 400 words every day. And while I have tons of fanfics to finish, I always wanted to do a more-than-one-shot Christmas story. So here I am. This will be updated daily, and word count will vary between 400-1k. And for those who don't believe this will be a challenge... well, I have two presentations and an exam during the week of 18th that I haven't even started working/studying for. Not to mention the exams that are just around the corner. So yea... this will be fun! Enjoy.

(Join the challenge if you want!)

Pairing: Future KaiShin

Words: 428

Shinichi was returning from grocery shopping, carrying the heavy bags while trying not to slip on ice. After his last visit to the hospital because of a broken bone (not his fault the criminal thought it would be fun to hit him with a reinforced steel beam), he feared even a slight injury. Ran had threatened him with quite a lot of bodily harm should he end up in the hospital anytime soon, and he seriously liked having his body intact, thank you very much. Last thing he needed was a visit from Ran because he had slipped on ice and broken something... He doubted the girl would believe it was simply an accident after the last time he had lied to her.

Sighing, the detective looked up at the dark clouds, feeling another snowy night was around the corner. It was already December, and snow was falling down with vengeance. Perhaps trying to make up for the previous year, when it had only started snowing late in January. Not that it mattered. Shinichi was under strict orders to stay at home, only allowed to leave for groceries, only because everyone else was too busy to buy them for him. Both his doctors (the official and the spawn of evil) agreed he needed to rest, to the point that a terrifying Ran had expressively prohibited the police to call him.

Damn it, Shinichi didn't need to rest!

Simply because he hadn't taken a break for two years ever since he returned from his time as Conan, it didn't mean that he needed one. The detective was quite content with his busy life, thank you very much. It kept him from over thinking, keeping both his mind and body busy. There was simply too much Shinichi didn't want to think about, and the forced break wasn't helping.

Putting down the groceries as he arrived at his door, frustrated and sleepy, the detective fumbled for his keys. He should buy a small bag or something, his keys always entangled with the earphones in his pocket. That or keep them separated, the detective hadn't decided yet.

Unlocking the door, Shinichi walked into his lonely, cold, dark house. After years living with Ran as her little brother, returning to an empty house felt almost... cruel.

Shaking his head as that thought suddenly came out of nowhere; the detective closed the door with a bang. He did not feel lonely. At all. It was simply all in his head. Sighing, Shinichi headed to the kitchen. It was going to be a long December.