Hello! Oh, wow, this is all a bit exciting. It's my first fanfic, see, so yeah. This is set right after Vi (Ai) leaves Conan to go home after he confronts her at school, and before he walks through town to see what has changed. There will be many crack pairings here, and anyone who has seen this OVA will know that this is all a...
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Yeah, so I'm gonna be using the English dub names in this, so if that bothers you, just don't read, 'kay?
Jimmy Kudo - Shinichi Kudo
George Kaminski - Genta Kojima
Vi Graythorn - Ai Haibara
Amy Yeager - Ayumi Yoshida
Jimmy Kudo didn't know what to do. He was stumped. Stumped, confused and so lonely. The whole world knew more than he did right now, even George. And Vi... Jimmy thought that she, of all people, would stay with him and help him remember. This didn't make any sense. There were so many questions on his mind, and right now, he was just too baffled to investigate on his own.
"Conan? What are you doing, standing out here?"
Conan turned to the voice. It was Amy, with an odd expression on her face. Was it care? Perhaps. There was just something a little bit remote about it.
Conan smiled a fake smile. "Not much. I just feel a bit sick. I think I'm gonna go hom..." Conan trailed off. Where is my home? If ten years have gone by... surely that means my home is somewhere else, right? He suddenly felt very weak.
Amy walked closer, curious. "Conan, are you..."
Amy looked like the perfect support. Conan held firmly onto Amy's shoulders, taking her aback. "What the - Conan, are you okay?" Amy asked, almost shaken.
Conan closed his eyes and shook his head. "Amy, something's happened, Vi won't listen to me, and I just don't understand... What do I do?"
Amy blinked in bewilderment, suddenly making Conan feel hot with embarassment. Panicking in front of Vi was understandable, since she was in Jimmy's situation, too, but in front of Amy... or anybody else...
"Do you want to sit down, Conan? Talk about something? Look there's a bench over there."
The two teenagers (or rather the teenager and the twenty-seven year old) walked over and sat down on the bench. Conan fumbled about with his fingers.
"Well, you see, I...er...um...ah..." Conan's words fell apart. He felt so weird. This sucked, having to tell his problems to the 'girly girl' Amy.
Amy wrinkled her nose. "Come on, Conan, I haven't got all day. You do know you're keeping me from my Japanese class, right?"
Conan had to keep his jaw from dropping slightly open. Wouldn't Amy be glomping him right now? Showering him with kisses and being all over-the-top? He even noticed that there was an uncomfortable air to her, and even she was being a tad shifty. Not at all like the smiley girl who welcomed him at lunchtime.
Conan sighed. "If you really want to, you can go to class. I'll be fine, I promise-"
Amy scoffed, which was out of place for her. "I don't think so. You look very pale, but I don't think your diet is unhealthy. It's something else. So, let's talk. Both of us will feel much better that way, I promise."
And all at once, Conan felt warm and hopeful. He couldn't stifle a small smile."Okay, here goes. Amy... I can't remember anything. I mean, I know who you are but I mean that I can't remember anything that has happened for the last ten years. I've just talked to a most unhelpful Vi and she just left me all alone." Conan said all this with his eyes to the ground. He dared to look at his friend. She wore an extremely 'wierded out' look.
"You're not kidding, are you?" Amy asked, sounding like she didn't believe him.
"No!" exclaimed Conan, a little too forcefully. "You've got to believe me."
Amy nodded. She believed him now. "Conan, do you want to go to the doctor? This is serious, but I'm absolutely sure that with a few pills-"
"No, Amy. I don't want a doctor. I just want memories. Please, Amy, please tell me everything that's happened over the years."
Amy stood up and picked up her bag. "You'll have to walk with me, then. I won't be able to tell you sitting down. We could both do with skipping class. There's only one left, so we won't miss much."
When Conan stood up, Amy was already ten yards ahead of him. "Hey, wait up!" Conan called after her. He sighed and half-ran to keep up with her when he realised she wasn't listening to him.
Come on, Jimmy. You're twenty-seven now. Don't be scared. You've been through murders, kidnappings and thefts. You can do this. There's a way to confide in Amy without me revealing my true identity. Hey, if the Junior, ahem, Senior Detective League still know and love me as Conan Edogawa, then this will be easy.