Chapter One: Meeting With The White Artist
One fine day in Beika Street, a young, 7 year-old child named, 'Conan Edogawa' was walking along the street. He was walking aimlessly and he doesn't even know where to go...until he ended up in an art museum.
At first, he wasn't interested, because he doesn't have a heart for arts. But, he decided to go inside, anyway.
He went inside that art museum and was impressed by the number of arts and statues displayed. He took glances on some arts hanging on the wall while walking. Suddenly, he stopped walking when he saw an art that is somewhat beautiful. He walked towards the frame, not passing through the red line.
He was amazed by the art as he looked at it closer. It was a picture of a boy at the very center while the background are full of pictures of various things. Examples of those is a clock hanging on a wall, a baby crying, a war, a soldier with his gun, a girl and the boy himself. The title of the said art is 'Pictures of You, Pictures of Me' which was followed by a verse in a gold tablet:
"Pictures of you, pictures of me
Hung upon your wall for the world to see
Pictures of you, pictures of me,
Remind us all of what we used to be"
-from an American song entitled, 'Pictures of You' by The Last Goodnight
"Do you like it?" said a kind, sweet voice of a young male.
Conan was startled when he heard the voice. He turned to his right and saw a young, 17 year-old teenager wearing a white suit. He wore a sweet smile and with his indigo eyes that have such charm!
"Y-Yes," the boy replied in his innocent childish voice. "Wh-Who are you?"
First, the white-suited bowed, as if he was a gentleman.
"I am the artist of that artwork you're staring at for 3 minutes," he greeted. "My name is Kaito Kuroba. PLeasure to meet you, boy."
"I-I'm...Conan Edogawa," the boy stammered. "P-Pleasure to meet you, Kaito-nii-I mean-Kaito-san."
"No, no!; calling me 'Kaito-nii chan' is fine!"
"O-OK, Kaito-nii chan...I'm impressed about your art. The colors looked beautiful and the way you drew it was perfect! I don't even know what to say!"
"Is that so?"
"Very very sure!...You seemed disappointed. Something wrong?"
"Nah...You see, when I introduced myself to some people who are staring at my artwork, they didn't believed in me nor praise me. But, since you're a little boy, I guess, you would easily believe in me."
"No, I already knew that you're the real artist."
"Eh? How?"
"Look at the picture of the boy! It resembles you. So maybe, you drew yourself in this artwork so that people can even recognized you. It was even written here in this gold tablet!"
Conan pointed at the gold tablet below the artwork, beside the first gold tablet which includes the title and the verse.
"I see..." said the artist, "You have a keen observation, Conan-kun. You're going to be a great detective when you grow up!"
Conan laughed shyly, as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Hey, Conan-kun, can you come with me for awhile?"
"Hmm...? Where?"
"At a fancy restaurant. I will treat you, anyway."
"Eh...?"
And so, the two left the art museum and went to a fancy, Italian restaurant nearby. They had a delicious meal. Kaito watched Conan as he eats his pasta.
"Wow! Delicious!" Conan said happily, as he smiled.
"Is that so?" asked the artist. "Glad you liked it."
Kaito noticed that Conan has sauce stains under the boy's chin. Conan noticed the artist's eyes are looking at his chin and he looked at it. He saw sauce stains on it. He blushed a little because of embarrassment. But, as he was about to get napkin to wipe it, the artist hold the boy's wrist.
"It's alright," said the artist, as he let the boy's hand go. "I'll wipe it for you."
The artist used his other hand's thumb to wipe away the boy's mess. The boy turned pink when he saw this. The artist even licked the sauce on his thumb which made Conan turned red. The artist noticed the boy's face. He smiled after licking his thumb. Then, he kissed the boy, using the menu on the table as cover. Luckily, beside them was a window and they were on the 4th floor. The boy was shocked from what the artist did to him. When they break apart, the boy wiped his mouth with his arm while the artist licked his lips.
"Isn't that delicious, Conan-kun?" asked the artist.
The boy didn't say a word. His face was very red that he an't say a thing or two nor even look at the artist's face.
The artist simply smiled at the boy.
As the two left the restaurant, Conan looked at his right, with a serious, calm face. His face's redness disappeared.
"I think...I should go home now." he said. "It's already 11:45 p.m. and I think, Ran-nee chan must be looking for me."
The artist was surprised and he smiled.
"I will drive you home with my white limo." he said, smiling.
"That's too much. I think, I should walk home, instead."
"No; just go inside the limo and I'll drive you home. Is it fine?"
Conan can't answer a thing. He knew that the artist has an interest on him, the kiss back then was the proof. he just don't understand. But, he had no choice so, he nodded at the artist. The artist smiled in relief.
And so, the two went inside the limo and have a short chat about themselves.
Conan told the artist about the cases he usually encounters, while the artist talked about his works and his life. The two had such a lively chat.
Finally, they reached the Mouri Detective Agency, Conan's home. Conan and the artist went outside the limo.
"So this is your home, a detective agency." the artist commented. "No wonder you usually encounter such cases."
"I know," replied the boy. "Well, I gotta go inside. I hope we can meet again sometime, Kaio-nii chan."
"Bye...,Tantei-kun."
The two waved goodbye at each other. The artist went inside his limo again and went home while, Conan went inside the agency.
"I'm home!" said Conan happily, as he opened the agency's door.
"Conan-kun, welcome back!" greeted Ran, who was at the kitchen making lunch.
Conan went inside the room and lay on the sofa.
"Conan-kun, are you going to eat lunch?" asked Ran.
"I'm full, Ran-nee chan." answered the boy.
"Eh? That's strange. Then, where did you have your lunch?"
"At the Professor's house. He said that invented another game and told me that I should try it out! It was great and I was able to finished it for one hour! And, he even told me that I should have my lunch there."
"I see...Then, I'm going to eat lunch by myself, then."
"Hmm...? Where's Uncle?"
"Well, I think he's outside. He said that's he's going to play mahjong with his friends and told me that he doesn't need lunch."
"Eh...?"
Conan looked at the other couch facing him. He once remembered that day when Heiji told him one thing:
"Kudo, if there's someone that has an interest on ya, then, ye should some more time with that person! Until your bond deepens!"
" 'Until that bond that bond deepens...' eh?" the boy thought. "I don't know. I don't even have an interest towards the guy. But..., maybe I should try."
(The...3rd KaiShin fanfic. Hope ya like it!)
