A/N It's CoAi Week Day 3!
I initially planned to write a polyamorous Shiho, but this plunny, which focuses more on the antidote than alcohol or poison tbh, is so fun to write. It's short too! XD
Wish I could draw the Shiho in this fic; I'd bet she'd be so so so pretty.
Day 3. Alcohol/Poison : Midnight
The clock strikes midnight. The spell breaks. [CoAi] [ShinShi]
It's done. It's over.
The clock strikes midnight. Two kids swallow a pill each. The girl clutches her chest in pain—or in fear? The boy does the same—but in anticipation? Dilated eyes, heavy breathing, body writhing in agony, muscles spasming almost rhythmically—then the clock's minute hand moves.
It's five minutes after midnight. The boy, now a teen, is on his knees. He reaches for his change of clothes—the nightgown the professor forced them—him—to wear should look even more horrible in his grown-up body. In his body. Yes, he's back. He's finally back.
He makes quick work of the clothes. Thankfully, she, the girl, now a teen as well, hasn't awoken. He can't imagine how much teasing he'd have to bear if she ever saw him, Kudo Shinichi, in that nightgown. Not that she'd let him live it down that Edogawa Conan wore an oversized one anyway.
In the moonlight, sweat beads glisten on her forehead, her locks, in her unique shade of blonde, shine, framing her face. Is it the first time he's seen her look so peaceful? She's almost like an angel, in the pristine white nightgown...
It's ten minutes after midnight. The girl, now a teen, wakes up on the sound of a door closing. She turns her body a bit so her back is flat on the floor. Her body feels foreign and familiar at the same time.
The first thing she notices is she's alone. He's not here anymore. Off to wherever he should be before she tore his life apart. Off to angel, maybe.
It's strange.
She thought she'd be sad. The spell has been broken. For both good and bad. No more being scared of black. No more hiding as a kid. But no more Haibara Ai. And no more Edogawa Conan. She feels a pang of longing, but it's gone as quick as it came.
She thought she'd be happy. It's over. No more debts. No more all-nighters. No more elementary schoolwork.
But instead she feels... nothing.
She sits up and gazes at the stars. Her change of clothes sit at the corner. It's the only thing she can do now—change her clothes. And then, what? Miyano Shiho has always, always, lived for a goal. Now what?
She isn't scared. She's not confused either. She's just... empty. And a bit cold.
Suddenly, the door opens, and Kudo Shinichi, in a plain black shirt and sweatpants, shows up carrying a fuzzy blanket.
Their eyes meet.
He blushes, throws the blanket at her, gets out of the room and closes the door all in a second.
"I didn't see anything I swear! As if there's anything to see on an eighty-four year old grandma!"
Her eyes wide, she immediately looks over her self. The nightgown barely covers her chest and thighs. Must be why she's feeling cold—she's barely wearing anything! She blushes. Then, she laughs.
"And dress quickly, woman! The professor and I have been waiting, y'know?"
It's past midnight. She changes into her clothes. Next, she'll go down and meet with her professor and her insufferable detective. Then get some sleep. And maybe, that's enough of a goal for now.