Chapter 1
It was a chilly night three weeks before Christmas day, a year after the Black Organization's downfall, when Conan woke up from dreaming about…well, he can't remember. A picture of milk and coffee had lingered on his mind though, but he have no idea what that meant. He put on his fluffy bunny shoes (bought by 'Ran-neechan') and stared at the phone that is ringing.
"Seriously…?" he muttered, rubbing his eyes. He sauntered to the cabinet it was placed, and took the phone gingerly. It read: Agasa Cell.
Why would Professor Agasa call him this time of the night? Conan had a hunch it was about some new prototype he wanted to test. Nevertheless, if the professor calls him at exact 12 midnight, it must probably mean something important. Conan sure hope so. He pressed the phone to his ear.
"Hello? Hakase?"
"Kudo." Haibara answered.
Conan flinched a bit. Even though they're talking on the phone, Haibara's voice is so distinct he can't help but get surprised. Why didn't he thought of Haibara calling with the professor's number? She lives with him.
"Haibara…what's up?" he asked casually. She answered "You're lucky its Christmas time, Kudo. What took you so long to answer? Anyway, come here right now. And bring clothes. I don't want you running naked after this."
Conan frowned. What's this, another temporary antidote? He appreciates Haibara's effort on making the APTX-4896 antidote (especially since its holidays) but, honestly, being Edogawa Conan never bothered him anymore. Sometimes, he wondered what would happen if he never came back as Shinichi Kudo, and surprisingly, he wasn't affected by it. Taking elementary exams that is relatively easy (for any high school students) and being able to do sneaky stuff and not get caught by it were just some examples of Edogawa Conan's life's simple pleasures.
After thinking that, he suddenly felt guilty. Like deep down, Shinichi Kudo was yelling how stupid the idea is. He is the Detective of the East—everyone's favorite detective. The J-League soccer star. The Holmes addict. And of course, Ran's childhood friend. Or bestfriend. Or boyfriend.
Whatever.
Before Conan can make out of his puzzled thoughts, he was pulled out by his reverie. Haibara must be in a hurry, because she didn't let Conan answer back. "Cat got your tongue, detective? Come as soon as possible. Bye." She hung up.
Conan hesitantly put the phone back, debating to call Haibara back to ask her what is going on but he quickly figured out that wasn't happening so he changed clothes and sneaked out of the house. He slipped inside the Kudo Mansion and got the clothes his hands could get first.
He raced down to the professor's house, leaving child footprints in the snow.
"You look like a mess." was the first comment the child detective got when he entered Professor Agasa's abode. "I think anyone would be, if you got woken up by a phone ringing and someone asking you to go outside in the middle of a winter night. And it's snowing." he argued.
"My bad, then." Haibara mocked.
He glared at Haibara while removing the remains of the snow in his coat. But the glare didn't last long as he saw Haibara sitting at the sofa calmly, drinking coffee. It was so normal, it made it bizarre. Conan had a hard time removing his gaze from the girl but when he finally did, he asked. "Well, what made you summon me at 12 midnight?"
"It's finished." is what all she said.
Conan stared at her dumbfoundedly. What's finished? His face must be amusing because Haibara chuckled. "Stop gaping at me, idiot. Look at the table." And look at the table, he did. There lay a small red velvet box.
Haibara's proposing to me?
Conan mentally slapped his face. He imagined Haibara's deadpanned face: Not happening, Kudo. Not happening. Not even in your wildest dreams. He opened it and among the tissues laid a small white and red capsule. "Advance Merry Christmas, Kudo." Haibara smirked. It took about a few seconds before Shinichi finally realized it.
The APTX-4896 Antidote is finished.
"It's…I…Haibara…" he stammered, so many thoughts inside his brain he don't know what to say first. Haibara waved her hand lightly. "Shut up, death magnet. Try to pick your jaws off the floor before you say anything. Besides, it's not like every day you can see someone so confident like you look totally dumb. Let me savor the moment." Even though she just had insulted him, he can't erase the grin making its way onto his face. He looked at her. "Thanks, Haibara."
The scientist shrugged. "While you're gaping at that, try to make a story about Conan. I already asked Hakase to contact your parents for help, should you ever need it." Conan was astonished. Had Haibara planned all of this? He grinned. "You're awesome." He saw her nod mutely before making his way to the bathroom, the box in his hands held tightly.
Minutes later, Shinichi was closing the door, holding in his arms Conan's clothes. He saw Haibara sleeping in the couch. Shinichi gazed at her sleeping face, so peaceful and with no worries. It was so different from the Haibara with a usual frown on her brows and the annoying smirk she always have. Both of them are cute, anyway, he commented, still staring at the Haibara.
"Ugh. Did I really think of that? I'm a freaking pedophi…well, no. Not really. She's my age anyway…" he muttered. "Um…I think that's still wrong." He sighed, he must be dead tired. Besides, his head still hurt from the antidote's effect. The pain is tolerable though. He saw in his peripheral vision a pink sticky-note in the table.
He took it and read: Lock the door when you leave. Goodbye. He grinned, typical Haibara. He left the house as silent as his high school legs can. His mind wandered back to the note. Goodbye, it said. It looks like the note was written by fate itself, saying farewell for the child detective.
He trudged back to his home, erasing his counterpart's footprints in the snow.
Hiya, Stubborn here! So I'm new to fanfic writing (I'm a pro at reading and eating and being lazy though) So this is my first multi-chap story. I really like CoAi or ShinShi! I always like ships that always don't go together, sigh...
Oh, well! R & R!