Babysitting love part 2

Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan nor do I own the characters of Detective Conan. I only own Hotaru, My OC.

fair warning- Shinichi will be OOC

Shinichi sighed and collapsed on the (thankfully) nearby leather chair. Turning his head he stared at the baby pink crib where his little sister lied in. Through the bars of the crib, he could see her sightless eyes closed as she started to doze off. He pulled the chair closer to the crib and watched her stir at the noise but perhaps disregarded it and continued to sleep.

Glancing up, his eyes decided to take in the innocence of the baby room. Little Easter bunny wallpapers decorated the interior of the room. There was a soft-almost velvety carpet at his feet, just in case if Hotaru would fall. Sunny yellow drawers kept all of the baby's clothes within close reach and of course toys were scattered all across the room. Usagi-chan was in the high shelf where it was only taken down under adult supervision. Hotaru's favorite stuffed animal was a big gray bunny where her adoring father bought for her. She fell in love as soon as her hand brushed up against the bunny's soft fur and snuggled with it.

However, because Usagi-chan ( the bunny's name) was so much larger in compared to Hotaru's frail humble body, Oka-San and Otou-San take it away to the nearby shelf, fearing that little Hotaru would suffocate herself under the arms of Usagi-chan.

Ofcourse Hotaru was furious to find out that Usagi-chan would be stored away from her and cried for days at an end. A thoroughly worried Kudo Yusaku and Kudo Yukiko ran to their only son for advice, who agreed mostly because of his want for sleep which unfortunately did not have for the past days.

Kudo Shinichi solved the problem by lending his younger a hand. Literally.

Apparently Hotaru seemed to find Shinichi's fingers a better pacifier than the one Oka-San gave to her. She loved to suck on them, drooling all over his hand as her teeth less gums chewed on his index finger.

That day Shinichi held a hint of a smile as he peered down at the quaint sight of his sister in his arms sucking on his fingers and affectionately patted her cheek.

Back to reality he made a mental note on his schedule for the day. Now it was 2:00 His parents had already left him two hours ago. At about 3:00 he must feed her with cut string beans, peas, baby carrots that were cut into cubes, and for dessert : mashed peaches. During then, he will see if she is thirsty after eating. If that is so then he will feed her formula which his mother had already prepared for him.

After that she will be sleeping in her crib and he will go with the flow for the rest of the day.

He sat facing to the crib and peered down. His sister, who was already showing signs of inheriting his mother's curly hair, had already proven to have pure black like his father and himself, pale fair complexion, small nose, small mouth, small face, small hands, small feet, small body, but big eyes. Big eyes who will see nothing for a very long time. Not forever though, but long enough. And it was all his fault.

Looking up at the clock he saw that it was now 2:30. Sighing loudly, he grunted while getting up to prepare the food for his Hotaru.

A small whimper was made and it was loud enough to make him turn his head back to see that his sister had woken up because of the noise he made. She tossed and turned grouchily.

Recognizing his fatal mistake, he went back to the crib apologizing

"Ah! *Imouto gomen gomen! Uh...Onii-San is just going to get your snack for you to eat later, go back to sleep okay?"

It was not enough for Hotaru, who despised interruptions while trying to sleep. She pouted and then began to cry.

"Hotaru I'm sorry! What is it that you want from me?" Pleaded her brother.

He tried to search for injurys, a sign that she was hungry, that she needed a diaper change, anything at all but he was unsuccessful.

He took Usagi-chan off of the shelf and placed it next to her. She merely knocked it away and cried louder.

Finally he had an idea. Picking her pitifully tear-filled body up, he rocked her gently in his arms. Balancing her in one arm while making sure that her head was in place, he placed his free hand on her stomache, massaging it soothingly. He had seem his mother do the same actions every time Hotaru was upset. Now Hotaru's cries had subsided and was reduced to heavy sniffling and hiccups.

He whispered in her ear, "Shhh... There there, relax would you? There's not much for you to be angry about, you know? Onii-San is making you food, and he's sorry for waking you up. But you know...He's always going to take your side for everything okay? So stop crying and go to sleep, Alright?"

Hotaru had felt tired of crying and felt even more sleepy hearing Shinichi's whispering voice in her ear. It was like a lullaby to her and she was so cozy in his arms...

Once he made sure that she was out cold he pulled away from her a bit and took a long look at her.

'Jeez, I never knew she would even take after Ka-san's temper... But... To be honest, she's hard to get mad at. ' He smirked as his finger tickled her neck, and Hotaru tried to wack it away, missing several times. He playfully tweaked her nose and then leaned down to give her a chaste kiss on the forehead. After placing her back in the crib, he tiptoed quietly in the kitchen.

Feeding Hotaru was very very hard. As soon as her sensitive nose caught what she was to be served, she stubbornly refused to eat. And Shinichi was losing it very fast.

"Imouto, you have to eat it! Please!"

"No!", was what she replied.

"It is not a choice, you have to eat it!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

She obstinately pushed the plate down on the floor, and thus baby food produced a loud splat!

He angrily glared at her, forgetting that she was blind, and groaned.

"Bakayaro! Now you made a mess!"

He sat heavily on the chair, with his head in his hands. He wished Ran had not agreed to accompany Sonoko shopping today, for he needed help, now.

Some clattering was heard and when Shinichi looked up, he saw Hotaru bending over, trying to reach down at the floor from her baby seat.

He smiled tiredly and gently pushed her back up.

"It's okay, I'll clean it up."

Her lower lip trembled slightly, and small tears were falling on her cheeks.

"Huh? Oh, what are you mad about now?" He looked concerned at her.

There was no reply as her tears silently dripped from her eyes. And he instantly felt guilty for castigating her earlier.

'What is wrong with me? I should have been angry! It is not my fault she doesn't listen!'

But another voice had told him

'You made her cry.'

"Imouto...Onii-San's not mad anymore. Really."

"No." She manage to choke out.

"Oi, I'm sorry for calling you that earlier. If Imouto doesn't like it, Onii-San will give her something else okay?"

She shook her head, as if she couldn't understand what he was saying. Hotaru bended over again.

Quickly he pushed her back up. He put his hands on her small shoulders.

"Oi, I thought that I told you that it was alright."

And the dam burst. Then, as if by instinct, he hugged her. She started to wail in his arms.

"Hotaru..." He bended over and hesitantly brushed her tears away.

" Imouto..I'm not a good Onii-San am I..?"

She continued to cry and cry. And again it was his fault.

'Imouto. I love you. So much.' He so badly wanted her to know that. While was going to pull away in order to clean up the mess he felt her hands fist on his shirt sniffling, andnot letting go.

'She can't love me. Not after what happened. But...'

He again squatted down and held her face with two hands, kissing her forehead, cheek, and nose. He smiled sadly at Hotaru who merely looked surprised at contact.

'I'll just indulge myself selfishly until the day she finds out."

*Imouto-little sister

Gomen Gomen- Sorry Sorry! A common saying in Japan. Not very formal though.