Ten Years Repentance
Gosho Aoyama is the respectable Owner of Detective Conan.
It had been ten years since Conan had finally taken down the organization. Vermouth had, not surprisingly, escaped capture as well as the more powerful members, but Anokata was taken down for good. After that horrifying encounter. Yukiko and Yusaku Kudo enrolled Conan into High School as a Child Prodigy in America. He went to college when he was thirteen years old and joined the police academy at fifteen. At seventeen, Conan became a detective in criminology. He discarded the glasses, because he did not want to look so much like his dad, but kept all the other gadgets Agasa made him.
Leaving Tokyo was hard. The detective boys begged him to stay. Agasa smiled, but it was tight. Leaving Ran was the hardest. He had stolen her best friend and then he was stealing her little brother. It stung how she put up a brave face as she packed up his clothes and belongings. Then she squeezed him and told him not to forget to call. He called every day since then. Ran had not gotten married yet nor even had a boyfriend since the Shinichi incident.
Today was the day he was finally going back to Tokyo. Ten years was so long. He felt aged, even though his body was only nineteen. He missed Ran and his friends. As Conan boarded his plane, he saw a man pull his hat down to shade his eyes and cover something inside his huge overcoat. Conan's eyes narrowed. Even though he had left Tokyo, crime still followed him like the Plague. As it turns out, the man was seated right next to him.
"Hello!" Conan said cheerfully in English. The man flicked his eyes toward him reproachfully, then plastered on a fake smile.
"Hello, Son! Where you headed?"
"Oh, I haven't seen my sister in so long. I'm going to meet her at the Tokyo Station. How about you?" The man chuckled, lowering his guard a bit.
"My wife lives in Tokyo. I haven't seen my daughter in a while either. I can't wait to see them." The man unconsciously played with whatever was in his pocket. The flight attendant announced that they would now be lifting off and to enjoy the ride.
"I-uh-have to use the restroom." The man mumbled. Conan was sitting in the aisle seat. Conan smiled apologetically and lifted his feet up so the man could get out. He's up to something. Conan waited until the man had left for the bathroom in the back of the plane and for the plane to get a few thousand meters up in the air until he got up as well and snuck after his seat companion. Conan put his ear to the door the man was occupying and listened for any strange sounds. He heard a series of beeping and deep humming. That didn't sound too good. He knocked on the door and pulled out his bowtie voice changer. He made his voice sound like Ran's.
"Excuse me? Is anyone in here?" He knocked again.
"HEY! Lady! Give me a minute, sheeesh! Let a man do his business. If you have to go that bad use the stall next door."
"Gomen, Gomen…Um someone's in that one."
"Are you freaking—Just a second I'm almost done." Conan heard the man flush and then the jangling of the lock. Conan quickly hid in the adjacent stall a waited for the man to get out.
The man did so, grumbling about women and tiny bladders, looking around for the woman who begged him to get out. He couldn't find her, sighed and shuffled back to his seat. The boy who was seat partner wasn't there. He sighed audibly and pulled down his duffle bag to get out his portable computer. He grumbled about kids and women.
Conan let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and slipped into the other stall. The beeping was a bit concealed, but he found the source hidden under the sink. Opening it, he found a ticking little plastic bomb. Conan swore under his breath. Sometimes he wished he were wrong. He closed the door, locked it and turned off the light so there wouldn't be any unnecessary shadows when he disabled the bomb.
It took Conan about thirty minutes to disable the bomb, crush it and throw it in the trash. He was going to have to play it cool with his seat partner when he came back.
Conan flushed the toilet for effect and then left the stall to his seat. The man next to him smiled.
"You were in the stall when the girl needed to go, eh? What were you doing in there?" Conan scratched the back of his head and used his mother's acting skill to the max.
"Haha…I'm really not good with planes. I get really sick." He clenched his stomach and smiled painfully at the man.
The man smiled back then leaned in Conan's face.
"Cute story, kid. Now tell me what you really did. It doesn't take forty friggin' minutes to hurl your guts out." Conan dropped the act and glared at the man.
"I know what you did. I won't tell anyone, I just want to know why." The man chuckled, quickly disassembled his computer and reassembled it into a make shift knife. He leaned over, grabbed Conan and held the knife to his throat. He stood up with Conan and shouted, "Nobody move, or the kid gets it!" Several people screamed, causing to see what the trouble was. She froze mid-scold, her mouth hanging open in a comical 'O' shape.
"Oh my God." She breathed. The man, still keeping a hold on Conan, pointed the knife at her.
"Tell the Pilot order a ransom of ten billion dollars and to keep the plane flying, or else everyone on this plane dies; starting with this kid." To make show, the man brought the knife back to Conan's throat and sliced the side. Blood streamed onto the collar of Conan's jacket. For a moment, Conan wished he were Ran. Then he could just do some cool karate move and knock the person out.
Then he remembered his watch. Conan slowly and quietly opened his stun gun, and then shot the man in the leg. The man released his hold and collapsed into his seat.
"Does anyone have duct tape or rope?" Conan asked politely.
The rest of the trip was quiet. When they arrived at the airport, the police got on the plane and took the crazy man away. Conan stood in the lobby with all his bags, massaging his neck.
"Conan!" He heard the cries of three people whom he'd only heard over the phone, their faces he'd only seen in pictures they sent. He turned around and was thrown into a group hug with his three best friends.
"Genta! Mitsuhiko! Ayumi!" He laughed. They all sat down on the ground and hugged. He was bombarded with questions.
"How was America?" "I heard you graduated High School at thirteen. Is that true?" "Why didn't you call to tell us about the plane high-jacking?"
"America's amazing, guys, but not as good as home. Yes, it is true. I told you in the email. And after we tied him up, I kind of just forgot about the high-jacking." Conan answered the questions after they let him breath. He looked up from the ground into the face of Ran.
"Ran…neesan." He said, tentatively. He had only talked to her on the phone and in emails. To see her face, in person… he didn't know what to think.
"Baka! I said you could call me Ran. Maou…. Give me a hug too!" Ran stooped down and embraced him. His friends oohed him and snickered. She was twenty-nine today.
"Happy Birthday, Ran." Conan hugged back. It was good to be home.