Requited, Unrequited: Chapter Three
Percent
Conan calculates. The possibilities, the mean averages, the statistics, the medians, bulk module, velocities, perimeters and lastly, a very complex set of problems on differential calculus.
And then his head aches.
After approximately 10 years, he was now a high school student like he was once, and now, even if he had been a straight-A student since he was in his fake childhood, Conan found himself struggling to continue this rare feat.
Calculus had been his number one enemy ever since he was 17 (in the original age), and his lessons about this damned subject ended with Gin shrinking him. And now, this… abomination was thrown back at him just a few hours ago, and, much to his displeasure, the damned teacher even gave them homework.
And now…
Now…
His head aches. Because of all the calculations.
Perfect. Just bloody perfect.
"Is this true?" an all-too-familiar person asked with an all-too-familiar voice laced with sarcasm, added with fake surprise. "The very much acclaimed high school detective, having troubles with differential calculus?" Haibara Ai gave a gasp, effectively ticking the four-eyed youth, "Pigs are flying!"
Scowling, Conan turned around to face the strawberry-haired teen, and proceeded to throw his exasperated statement.
"I'm not in the mood, Haibara" Conan said, eyeing the amused eyes of Haibara. "Go bug someone else"
Haibara pouted, "But it's raining today, Edogawa-kun. You don't want me to march outside and be sick now, do you?" smirking, she added, "I already finished my homework unlike somebody else here and it's way too boring in my room"
Really, this girl knew how to push his buttons.
Groaning, he turned back to his homework and chose to ignore Haibara's previous statement.
He had been living with Haibara and Hakase 5 years ago since Ran started to notice the similarities between him and his old self, and naturally, he didn't want that to happen. The organization had been destroyed when he was 15, and even though he was happy, his joy was short-lived when Haibara informed him a day after that there was no cure.
His heart broke when he phone-called Ran just to tell her that he won't be coming back, ever. A few weeks after that, Ran was a wreck, like a living zombie. Thankfully though, Doctor Araide had been there with her, and now, the two were a happily married couple.
"Do you want some coffee, Kudo-kun?"
Ah, Conan snorted mentally, at least Haibara could be of help.
"Sure"
As he heard the fading footsteps of the shrunken scientist, his thoughts wandered on the times when Haibara had been there for him. When they were still in elementary, they were like a conjoint twin, always stuck together. Wherever he was, she was there, following him like a cat – he himself never left her behind. He'll pause on his walk if he senses that the woman isn't following anymore, and then nudges her back to him. And just recently, Ayumi (who now had moved on and was now dating Mitsuhiko) had dubbed them 'The Married Couple'. Just like the time when he was with Ran.
But that was Haibara. And Haibara can never be like Ran.
Conan suddenly had tormented thoughts. So he decided to get things by logics and mathematics. Taking his pen, the detective simply grabbed a piece of paper and started to compute.
He was having a full-blown headache the time he finished.
Haibara found him sprawled sleepily on his study table, and her being Haibara, dragged the pitiful boy on his bed.
When Agasa-hakase returned from the groceries, Haibara herself was sleeping on the bed, together with Conan.
When Agasa found the 'Probability-That-I-Like-Haibara' computation, he laughed at the 50% final average.
And when Agasa noticed something wrong about the computation, he decided to redo it.
Conan sucks at math – it should have been 110%.
Sorry for the slow update, guys. My flash-drive got stolen, and all my files were in it! So I had no choice but to start from scratch again. But then, I hope you like this chapter! R&R!!
