Yay! Thanks for the reviews! You guys make me so happy! As for Conan, I got no idea if I fixed the whole OOC or just made him more OOC. You guys tell me, ok? Without further ado, I introduce you guys to chapter three (my favourite number)!
I DO NOT OWN DETECTIVE CONAN
Today should have been a normal day for Conan. Watch Saguru run off to school, entertain himself with the books in the house, watching tv... Normal stuff. But now it's starting to get boring. The young boy glanced out the window. It was a beautiful day outside. Why not go outside? Who knows, maybe he'd find things he's good at. Walking outside, Conan began to think of all sorts of things.
The young boy loved learning things about himself. Each little bit of information made him feel like he's getting closer and closer to finding out his true identity. The thrill of figuring out something... Conan loved it. He loved connecting the pieces together. He loved the feeling of accomplishment.
Though right now, everything seems so scrambled. So messed up. It's almost silly.
Every time he sees a kid like him, even sometimes someone older, he'd only see innocence. They're all so carefree. No care in the world. Why doesn't he?
"Little boy."
Conan turned around to see a woman with a kind face. "Are you lost?" she asked.
Conan just grinned. Thousands of thoughts raced to his head.
Yes. I'm lost. Everyone is so different. I can't remember anything. I don't know if what I'm doing is right or wrong.
Help me.
"Nope!" chimed Conan, "I'm not lost! Thank you for your concern, though."
With that, Conan cheerfully walked away. He'll play along for now. He'll keep this facade. This mask. Until he finds the truth, he won't reveal his intelligence. He won't reveal that he thinks something is wrong with him.
Conan watched from a swing set the soccer match in a local high school.
It was entertaining. Maybe he liked soccer in the past. Or perhaps a part of a soccer team.
The ball rolled over to him. The high schoolers looked at him.
"Hey kid!" said one of the high schoolers, "Pass me the ball!"
Conan stared at the ball. He kicked the ball as hard as he can. It landed in the other team's net. They gaped at him.
"If you hadn't quit the soccer team, Shi..., you'd be a national hero by now."
Conan blinked. Who said that? Why did it sound so familiar? A memory..?
Puzzled, he walked back home.
Returning home, Conan heated up some instant noodles for lunch. He liked the silence.
Fwip. Fwoop.
The young boy scrunched up his nose. That's the sound of the window opening and closing.
A burglar?
He leaned against the wall. Footsteps. They were so quiet that he had to strain his ears to hear them.
Click. Click.
Metal against metal. Was the burglar picking a lock? The only places that have locks on them are the washroom and Saguru's office. Maybe it's a murderer looking through Saguru's cases. That can't be good.
The young boy looked around before settling his eyes on a certain cabinet. Inside is a gun. Fake gun, of course. The thing can't shoot bullets. Not that Conan would want to shoot the guy. But it's good enough to bluff the trespasser out of the house.
Grabbing the fake gun and his cell phone, Conan tip toed his way to the office, fiddling with the gun slightly.
He knew he should have been scared. He knew he should be hiding under his bed, crying, calling the police for help like normal seven-year olds.
But he didn't.
He felt thrilled. He felt like he had done something similar countless of times.
Entering the office, Conan turned on his cell phone and pointed the gun at the intruder.
"Freeze. Do anything rash and I'll call the cops." commanded Conan in a confident tone.
The intruder froze, before slowly relaxing and facing Conan.
And thus, the two stared at each other. Silence...
Conan blinked. This wasn't at all what he's expecting. He had been expecting a big, strong man about ten times his size. Instead, it's just a teenager, about Saguru's age. He's unarmed, at that.
But the weirdest part is, that teen looked exactly like Conan. Just older.
Finally, the stranger broke the silence.
"Hi there, little boy!" exclaimed the teen cheerfully, "Who are you and what are you doing here?" Conan scoffed.
"I should be asking that to you. You broke into the house!" said Conan, clutching onto the fake gun. The teen just grinned.
"I know that's a fake gun, by the way." he said cheerfully, "Kuroba Kaito, at your service!" The teen bowed. Conan's eyes widened. Kuroba Kaito?!
"You're that prankster guy that kept dyeing nii-san's hair!" accused Conan. Kaito raised an eyebrow.
"Nii-san? Hakuba never told me he had a younger brother. I'm insulted!" cried Kaito dramatically.
"Why did you break into the house, Prankster Guy?" asked Conan, slightly suspicious. "During school hours, even." Kaito shrugged.
"He looked tired yesterday." At this, Conan winced, knowing it was his fault. "So I didn't get to prank him. So I'm sort of pranking him at his own home to make up for yesterday." said Kaito nonchalantly.
Conan crossed his arms. "I'm not letting you get away with it." said Conan stubbornly. Kaito raised his hands.
"What?" he said, "It's not like I'm committing a crime!"
"You broke into the house."
"He gave me the key."
"You entered through the window."
"Entering through the door is boring!"
Conan face palmed. This is getting nowhere. Kaito then bowed.
"Well, as much as I would love to talk to you, I must go. I'm already late for class." grinned Kaito, escaping through the window. Conan narrowed his eyes. He won't let him escape without suffering at least one punishment. Scanning the room, he found the trap. It's a glitter bomb trap.
Deactivating the trap, Conan readied himself.
Target: Kuroba Kaito. Target located. Steady. Aim. Fire.
The young boy grinned as the glitter bomb hit its target.
Take that, Prankster Guy!
To celebrate, Conan ate some victory cookies from the cookie jar.
Kaito pouted.
Glitter is scattered all over his messy black hair. The whole class stared at him. They wondered if one of Kaito's pranks backfired (unlikely, plus he would have cleaned it by now) or someone was crazy enough to prank the Master Prankster himself. Since it's probably the latter, they must take cover. Things could get ugly when Kaito is not in a good mood.
The Master Prankster himself is in deep thought. He should have known. Anybody calling Hakuba 'nii-san' are evil. He's going to have to pay a little visit with Evil Kid this afternoon.
This. Is. War.
A familiar bell rang, signalling the end of school for the day.
"Hakuba!"
Uh oh. Kaito is calling his name. Not good. He must run before—
"Not so fast!" exclaimed Kaito, grabbing his arm, "You never told me you had a brother!"
Saguru blinked. How did Kuroba know about Conan? Then again, this is Kaitou KID we're talking about. Freeing his arm, Saguru spoke;
"Why exactly are you interested?" asked Saguru.
Aoko then noticed them and joined the conversation.
"What are you two talking about?" asked Aoko curiously.
"Hakuba's brother." said Kaito. Aoko then clasped her hands together, looking eager.
"You have a brother? How old?" asked Aoko.
"Around seven..." answered Saguru, "We're not related, though. He's just staying over at my house until we find his parents."
"Aww, how sad!" said Aoko, looking pitiful. "Hey, Kaito! How about we pay him a visit! You can show him some magic tricks to cheer him up. He must be pretty lonely!"
"Yeah," grinned Kaito, "That sounds like an awesome idea!" Saguru knows that grin. That grin equals a pranking frenzy that is soon to come. Kaito is probably going to try and humiliate him in front of Conan. That is a no-no.
"That probably isn't a good idea—" started Saguru, but Kaito interrupted him.
"Nonsense! Besides," said Kaito, revealing a familiar key in his hand, "I got the key to your house." Saguru frowned.
"Since when did you—" started Saguru, but Kaito ignored him and began to head towards the Hakuba household. Saguru sighed, before he and Aoko followed him.
Conan brightened up, seeing the time. Saguru should be coming home soon. He has got to tell him how he gave Prankster Guy a taste of his own medicine!
"Conan-kun, I'm home!"
Conan grinned. Right on schedule.
"Ne, Saguru-nii-san, you won't believe—"
He stopped. Behind Saguru are two people. And he recognized one of them.
It's Prankster Guy.
Did Prankster Guy told on him? Was he not supposed to get revenge? This cannot be good!
"Am I in trouble?" asked Conan, fidgeting slightly.
Saguru raised an eyebrow. "Why would you be in trouble?" he asked. Okay, so he's not in trouble. Doesn't explain why Prankster Guy is here, though.
"Aww!" cooed Aoko, crouching down to Conan's height. Which was pretty small for his age. He may even be younger than seven. "You look like a mini-Kaito! Except at least you know how to brush your hair."
"Hey!" pouted Kaito, "I told you! My hair won't be neat no matter what I do!"
Deciding Aoko is much better and polite than Kaito, Conan stretched out his hand. "Hello. My name is Conan. Nice to meet you!"
"Nice to meet you too, Conan!" smiled Aoko, "I'm Nakamori Aoko."
They were about to shake hands until Conan saw it. Quickly, he sidestepped to the right.
Splat!
A paint bomb was launched. The spot where Conan used to be had a nice red paint splatter on it.
Conan stuck out his tongue at Kaito. "Nice try, Prankster Guy! But you're going to have to try harder than that to prank the soon-to-be-famous-detective!" Yes, soon-to-be-famous-detective.
Kaito smirked. "Is that a challenge?"
Conan smirked back. "Bring it."
Saguru sighed.
This is going to be a long day.
All throughout their stay, Kaito and Conan kept 'battling' each other. Kaito did all sorts of pranks and traps, while Conan evaded many of them and even used Kaito's own tricks against him. Eventually it was getting late, so they made a temporary truce for dinner. After Aoko left, the two were still at it. Saguru just watched them at the corner of his eye, reading a Sherlock Holmes book while sipping tea. He made sure neither of them got into any real danger, though he doubted it.
In the end, the two were laying on the colourful backyard, panting. Both members were covered in feathers, powder, glitter, goo, ketchup, paint, and lots of other stuff that I will not mention.
"I'm... Tired..." panted Conan.
"So you forfeit?" asked Kaito. Conan shook his head.
"No way! I'm temporarily retreating to study the enemy." said Conan. Kaito chuckled.
"Sure you are." said Kaito, "So, we're enemies?"
Conan hummed thoughtfully. "I would say rivals, but Saguru-nii-san already took that spot." shrugged Conan, "Which reminds me, why do you prank him constantly?"
Kaito sat up. "Are you kidding me? Pranking him is the best! He always has the funniest expressions." grinned Kaito. Conan rolled his eyes.
"I suppose..." he said, remembering how funny Saguru looked when he woke him up early yesterday. "But it wears him down easily. As his younger brother, I will make sure you'll pay." he said with an evil smile. Kaito shivered at that expression.
Saguru glanced at the time. It really is getting late. Closing the book, the detective headed towards the backyard.
"Conan-kun, bedtime. Take a shower then go to sleep." he said. Conan nodded cheerfully.
"Sure, Saguru-nii-san!" he exclaimed, before heading towards the washroom.
Saguru then faced Kaito. "Kuroba-kun, shouldn't you be getting home by now?"
Kaito just grinned. "It wouldn't hurt if I stay—"
"Yes it would." deadpanned Saguru. Kaito pouted.
"You're so mean, Hakuba!" he whined. Kaito then began to leave the house.
Right outside the house, however, he shot Saguru a smile. "That kid is awesome! He has so much potential to become a magician. Maybe if I take him under my wing and—"
"Not a chance."
The detective slammed the door on Kaito's face.
"Conan-kun, I'm home!" said Saguru the following day, scratching himself slightly. Kaito had put itching powder all over his stuff and it has been irritating him.
"Welcome back, Bocchama."
Saguru slightly perked up at that sentence. "Baaya. You're back already." greeted Saguru.
"You could have at least mentioned this little boy is staying over." said Baaya, gesturing towards Conan. Conan was chugging down a whole cup of coffee. When he noticed Saguru, he waved.
"Saguru-nii-san! Welcome back!" smiled Conan.
"Hey Conan-kun." greeted Saguru.
"Bocchma..." started Baaya, "Did you tell your father about him yet?"
Saguru strained a smile for Conan's sake, but Conan saw right through it. Fortunately, he didn't question it. "No, I haven't. But—"
Baaya frowned. "No buts. I'm calling him." Saguru's hand twitched slightly. This made Conan curious.
"You know what he'll say." Saguru said. Baaya sighed.
"I'm sorry, Bocchama, but I have to call him." Baaya insisted. Saguru's fists then clenched.
"...Alright. I'll be in my room doing my homework." said Saguru, trying his best not to sound strained. Baaya nodded in acknowledgement. As soon as Saguru was out of sight, Conan turned his head towards Baaya.
"What's wrong with Saguru-nii-san? Is there something wrong with his father?" asked Conan innocently. Baaya shook her head.
"Of course not. The two get along pretty well." said Baaya. That just made Conan more confused.
"Then why Saguru-nii-san doesn't want you to call him? Did he do something bad?" asked Conan.
"You'll know when you get older." said Baaya. Ha, as if. "Would you like some more coffee?"
Conan shook his head. "No thank you." He has to get to the bottom of this.
With slight determination, Conan headed towards Saguru's office and began to research more on the Hakuba Family.
The young boy yawned.
Baaya is right. Saguru and his father have no reason to hate each other. But perhaps he needs to research a teensy bit more—
"Conan-kun! Bedtime!"
Well, so much for that.
"Okay!" called out Conan, rushing to his room. He changed into his pyjamas and headed to bed.
"Bocchama, your father is coming any minute."
"I know." said Saguru, trying not to look nervous. He knows his father will get mad. Any second now...
Knock knock knock.
Baaya opened the door to reveal a very familiar man. He sat onto the chair at the opposite side of the table. Usually the man would be very carefree and jolly, but not today.
"Saguru." started the man.
"Tou-san. I believe you've heard?" said Saguru. The man nodded.
"Yes. I thought I made myself clear last time." said Saguru's father.
"Listen, tou-san. This is different—"
The man slammed his hands on the table. "No. You listen, Saguru. This is not different." Saguru gritted his teeth.
"It is only temporary." insisted Saguru.
"That doesn't change a thing." said Saguru's father, "You should have called the orphanage sooner. You should have not gotten attached sooner. And now..."
"But tou-san I-!"
"No buts." demanded his father. He continued;
"That boy will leave tomorrow. End of discussion."
Unknown to them, that same boy was leaning against his bedroom's door, hearing the entire conversation.
"I'm... Leaving..?"
Well, so much for Conan and Saguru be awesome bros! Anyway, this story is now officially a week old! Yay! I hope you guys liked how Conan and Kaito met. I've thought of so many different ways to could have met before deciding on this one. Anywho, even though nobody asked, I will try and get Heiji into this story. Problem is, I don't know how to write his accent. Help please?
-Phantom Bird