Declaimer: I don´t own Detective Conan.
A/N: And this is why I should probably just write everything in the computer... but strangely enough, I even lose the documents I wrote on PC. By the way, this one deserves a title.
Shinichi and the toaster
It was the second day in Shinichi´s new temporary house, and he had to admit, it was rather refreshing. The place itself was rather cozy, the child thought as he stared at the ceiling completely unmoving. Since Hakase, as the man had insisted he call him, didn´t have a room ready for him, Shinichi had slept on the couch. Which was fine by him, actually, as the child had slept on worse places while travelling with his parents. Be it as it may be, a couch was ten times better than the airplane seat, if not for the fact it was long.
Having had a good night of sleep, with his mind and body ready for another day, the dark haired boy couldn´t help but feel happy. Despite everything strange that had occurred, Hakase was extremely nice, a pleasant person to be around. Not to mention that maybe, just maybe, Shinichi had finally found a friend of his own.
Ignoring the way his lips turned upwards, he couldn´t help but think of Kaito. Not only had the boy helped him, but he promised he would call later, to meet up again. As someone who had lived with his parents, forced to travel a lot on their whims, Shinichi had never found someone he could call a friend. The other children he met were usually either too arrogant, too stupid… or, in most cases, didn´t speak English. Therefore, he was extremely excited on becoming Kaito´s friend.
Standing up as he finally grew bored of just staring at the ceiling, the boy considered what to do next. Even though it was already nine, Hakase was still sleeping, probably tired from cleaning the house last night. Still, it didn´t change the fact Shinichi was hungry. As he headed towards the kitchen, planning on eating whatever there was, the child faced a problem: the fridge was empty.
Surprised, he just stared at the cold appliance in silence while blinking, as the fact slowly registered in his mind. Okay, no food in the fridge. Moving his blue eyes to the cupboards, he immediately began his search for anything eatable, dread slowly setting in. And, as he had expected, after ten minutes of searching, his findings were miserable.
"How can…? Only bread?" His voice was dyed in disbelief, as he stared frozenly as the mentioned product. In the whole kitchen, there was nothing else he could eat. He had considering searching the freezer too, but even if something was there, it would take too long to defrost. "I should have known… He is their friend after all."
The fact his mother, and father by extension, was hopeless as house work was a world known fact. The fact his parents actually forgot to buy food more often than not, however, was a secret only Shinichi, and his occasional care-taker, were part of.
"Well, at least it´s something." Noticing the toaster, the child nodded to himself. "Toast it is. At least it's better than plain bread. Since it is here, does it mean it is safe to use?"
Eyeing the silver object with sharp eyes, Shinichi considered his options. It did appear to be a normal toaster, with normal buttons. Nothing about it screamed dangerous, and as his stomach voiced its opinion, rather largely, the child completely forgot about his apprehension.
Inserting the bread, he pulled the button, running to get a plate. It would be great if there was butter, but at the moment, he was grateful at least something was eatable. Remembering where the plates were being kept, he pulled a chair after him, quickly grabbing it. Being short was slightly annoying, but since both his dad and mom were tall, he had high hopes for his future.
Smiling childishly as the aroma filled the small kitchen, Shinichi sighed slightly. By that point, his stupid stomach was protesting loudly, not that it would make it quicker. Still, he didn´t complain, patiently waiting for his food, as he through about what to do next.
Shinichi wanted to visit the house his parents had in Beika, as his dad had told him about the library. He also needed to choose a room, for when they visited Japan on holidays. Not to mention that he was curious, to see where his parents lived until he was one. Well, he had also lived there, but he was too small to actually remember it. Hopefully, it would be a cool house, perhaps he could even move in there once he was older.
A sudden burning scent caught his attention, and the child narrowed his eyes, staring at the toaster. The bread hadn´t been in there long enough to burn, and yet, the burning scent was clear as day. Grabbing the chair, he quickly climbed up, blue eyes widening at the picture.
The toaster, the silver toaster he though was an actual toaster… well, it might not be a toaster after all. Since, you know, it was completely red, like lava, with black numbers suddenly doing a count down. One thing he was certain; it was not a toaster!
Jumping down as the numbers quickly decreased towards zero, Shinichi ran for his dear life. To be honest, he was too young to die. He still hadn´t reached his goal of being a detective, he couldn´t die yet!
As he dove behind the sofa, an explosion occurred behind him, red pieces flying everywhere through the room. From the top, something fell in front of him, and the child flinched for a second, worried it was the non-toaster. For better, or worse, it was the bread he had hoped to eat, completely black like charcoal.
Carefully, Shinichi looked at the kitchen from his wonderful hiding spot, AKA, his current bed; flinching at the destruction. The non-toaster was a terrible thing; it had even destroyed the window.
Sliding down as he covered himself with the blanket, Shinichi tried to calm his racing heart. He had changed his mind. It was not refreshing at all, if anything, it was terrifying. For the first time, he regretted not going with his parents. No, wait, he did not… He regretted not asking his parents to leave him at some hotel, or even childcare. Because, honestly, staying at Hakase´s had the same heart stopping effect as traveling with his parents.
For a moment, the child actually wondered if he would make it alive until the end of the week.
A/N: This probably with have at least 3 more. So... see you next year XD
