CHAPTER 4- Unfair

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"That was unfair."

Conan and Ryuu were back in their rooms. Classes had finally finished and they had eaten their dinner in the Great Hall. The hall was amazingly cleaned in a short period of time and when they entered, the entire place was spotless. Even the food on the wallpaper was wiped clean. It was as though the food fight never happened in the first place.

Conan placed his books on his dresser and turned to face Ryuu who had flopped on his bed the moment they entered. "It's unfair," Conan repeated, "that you didn't get punished as well. You were the one who threw that bowl of mashed potato."

Ryuu flopped on his side and his silver eyes locked with Conan's blue ones. "I am the nephew of the Headmaster," Ryuu said lazily, "That's why we aren't punished. I asked for him to let you go as well. Anyway, it looks like we weren't part of the fight. We were the cleanest among the lot."

Conan sat on his bed and laid back. He didn't bother to argue with Ryuu any longer, knowing that Ryuu would counter them easily. He stared at the high ceiling of their room, thinking about the poor kids who had to clean the Great Hall and their punishment for the entire week. They weren't allowed to be in home clothes for a week which was considered terrible. They couldn't be out of their uniforms even when they sleep. Conan grimaced when he thought about how Genta would shout at him because he wasn't punished as well.

Then Ryuu stood up and went over to his own dresser. Conan watched him as he changed out of the uniform and into his silk pyjamas. Ryuu threw his dirty uniform into the laundry basket and motioned at Conan to do the same. Sighing, Conan changed out of his uniform as well. Realising that he had homework, Conan grabbed his books. Ryuu, noticing, grabbed his books as well and they both headed to the common room.

They dropped into two armchairs and opened their books. Conan decided to start with History. Flipping open the textbook, he sighed. The History teacher was nuts. He gave them a thousand word essay to do about the history of JIS. Conan didn't read about the school and the textbook didn't have anything about them he noticed as he flipped the History book randomly. Conan shut the book, giving up.

Ryuu looked up from his own History book and smirked. "Giving up?" Ryuu asked.

"Yeah," Conan said as he stretched on the armchair. It was comfortable and with the heat of the fire, Conan felt sleepy. "I have no idea about the history of JIS," Conan said.

Laughing softly, Ryuu replied, "I'll tell you about JIS. Afterall, I'm distantly descended from the founder who created the school."

Conan straightened up and Ryuu started, "JIS is considered part of an ancient group of schools that was created by my ancestor. He created the first school in Scotland and soon branches of this kind of schools started all around the world."

"This kind of schools?" Conan asked.

"Independent, elite and follow the Anglo-Saxon way," Ryuu explained, "My ancestor was an ancestor and he build all the schools using Anglo-Saxon's designs. That's why JIS look like a castle and that's why our school is called 'Suspendisse mi Anglo".

Conan chuckled softly, "Japanese Anglo School. Nice."

Ryuu smiled and continued, "JIS is called Japan International School so it doesn't cause too much confusion. I never seen a Japanese who can understand Latin, except for you," Ryuu nodded at Conan. "The school motto practically means bravery and honour before self, which was what one of the great Anglo-Saxon king stresses," Ryuu said.

"Is that enough for you or must I go on?" Ryuu asked Conan.

"You are descended from the founder of this school?" Conan asked, "Why is your name Japanese then?"

"My mom was the descendent," Ryuu answered emotionless, "My dad was a Japanese man. My uncle named me as my father requested before he dumped me here."

Conan's head snapped up. "Dump?" Conan repeated.

Ryuu placed his elbow on the arm of the armchair and carried his head on his hand. He stared into the fire and he said, "My mom left me after I was born, leaving me with my dad. My dad didn't want me so I was left here. I was raised here. The room we are staying in used to be my mom's room before my uncle gave it to me. Since I am schooling here as well, he turned this tower and the East wing into the home of the Phoenix."

Conan nodded, not wanting to say anything. Ryuu just stared into the fire with those cold silver eyes. Conan grimaced inwardly, his heart softened by the boy's life story. Ryuu had it worse than him. Shinichi was left alone in Japan when he was fourteen as his parents wanted to travel. He missed them often but never showed it. He had grown independent. Just like Ryuu. Ryuu was stuck up but that was only his cover. Conan knew that although Ryuu acted uncaring of his parents, he still miss them. What kind of seven year old won't?

Ryuu blinked once and whispered, "You are like me aren't you?"

Conan stared at him in surprise and Ryuu continued, "You were left alone as well and you are independent as well. I can tell."

Conan just nodded. Ryuu whispered, "Don't you miss them?"

Conan just smiled sadly. Of course he missed them but he had grown used to it. He talks to them often on the phone as well so he didn't have it as bad as Ryuu who never received a call in his life. Conan never admitted it but he missed them as well. Sometimes, he wished that they were back home but sometimes, he revelled in living alone. Whenever his parents do visit, he wished that they were gone. His mother was too intimate and his father likes teasing him. Conan sighed, infuriated slightly by the thoughts of his parents.

Ryuu continued, "Life's unfair."

Conan smiled sadly again. Memories of his parents leaving, the Black Organization slipping between his fingers, Ran's tears and Haibara's face flitted through his mind. Conan had always tried to stay positive and focus on his survival and everyone's protection. But in his mind, he couldn't help but agree with Ryuu's words.

Conan leaned back and stared into the fire. "Yeah it is," Conan whispered.

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Done! I know that this chapter don't really make any sense amd it's short as well but I need to write it! I don't want my OC being cast into a bad light all the time! And I also wondered on how Shinichi feels as he was left alone in Japan while his parents went to L.A. It just popped up to me and I have to write it down. Sorry if this chapter is boring to you guys! To make it up, I'll post another chapter as soon as possible! Please read after reviewing!