Hello everybody. Thank you all for the reviews!!!! The story will soon, yes, come to an end (In three or four chapters or so), whether that's good news or not. It's highly possible for me to make a sequel, which I might consider of Ayumi and Haibara teaming up. But before I start a new story, I must finish an old one, agreed? Yeah. So thank you all for the support thus far, and please continue reading until the end!!!

CHAPTER 6

Oh great.

She let her defense go down for a second and this is what happens. She dropped the bag onto the floor and rubbed her chin thoughtfully. Okay. She was tricked. Now what? The shower room was already totally empty so she couldn't ask anybody for help. She couldn't go out with a towel draped around her waist, because that would just be plain stupid and would be digging her own grave. She looked up at the ceiling and sighed. Maybe it would have been smarter to be on time with Kudo at that time after all. Then she frowned.

There was a lizard on the wall. She raised her eyebrows at it as it scampered itself to the mirror and hit itself against it. " Smart." She muttered under its breath. She sighed and turned her attention back to her situation. What was she supposed to do now? She took a brave breath and pushed the door open.

Nobody.

" Hello?" she called out, but was answered by nothing but silence and the echo of her own voice. She took a step out but flinched as she felt a cold air meet her. She stepped back in the cubicle and shut the door quietly. How stupid of her. She totally forgot about the fans found at the changing area. She sighed and dropped down to the floor, the back of her head pressed against the wall. She really wished someone would come and help. She was seriously uncomfortable and was drenched from head-to-toe. And she was cold. If only there was some sort of---

She looked at the dirty clothes.

Oh, Hell no. She thought, shivering at the thought.

She pulled herself together and looked up at the ceiling once more at the lizard who was crawling its way down to the bottom of the mirror until it was out of view.

How bloody long would she have to wait for Kudo to find out that something was wrong, and dare himself to walk into a girl's bathroom? Very. She looked up at the ceiling. Looks like she had to count the tiles of the ceiling until he came after all.

" One---," she muttered. " Two---,"

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Conan drummed his fingers on the table, looking at his watch irritatibly. It was just like Haibara's attitude to keep him waiting for so long. But it was already almost the second whole hour he was waiting for her, and he didn't even see the shadow of her yet. Could something have happened to her? He got up anxiously before considering the situation for a moment. Then he sat down. No, he was being stupid. Nobody beside Ayumi had a grudge against Haibara at the moment, and Ayumi was currently under the care of her mother.

Maybe Haibara was just testing how long it would take for him to finally get up and see what was going on. She had probably even finished her shower extra early to dress up in a disguise or something, and was watching him at the moment. He looked around the café for any curious human beings.

There was an old man in the corner who was either asleep or someone had to call an ambulance, two girls in a corner, giggling as they read some kind of comic, a boy who was studying while eating, a mother and her son and three waiters who were muttering something within themselves.

He smirked and drank his drink. He'll wait.

He'll wait.

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" Three hundred and four---," Haibara muttered tonelessly. " Three hundred and five---three hundred and---," She stopped in mid-sentence, sighing. This was just plain stupid. Not to mention boring. She was actually rather looking forward to going out with Kudo, interested in what kind of movie he would want to watch. Some detective movie, no doubt. She looked at her hands. " Oh, it's all wrinkly." She muttered angrily, rubbing them against the towel.

" Crap." She sighed, patting down her wet hair. " If only---,"

What was that? She swore she heard the door creak open. She raised her eyebrows and got to her feet. All that was between her and outside was a partially opened door, her hand grasped on the handle, trying to look outside. Footsteps quickened outside as something was flung inside. She caught it in mid-air, and she heard the person outside run away as fast as possible. Alarmed, she wrenched the door open.

" Wait!" she yelled as the door slammed behind her.

She glared at the door for a moment before she opened the bag slowly and cautiously.

She peered inside.

Her clothes.

She raised her eyebrows.

Hmm.

Odd.

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Conan glared at the clock. That was it. It was past three hours and he was angry, tired, sleep, vexed, frustrated, desperate, anxious, sad, hurt, guilty, upset, cold, wet, bummed and just plain bloody angry out of his mind. (All of them with many of the same meanings, actually.) He got to his feet, pushing the chair harshly and made his way for the door. It was past three hours already, and at the moment he didn't really give a damn if she came or not.

He was just about to get out when a waiter walked over to him.

" Er---sir?" he whispered timidly.

" Yes?" he answered harshly.

" Would you mind---staying here for another ten minutes? The waiters and I had this bet going on on how long you would wait. I---sort of bet that you would stay until five."

Anger and confusion filled him as he pushed past him and walked out. He wrenched open the door and stomped down the stairs. The waiter whistled, frowning disappointedly as he looked at his watch. " Damn," he muttered. " Looks like he really did wait for a long time for her."

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Haibara was almost running as she pushed open the door to the café. She hoped she didn't make him wait too long. She knew he was extremely patient for somehow who was so short-tempered at the exact same time, but she couldn't take her chances. She peered inside, biting her lip. He wasn't there. She stepped inside, looking at the clock on the wall as she walked onwards.

It was four fifty-three.

" Damn." She muttered.

" He left just a minute ago." Someone said behind her and she spun around. A waiter looked back at her, the menu placed in his hands. She clenched her fists. " Where is he?" she asked.

" I don't know." He said delicately. " He seemed to be rather angry when he left, madam. You could try to catch up, I think you can make it."

She nodded and ran right out.

The waiter watched her leave, a familiar smirk on his face.

" Good luck." He whispered.

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Conan kicked a rock as he walked onwards. Never did he think that Haibara would be this cruel and mean to him. He had half expected her to be outside waiting for him, a smirk on her face, in something that made her look more beautiful than ever, and all his anger would ebb away. But she didn't, and even until now when the school was almost out of view she still was not there, out of sight. It was also impossible that she was in trouble. The thought didn't even cross her mind. It was just impossible, and at that moment he didn't think he would even care if she was.

" Kudo!"

He ignored the familiar voice. Well, here she came when the joke was over. She would grin at his angry face, and he knew he could never stay angry with her. He was too bloody easy to forget his anger around her that it was almost scary. Maybe there was something in APTX that made him like that. He guessed he would have to ask her in the future when he next saw her.

" Kudo!"

Shut up, Haibara. He pounded furiously in his mind. He just wanted to stay angry with her for once. That would stop her teasing and insulting for once. Yes, that was just what he would do.

" SHINICHI!"

What did she just---call him?

He stopped, and spun around, coming face to face with her. She looked as beautiful as ever; sweat dropping down from her forehead, still in her school uniform. But the strangest thing was that there were tears streaming down her face. She was crying. " Haibara." He whispered softly, shock filling him. " I'm sorry," she said out, biting her lip. " I was stuck in something---I just---,"

He smiled softly, and was about to bring her into a hug when he noticed something strange about her. He surveyed her for a moment before grinning at her. She looked surprised. " Nice acting, Haibara." He said. Her eyes widened before she smirked back, wiping the fake tears from her face.

" Thanks." She said, grinning. " But I really was held up. That whole apology was real, but I thought you would soften up and forgive me earlier if I was crying and spilling out my sadness."

" And it worked?" she asked, voice full of sarcasm.

She flinched and sighed.

" Ayumi took away my clothes." She said softly and he felt his anger fade away once again. It took him a solid minute before he realized what she had meant and was trying to say, and his mouth opened and shut in a rather stupid ways eh had to admit. And just stood there, watching the many different reactions of him light up on his handsome face.

" Oh." He said lamely.

" Yeah." She said. " And---I'm sorry."

She bit her lip, looking up at him pitifully.

He glared at her for a moment before sighing, scratching his head. " You have GOT to tell me your secret of making people forgive you that easily." She smirked and patted him on the shoulder. " It's a gift." She said. " Now. What about that movie?" His eyes widened and she raised her eyebrows.

" You really want to go?" he asked.

" No." she said deftly. " I just think that since I made you wait for so long in a useless café I just thought I owed you something."

He rolled his eyes.

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Ayumi smiled as she walked to her room, opening the lock, which held Haibara's clothes. She had kept it in a place that only she could open, and did not tell anybody the locker combination. She smirked softly and flicked open the door. Her eyes widened. It was empty. She blinked. Her hands reached inside unnecessarily, as if she was expecting that it turned invisible over the long hours. But there was nothing. As nothing as plain as the eye could see.

She turned behind her, expecting for someone to come in. Nobody. She sat down on her bed, thinking. It was impossible for Sumiko to do it, because she was with her the whole moment. It was also impossible for Genta, because he was eating or should she say----pigging out at the ice-cream shop. The only one left was---Mitsuhiko. She bit her lip, her nose flared.

Looks like he really was a traitor after all. But she could use that to her own advantage. She walked out, peeking at the three of her friends who were lounging at her living room. Her mother had checked their status and declared them healthy once more, and it was obvious what they were allowed to do. She spotted Mitsuhiko who was staring out of the window.

She raised her eyebrows and walked out, and the three of them automatically turned to her. She took out the book, ignoring them, and the three of them went back to what they were doing just now. Nothing. She had done five steps already, and all she had to do were the last five. What could she do? Suddenly something flickered in her mind. Mitsuhiko looked at her.

There was something strange about that smile of hers.

" Mitsuhiko?" she asked, voice dangerously sweet.

" Yeah?" he asked nervously.

" I have a favour to ask." She said, that strange smile plastered on her lips.

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" You WHAT?"

Haibara smirked and walked onwards, flicking out a photograph. " It's not much," she said simply, looking adorably at the dress in the picture. " I think it would suit me extremely well, don't you think?"

" That does not matter." Conan said through clenched teeth. " The price is almost unspeakable. You can't even look at it, because you would get sight problems with all the bloody zeros inside."

She grinned.

She flicked out her handphone from her pocket, and pressed on a familiar button. The voicing was rather fuzzy, but it was obvious who was speaking and what about.

" Okay," came her voice from the receiver. : But only after you do some things for me."

" What?" Came his desperate reply.

" One," her voice said crisply. " You owe me a dress."

" Okay."

" A good one."

" Yes."

" An expensive one."

" OKAY."

She switched it of and put it back in her pocket. " Any questions?" she asked, enjoying the look of shock on Conan's face. " I suspected that this might happen, so I recorded it into the computer, and used Bluetooth to save it into my handphone. Fantastic thing, technology is." Conan's mouth opened and shut unnecessarily a few times before sulking and glared at her.

" Fine." He said. " But only after everything is over. I need some time to save up too, you know."

" Deal." She said, and turned her heel.

" Where are you going?" he asked.

She raised her eyebrows, looking rather uncomfortable. " I thought you said we were going to watch. A movie." She said.

His eyes widened.

" You really want to see it?" he asked.

" No." she said crisply. " Seeing that I made you wait made me feel rather guilty, and did not wish for you to be sulky for the rest of the day just because I did not fulfill such a small menial task."

He pouted.

Then he smiled.

" Okay." He said cheerfully, then looked down at her school uniform disappointedly.

" What?" she asked.

" Nothing." He said, blushing, taking a step forward.

She smirked at his back. " You expected me to wear something more appealing than my school uniform, didn't you?" she asked, and he stopped to a halt. He turned, blushing furiously. " R---Rubbish." He said angrily. " Come on. The show starts at six." She raised her eyebrows as she struggled to keep up with his fast pace. " And what's the title of the movie?" she asked.

He grinned. " You'll know." He said.

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" Oh, you've SO got to be kidding."

Conan grinned at her, folding his arms, standing below the huge banner above him. It was black and white, a young man with a small moustache across his face, a top hat on his head, a cane on his hand. " Isn't this Hitler?" she asked tonelessly, pursing her lips. She had half-expected him to make her watch some sort of detective story. Not that she would mind, but watching some mutated form of Hitler was far more than stupid as it was.

" Hitler?" he asked, confused. Then he stopped. " Haibara---," he droned on, staring at her wirily. " That's Charlie Chaplin."

" Charlie what?"

" Chaplin."

She bit her lip thoughtfully. She remembered Gin telling her about something like this, but she didn't agree to watch it with him. His eyes widened, his hands falling from their previous fold. " Don't tell me you never watched Charlie Chaplin before." He said suspiciously, taking a step closer to her.

" No." she said flatly. " As a matter-of-fact I haven't. When have you?"

" I liked it for a very long time, actually." He said, grinning. " But I stopped every since I shrunk, because I couldn't get my hands on the tapes once more. Then I saw an advertisement about it showing here today, so I wanted to bring you along!" She rubbed her chin, taking another look at the black-and-white picture before her. It seemed a lot less intimidating than it did before. She sighed and turned to Conan, who was watching her nervously.

" What genre is it?" she asked.

" Humor." He said, relieved that she was at least considering it.

She watched him for a moment. He was looking more hopeful and eager than he did previously, and she had to admit that she was looking forward to seeing that expression turn into depression. But what the Hell, she already tortured him enough for the day, might as well let him have his fun.

" Okay." She said simply.

He grinned.

" Really?" he asked.

" No." she said. " I was just kidding."

Ignoring that, he turned his heel to buy the tickets. She smirked softly, stepping backwards to lean against the pillar behind her. It indeed was a warm day. Almost made her look forward to the movie they were going to watch inside a cold theatre, eating popcorn and sipping a cool drink.

Ayumi watched her, frowning. She knew that she had asked Mitsuhiko to carry out the sixth step. Indeed she did. But unable to just stay at home, she ran out to look for them, and it was merely good luck that she spotted Haibara leaning against a pillar outside a movie theatre. Lucky for her. She looked at the theatre. It seemed to be pretty run down. Most likely to be----

She stopped.

Something clicked in her mind.

She grinned.

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" HACHOO!"

The counter lady looked at Conan.

" Flu?" she asked.

" No." he said, wiping his nose.

END OF CHAPTER 6

Yeah!!! The end of a tiring chapter!!!! How are all of you? But enough of the small talk, what did you think of the story? Can you guess what Ayumi's about to do next? See how good your imagination is!!! Thank you for the reviews!!! I'll be as quick as I can to update to chapter 7!!!!