Yes I've finished this story. Comments or anything? Oh, and here's a poll: Who wants me to do another fic with Conan and Des-chan? (pokes review button for answering)
Water splashed down into the sink, leaving little round droplets sticking to the smooth white walls. He looked at them curiously, then smiled to himself.
He raised his hands, a conductor ready to begin his performance, and lapsed into the first number.
The droplets shot out of the sink and swam around in the air, getting into line for their first dance. They swirled and twirled and whirled with all their might, beaming arcs of brilliantly colored rainbows down onto the stage, sunlight bouncing off their round faces. The wind joined them in their gaily dance, whisking the drops around in the air. Happy music would be a nice complement to the silent routine, so the little child hummed one to himself. It turned out horribly wrong, though, and he stopped the show, replacing the drops back into the sink, and then turned to leave.
He sat down at the breakfast table, and picked up the newspaper. The headlines screamed their news at him.
"Detective Kirandra found missing!"
He knew, more or less, about what actually had happened to her. He hoped that she would be alright with Akako. Maybe she had forgiven her past rival. Maybe she had not and….he didn't want to think of the other possibilities.
Once again, he had set his world the right way up. Once again he had to take days of sleep out from his schedule. Yawning widely, he threw the paper back onto the table and munched on some toast.
Maybe his life was in fluctuation. Sometimes it was very fast-paced and exciting, and sometimes it was a mundane period of weeks, or days. Of course, the frequent cases would perk him up.
He prodded what the sorceress had called 'Des-chan', and spoke to it.
"Hey, you're not going to sleep again, are you?"
"No. I'm sticking with you as long as you live now. And why do you have such a hectic timetable? I couldn't get any snooze time last night."
He laughed at the voice. "True, I didn't sleep well last night as well."
Ai shuffled down the stairs behind him. "Kudo, who are you talking to?"
"Myself."
Ai walked off quickly, muttering something about the poison's side effects and insanity.
Conan cast his dreamy gaze out the window. He could get used to his current lifestyle, like how he handled in the beginning of his shrunken life.
He wondered how long he would have to wait for another huge event.
I think I forgot something....Oh yeah! OMAKES! Yeah, I know they fail terribly... but then again, that's my point of view. Anyone who doesn't want any more omakes in the next story please tell me via the review or message buttons!