Kokawa Kokone's POV:

It was two days later that Ran, her father and Conan returned from Osaka. I hardly noticed however, as I had recently begun to feel so exhausted that I could hardly offer any signs of friendliness to anyone, which wasn't such a bad thing I guess. I knew that they had come back, but I hadn't intended on visiting them since school was the next day anyway. I had been sitting at a desk in the basement of the Professor's house, pretending to be completely focused on research while I was really staring at the wall mindlessly, when Shiho, or Haibara I guess, walked in.

"Kokawa-san. You have a phone call." Her small, dull voice broke the silence, but hardly broke my gaze. She cleared her throat impatiently after I didn't respond. I blinked a few times before I turned to face her. "Well then? Are you going to come and get it?" She taunted, already heading back upstairs. I guess so, I thought inwardly.

Once I was upstairs, I picked up the receiver and held it to my ear. It took me a minute to realize that I was supposed to say something.

"H-hello?" I muttered cautiously.

"Kokone-chan? Are you alright?" I heard Ran's motherly voice echo in my ear. Not particularly, I thought. Out loud, I said:

"Yeah. Did you need something?" I tried to make myself sound perkier, but it sounded dead to my ears.

"Well, Conan-kun and I just got home with Otou-san…and about an hour later someone delivered something for you." She said in a bit of disbelief.

"A delivery? Is it a box?"

"N-no…they're flowers…" she trailed off. "It doesn't say who it's from, but when I asked the delivery man, he said that someone all the way from Osaka had called in to have them delivered today by the time we got back…" I tried to swallow without success.

"They're from Chiro-kun then?" My voice sounded hopeful, even to my ears. I gripped the phone tighter.

"I'm pretty sure. He also asked for our address while we were there, too. Conan-kun usually isn't wrong about these things…"

"I'll be right there." I interrupted, slamming the receiver down as I hurried to the door, slipping on my shoes. "Oi, I'll be back soon." I called over my shoulder to Haibara, who was reading a fashion magazine.

"Ja ne." She responded simply without looking up.

I basically ran the whole way to the Agency, but when I was about to knock on the door, it opened.

"Ah, Kokone-neechan! I saw you running from the window." Conan smiled innocently. I glared at him.

"Oh you did now…where are the flowers?" I asked, following him inside as I scanned the room. I spotted them lying on the table and nearly dove for them.

It was a very strange bouquet, that much was true. While the individual flowers themselves were beautiful, I had no idea why he chose to arrange them this way.

There were 7 flowers in total, each a different kind. In the middle was a big, beautiful yellow daffodil, surrounded by the other flowers. I instantly recognized all of them without hesitation, but still couldn't figure out the strange combination. There was a simple yet splendid blue bellflower, along with small branch of exquisite forget-me-nots. A stunningly blue hibiscus stood out next to a single, white tulip while white rues blossomed from a twig-like stem. Last but not least, there was a light blue, radiant primrose. Overall, I could see the color scheme was white and blue with a single yellow daffodil in the middle, but the combination of such contrasting flowers still baffled me. I breathed in all their combined scents anyway, feeling myself be lifted for once, as if I were on a high that could only be provided by floral arrangements. Then I remembered.

Had he watched the video? If he hadn't already, then he may never do so…

"Ah, Kokone-chan! I see you found your flowers. Aren't they beautiful? Such a unique arrangement…" she cooed, coming over to inspect the flowers once more.

"Indeed…Some of these flowers don't even grow in the same season as the others…" I commented, completely mystified. Ichiro always had his mysterious ways.

"You noticed that too, Kokone-neechan?" I heard the boy say brightly from my right side. I looked down at him as he continued. "The arrangement is strange, don't you think? I wonder if it has something to do with a code…" he noted out loud, giving me a side glance. All of a sudden I understood, and my cheeks began to burn as I decoded each flower.

Flower language was definitely an interest of mine growing up, as my mother had had a huge, never ending garden in our backyard before my father died. It was one of the only places I had ever seen her happy, where she and my father and I would inspect her work every year after she insisted she was finished with arranging and planting her specimens in unique patterns. After my father was murdered however, she let the flowers die, and soon enough, when I came home from school one day, she had cleaned the whole backyard out, the brown decaying limbs in garbage cans out front to be thrown out.

As I thought through each flower in my head, my heart felt lighter than it had in a while. If I had recalled correctly…

Daffodils meant "the sun always shines when I am with you."

Bellflowers meant "thinking of you."

Forget-me-nots meant "true love."

Hibiscuses meant "rare beauty."

White tulips meant "forgiveness."

Rues meant "regret," or "sorry."

And primrose…what did primrose mean again? I fished my brain for the definition.

"What is it, Kokone-chan?" Ran asked quizzically.

"I…I don't remember what primrose is in flower language." I admitted, looking at the flower as if it could give me some answers.

"Flower language? Oh!" Ran gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "Is that why they're arranged this way?" I nodded. "Hmm…primrose, primrose…" Ran said thoughtfully, thinking to herself.

"Primrose means 'I cannot be without you.' Ne, Kokone-neechan?" I flushed furiously. So this kid knew flower language too?

"Y-yeah…I think so…" I mumbled, looking back all the flowers.

"How sweet!" Ran whined, completely absorbed by the flowers now. "I wish someone would do something like this for me!" I closed my eyes, breathing in once more as I smiled slightly to myself.

"Yep." I said quietly, mostly to myself. "I'm a lucky girl."