In which Kudo Shinichi can't find a decent shirt to save his life, wardrobe calamity ensues on his quest to unravel the mysterious fate of his missing dress shirts and a certain strawberry blonde's hastiness to deny any sort of involvement on the matter instantly deems her as Suspect Numero Uno(or: he's half naked, she's flustering hot and the goddamned phone won't shut up)—Shinshi

Her brows arch in disbelief, a meaningful look thrown his way. "Jeez, Kudo. You don't have to put yourself between a bullet and me to prove that chivalry isn't dead yet." [Shinichi / Shiho] [ConAi]

Apparently, he reminded her of platypuses and a Rubik's cube. She was halfway around the world and he never thought he'd look back on the days when they argued until the cows came home with this kind of longing.

"I think that raises more questions than it answers." / "Such as what?" / "Why send a card? Why does it tell you where the murders would take place? Why does it have to be Edgar Allan Poe?" - Fits with September Summers universe. Conan/Ai. Shounen Tanteidan.

-HIATUS- AU. The black organisation has ruined Shinichi's life and not only his... What will happen if someone else that has been hurt by the organisation shows up? Can four teenagers manage to deal with it and make it fall? Small chapter update.

Sometimes, one decision can change your whole outlook on life. Post the takedown of the Organization, Conan learns to grow up a second time...and discovers what really matters in life.