Going Through the Motions - Orange Juice
There was a problem. Not a huge one in the face of everything that was going one, but still.
He needed to go to the bathroom. Badly.
Damn him and his tiny kid bladder. It was all good and well when using the bathroom as an excuse to get away from whatever situation he found himself in that urged him to flee as quickly as possible like he had done so many times, but right now that he really needed to go, it was far less fun. He was not a kid but a grown man for fuck's sake!
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to concentrate on the other cars that speeded alongside them. They were on their way home from a case. A case that had involved, yes, you guessed it right, a lot of water.
Oh, the irony.
He could feel Haibara's eyes on him, but he tried to ignore her stare. Please, he really didn't need that smirk from her. He could already picture the look on her face. She would probably use this as revenge for last week when he made fun of her for—
"Kudo-kun," she hissed. "Something wrong?" He turned toward her, trying to keep a blank face. "What? No. Nothing's wrong." She eyed him suspiciously. "Really? You're sweating a little."
Damn it.
"N–no, really, I'm alright."
The look in her eyes told him that she didn't believe him, Haibara was sharp. And damn, did he just stutter? Talk about lame. How long had they to go on, anyway? He tried to concentrate on anything but his pressing need to go to the bathroom. But it was no use. When you don't want to think of something, your mind will go straight to said something. Even his great mind could not prevent that.
Damn, why had the case to be about water? Shit, no thinking about that, either. He shook his head, putting a hand to his forehead, his palm was suspiciously sweaty.
It was just no use, he had to ask how long they still had to go on in this damn car. And why seemed it that they were going so slow? Even on his skateboard, he would probably be faster than this.
"Ran-neechan?" He cringed. His childish voice was really acting up now due to his desperation. "Mh? What is it, Conan-kun?" The pretty girl turned her head to look at him, the question in her eyes. "Erm," he scratched his cheek, feeling them flush. "How long before we get home?"
"Probably an hour, or so." The deep voice of her father answered him.
An hour. A fucking hour. He would not survive that.
And he resented that too besides his too high voice; his too-small frame. It was just not right. Sometimes it felt like he had no control over his body, overlooked its limits, sometimes it just didn't fit. And it was especially in moments like these that he yearned for his old body. Strong and capable. Not weak and small like the one that held him captive right now. However, he had no choice but to make the best out of it. Like he had done so many times since he had shrunk to a snot-nosed brat.
He sighed inwardly. Better get it over with then.
"Can we stop, please? I really need to use the bathroom."
He really shouldn't have had that extra glass of orange juice.
Hello! I'm still alive, uni was just getting really busy (and still is aha).
All the mistakes are mine.
