He'd had enough. Crawling out of bed and grabbing his Shinichi cell phone, Conan made his way to the front room to make a call.
Hopefully, it was a step in the right direction.
Yukiko was just finishing lunch with a group of her old colleagues when she received a phone call. At first she had decided to ignore it for the sake of being polite, but after about three solid minutes of her phone vibrating in the side of her purse, she decided picking up the line was the only way this annoyance would stop. She took her phone out to give it a glance, only to be shocked that it was Shinichi of all people repeatedly calling. She stood briskly, startling her group and smiled, "It would seem that I need to take this call, if you'll excuse me for just a moment."
Her colleagues nodded, an old director friend responding with a smile, "Of course, it must be important with how many times your cellphone was going off."
Yukiko nodded, bowing slightly in apology, "I'll be back in just a few minutes." She then made her way out of the room and into the hallway. Taking a quick glance around, she noticed a quiet little side corner and made haste to the spot.
Shinichi never tried to get either of his parent's help if he could help it. The fact he'd called so much within such a short period of time without leaving a message was more than a little alarming. She sighed silently and hit the call button, 'Oh Shin-chan, I hope you're safe.'
Barely a single ring finished before the line was picked up, "Mom?"
Yukiko's heart broke a bit, hearing her son's childish voice quiver, as if he'd been crying-or was at least on the verge of a breakdown, "Oh Shinichi, what's happened?" A quick glance at her watch made her think of the time. She gasped lightly, "Shinichi! It must be 4 in the morning over there!"
Her shrunken son chuckled shakily, "Well, you're not wrong."
Her chest tightened, "What's going on? Is everyone alright?"
He seemed to pause for a bit, as though to collect his thoughts, "I think I'm going crazy. "
Yukiko blinked, of all the things she had expected him to say it certainly wasn't that, "Sh-Shinichi?"
The shrunken teen laughed softly at himself, "Sorry. It's just... d-do you know anyone I could talk to?" His voice faltered near the end, as if he really wasn't sure of what he really wanted to say.
"That's... that's really vague Shinichi."
"I know, and I'm sorry... it's just... I'm getting to the point that I almost want to send out a fake heist note in an attempt to get Kaitou KID to kidnap me- just so i could have someone else to talk to. I don't know what to do anymore."
Shinichi's admission shocked her. Her son was always so sure of himself, even she may have forgotten that he was just a teenage boy, and while she couldn't quite understand his logic in that statement she decided to let it slide. She smiled at herself cynically for what only seemed a moment, until Shinichi's exhausted voice brought her back, "Mom?"
"Shin-chan, it will take me a few days, but I'll arrange something."
There was a pause, "Uhm... alright." He sounded rather confused and taken aback.
Yukiko smiled, "Just leave it to your mother, I'll text you the details soon enough alright? Now try to get some sleep, okay?"
"U-uhn. G'night Yukiko."
"Oyasumi, Shin-chan."
I wrote this in bed on my tablet while using Docs for the first time. I would have uploaded it then, but ffnet wouldn't allow me to sign in for some reason. I'm also doing my best to not have gratuitous Japanese in this story unless it fits in such a way that I can't really avoid it. I'd really appreciate some feedback on the chapter.