Chapter 3: The Mansion
Conan and Mitsuhiko stood at the gate of Conan's mansion looking upward at it. Conan had a shiver run down his spine. At his height, even his own mansion looked scary at the night. All of a sudden a lightning bolt shot down from the sky and then disappeared as it started to slowly begin to rain. Conan was so frightened and how fast that lightning bolt came he quickly grabbed and squeezed Mitsuhiko's hand. Conan and Mitsuhiko both looked down to see Conan holding Mitsuhiko's hand and Conan quickly pulled it away.
"Mitsuhiko, I am so sorry. I didn't mean...", Conan was stopped in the middle of his sentence.
"Its ok Conan, it was nice to know you even get scared sometimes.", Mitsuhiko gave Conan a smile and looked back at the mansion.
The mansion was a very nice thing to look at but they needed to get inside before they got drenched in water. Mitsuhiko sighed and began to climb the right side of the gate that was at the entrance since it was locked. All of a sudden the left side of the gate opened and Mitsuhiko saw Conan walk through.
"How did you get the gate open?!", Mitsuhiko did not know how he did that.
Conan already had a key to the lock since the mansion was his and he always put the lock on while he was away for lengthy times but he always kept the key with him. Conan had forgotten that he was only a child and that he wasn't supposed to have something like a key to the front door.
"Umm, uh, well I came earlier. I jumped the fence and went exploring the house. I found a bunch of old keys and one that looked decently new and I thought it must have been the one to the gate.", Conan sighed in relief that he thought his cover was almost blown.
Mitsuhiko looked at Conan and guess his story checked out. Mitsuhiko climbed down from the gate side that he was on and walked through the left side. The two walked up to the door and opened as it was already unlocked by the same key Conan had for the gate. The two walked inside and Conan unbuttoned his blue vest and the blue sweatshirt he was wearing revealing parts of his most commonly worn attire. Mitsuhiko was still looking around at the insides of the mansion's front gawking at the amazing elegance of it all.
"Conan look at how amazing all of this is!", Mitsuhiko kept looking around at all of it smiling like a child would.
Conan looking at all of the amazing pieces of art that were around his mansion. "Yea my dad... I, I MEAN THE OWNER. Ya the owner was supposed to be a real collector of things around the world.", Conan's heart was still beating like crazy as he just barely got away with that one but Mitsuhiko was too busy picky a picture off the wall that looked really valuable.
"Hey Conan look at this one, it looks funny.", Mitsuhiko laughed.
Conan was wondering what he was talking about since he didn't see what Mitsuhiko was doing while he was drying his hair off since all the rain outside.
"What piece are you talking about Mitsuhiko?", Conan asked curiously.
Conan finally got Mitsuhiko in his sight and saw what painting it was. Conan began to run towards Mitsuhiko wanting to get the painting out of his hands.
"PUT THAT DOWN MITSUHIKO!", Conan was so scared what might happen to that picture.
Mitsuhiko was confused why Conan was so worried about a picture and while he was wondering why Conan was making such a fuss about it the painting slipped out of Mitsuhiko's hand and fell through a small ventilation shaft on the floor against the wall, Conan stopped and stood there with a fright in his eyes. Mitsuhiko looked at the vent and then looked at Conan.
"Maybe we can still go down there and get it back.", Mitsuhiko spoke with a doubt in his voice.
Soon after Mitsuhiko said that there was a large cracking sound as if wood has just been smashed into a thousand pieces and soon it smelt of burning paint as if the painting itself had been caught in the pilot light of the air condition system. Conan just stood in the same spot until the burning smell subsided.
Conan spoke in a whisper. "Oh no, that was an original.", Conan finally moved.
"Well it least we don't live here otherwise our parents would have killed us. I am sure that that painting wasn't important anyway. It was probably just something that the old owner bought for ¥555.", Mitsuhiko laughed. (¥555 is approximately $5.00 USD)
Conan couldn't believe that just happened but got over it. Conan kept thinking about how that was an original drawing by an artist from the Asuka period. The painting was over 1200 years old. The two forgot about the painting and started walking upstairs toward the double doors at the top of the stairwell. The two finally reached the doors and Conan walked up and opened them revealing a giant bedroom that had a king-sized bed right next to the French windows.
"I found this room earlier when I came here yesterday to check it out first.", Conan smiled as he made sure his excuse sounded convincing. "Come on Mitsuhiko throw your backpack on the bed and let's get over to the kitchen. I found lots of food in the refrigerator yesterday."
Mitsuhiko thought it unnecessary to actually eat but right after he said that his stomach began rumbling and Conan smirked.
"You were saying?"
Mitsuhiko smiled and agreed to eat before they went to bed. Conan led Mitsuhiko out of the bedroom and down the stairs again. Soon Conan came to a hallway with double-door at the end of it. Mitsuhiko's stomach began to rumble again and Mitsuhiko and Conan started racing to the door. Of course Conan being a soccer ace won that race and ran to the fridge. Mitsuhiko caught up with him and watched as Conan opened the door to the fridge revealing perfectly preserved food that hadn't even expired yet.
Conan told Mitsuhiko to go sit down at the dining table which was through a door on the exact opposite side of the one the two had come in. Conan knew that Mitsuhiko was a decent cook but he wasn't going to let a child touch his kitchen supplies. He could have his entire house burnt to a crisp. Conan started to pull out the ingredients that were needed to make Kare Raisu, Conan got a small pot and pan and put it on the stove throwing several oils on it and then some beef and well at many spices to top them all off. Conan let them all sit and then prepared some Yakisoba.
After about 15 minutes or so all the food was ready to be served and the dishes were done. Conan took two of four plates that were to be served and walked through the door and went into the dining room setting the two plates down in front of Mitsuhiko.
"Hey thanks Conan!", Mitsuhiko was happy and hungry but was polite enough to wait for Conan to come back with his plates.
Conan joined Mitsuhiko in the seat next to him and watched him as he starting eating all the food Conan had made at a fast rate. If he ate any faster he would have choked.
"Hey Mitsuhiko you might want to slow down a bit, you might get a heart attack from eating that fast.", Conan laughed and began to eat but still was looking at Mitsuhiko,
Mitsuhiko didn't really mind being watched as he ate. Most of his family watched him eat horribly fast at home as well. Although in public areas he tries to control himself so he doesn't attract much attention. Conan didn't know why but for some reason Mitsuhiko looked sort of cute.
"WHA?!". Conan tipped over his chair and fell straight to the floor.
Mitsuhiko stopped eating his food and asked if Conan was ok. Of course it was nothing compared to what Conan has been through but the cause to why he feel has been the worst thing yet. Conan couldn't believe he had actually thought Mitsuhiko was kind of cute. He had a girlfriend and he said that a boy was cute. Conan didn't know what to think but he moved one seat farther from Mitsuhiko and finished his food there without even glancing at Mitsuhiko.
Both Mitsuhiko and Conan took their plates and placed them into the dishwasher and started it.
"I don't know why Conan but even though this place has some odd things going on its actually pretty nice. I mean we have a fully stocked fridge with electricity and everything. Its just all so odd.", Mitsuhiko looked and Conan waiting for a response.
"Well I have to tell you the truth Mitsuhiko. I actually know the person who owns this mansion. It isn't haunted at all. Have you ever heard of the famous detective Shinichi Kudou?", Conan looked at Mitsuhiko expecting him to be mad for lying but he was actually really excited.
"WOW! This is actually the house that one teenage detective guy I saw on TV about 2 months ago?"
Conan was surprised at how Mitsuhiko reacted. "Yea its his all right, I am a good friend of his and he said I can stay here anytime I like even when he's away.", Conan smirked.
"Wow, he must really like you Conan to trust you that much. I really hope he doesn't mind the painting though.", Mitsuhiko looked back at the vent where the picture feel.
Conan looked at the vent too and then looked at his watch. "I am sure he won't mind he never liked it anyway. Come on we need to get to bed its really getting late, it's already 1 o' clock in the morning."
Conan's time was impeccable for at the very moment the grandfather clock in the front hall had just started chiming noting that it was 1 in the morning. Conan told Mitsuhiko that there are different bedrooms but the king-sized bed is much more comfortable to sleep in than the others. Mitsuhiko agreed as long as Conan stayed with him. Conan was kind of curious why Mitsuhiko wanted to share a bed when Conan could have easily taken a different one but went along with it.
They walked along the hall until they reached the double doors to the bedroom which were closed again.
"Come on Mitsuhiko there is a bathroom in the bedroom we can use. Then we can head to bed."
::Chapter 4: Bed::
Conan and Mitsuhiko stood at the gate of Conan's mansion looking upward at it. Conan had a shiver run down his spine. At his height, even his own mansion looked scary at the night. All of a sudden a lightning bolt shot down from the sky and then disappeared as it started to slowly begin to rain. Conan was so frightened and how fast that lightning bolt came he quickly grabbed and squeezed Mitsuhiko's hand. Conan and Mitsuhiko both looked down to see Conan holding Mitsuhiko's hand and Conan quickly pulled it away.
"Mitsuhiko, I am so sorry. I didn't mean...", Conan was stopped in the middle of his sentence.
"Its ok Conan, it was nice to know you even get scared sometimes.", Mitsuhiko gave Conan a smile and looked back at the mansion.
The mansion was a very nice thing to look at but they needed to get inside before they got drenched in water. Mitsuhiko sighed and began to climb the right side of the gate that was at the entrance since it was locked. All of a sudden the left side of the gate opened and Mitsuhiko saw Conan walk through.
"How did you get the gate open?!", Mitsuhiko did not know how he did that.
Conan already had a key to the lock since the mansion was his and he always put the lock on while he was away for lengthy times but he always kept the key with him. Conan had forgotten that he was only a child and that he wasn't supposed to have something like a key to the front door.
"Umm, uh, well I came earlier. I jumped the fence and went exploring the house. I found a bunch of old keys and one that looked decently new and I thought it must have been the one to the gate.", Conan sighed in relief that he thought his cover was almost blown.
Mitsuhiko looked at Conan and guess his story checked out. Mitsuhiko climbed down from the gate side that he was on and walked through the left side. The two walked up to the door and opened as it was already unlocked by the same key Conan had for the gate. The two walked inside and Conan unbuttoned his blue vest and the blue sweatshirt he was wearing revealing parts of his most commonly worn attire. Mitsuhiko was still looking around at the insides of the mansion's front gawking at the amazing elegance of it all.
"Conan look at how amazing all of this is!", Mitsuhiko kept looking around at all of it smiling like a child would.
Conan looking at all of the amazing pieces of art that were around his mansion. "Yea my dad... I, I MEAN THE OWNER. Ya the owner was supposed to be a real collector of things around the world.", Conan's heart was still beating like crazy as he just barely got away with that one but Mitsuhiko was too busy picky a picture off the wall that looked really valuable.
"Hey Conan look at this one, it looks funny.", Mitsuhiko laughed.
Conan was wondering what he was talking about since he didn't see what Mitsuhiko was doing while he was drying his hair off since all the rain outside.
"What piece are you talking about Mitsuhiko?", Conan asked curiously.
Conan finally got Mitsuhiko in his sight and saw what painting it was. Conan began to run towards Mitsuhiko wanting to get the painting out of his hands.
"PUT THAT DOWN MITSUHIKO!", Conan was so scared what might happen to that picture.
Mitsuhiko was confused why Conan was so worried about a picture and while he was wondering why Conan was making such a fuss about it the painting slipped out of Mitsuhiko's hand and fell through a small ventilation shaft on the floor against the wall, Conan stopped and stood there with a fright in his eyes. Mitsuhiko looked at the vent and then looked at Conan.
"Maybe we can still go down there and get it back.", Mitsuhiko spoke with a doubt in his voice.
Soon after Mitsuhiko said that there was a large cracking sound as if wood has just been smashed into a thousand pieces and soon it smelt of burning paint as if the painting itself had been caught in the pilot light of the air condition system. Conan just stood in the same spot until the burning smell subsided.
Conan spoke in a whisper. "Oh no, that was an original.", Conan finally moved.
"Well it least we don't live here otherwise our parents would have killed us. I am sure that that painting wasn't important anyway. It was probably just something that the old owner bought for ¥555.", Mitsuhiko laughed. (¥555 is approximately $5.00 USD)
Conan couldn't believe that just happened but got over it. Conan kept thinking about how that was an original drawing by an artist from the Asuka period. The painting was over 1200 years old. The two forgot about the painting and started walking upstairs toward the double doors at the top of the stairwell. The two finally reached the doors and Conan walked up and opened them revealing a giant bedroom that had a king-sized bed right next to the French windows.
"I found this room earlier when I came here yesterday to check it out first.", Conan smiled as he made sure his excuse sounded convincing. "Come on Mitsuhiko throw your backpack on the bed and let's get over to the kitchen. I found lots of food in the refrigerator yesterday."
Mitsuhiko thought it unnecessary to actually eat but right after he said that his stomach began rumbling and Conan smirked.
"You were saying?"
Mitsuhiko smiled and agreed to eat before they went to bed. Conan led Mitsuhiko out of the bedroom and down the stairs again. Soon Conan came to a hallway with double-door at the end of it. Mitsuhiko's stomach began to rumble again and Mitsuhiko and Conan started racing to the door. Of course Conan being a soccer ace won that race and ran to the fridge. Mitsuhiko caught up with him and watched as Conan opened the door to the fridge revealing perfectly preserved food that hadn't even expired yet.
Conan told Mitsuhiko to go sit down at the dining table which was through a door on the exact opposite side of the one the two had come in. Conan knew that Mitsuhiko was a decent cook but he wasn't going to let a child touch his kitchen supplies. He could have his entire house burnt to a crisp. Conan started to pull out the ingredients that were needed to make Kare Raisu, Conan got a small pot and pan and put it on the stove throwing several oils on it and then some beef and well at many spices to top them all off. Conan let them all sit and then prepared some Yakisoba.
After about 15 minutes or so all the food was ready to be served and the dishes were done. Conan took two of four plates that were to be served and walked through the door and went into the dining room setting the two plates down in front of Mitsuhiko.
"Hey thanks Conan!", Mitsuhiko was happy and hungry but was polite enough to wait for Conan to come back with his plates.
Conan joined Mitsuhiko in the seat next to him and watched him as he starting eating all the food Conan had made at a fast rate. If he ate any faster he would have choked.
"Hey Mitsuhiko you might want to slow down a bit, you might get a heart attack from eating that fast.", Conan laughed and began to eat but still was looking at Mitsuhiko,
Mitsuhiko didn't really mind being watched as he ate. Most of his family watched him eat horribly fast at home as well. Although in public areas he tries to control himself so he doesn't attract much attention. Conan didn't know why but for some reason Mitsuhiko looked sort of cute.
"WHA?!". Conan tipped over his chair and fell straight to the floor.
Mitsuhiko stopped eating his food and asked if Conan was ok. Of course it was nothing compared to what Conan has been through but the cause to why he feel has been the worst thing yet. Conan couldn't believe he had actually thought Mitsuhiko was kind of cute. He had a girlfriend and he said that a boy was cute. Conan didn't know what to think but he moved one seat farther from Mitsuhiko and finished his food there without even glancing at Mitsuhiko.
Both Mitsuhiko and Conan took their plates and placed them into the dishwasher and started it.
"I don't know why Conan but even though this place has some odd things going on its actually pretty nice. I mean we have a fully stocked fridge with electricity and everything. Its just all so odd.", Mitsuhiko looked and Conan waiting for a response.
"Well I have to tell you the truth Mitsuhiko. I actually know the person who owns this mansion. It isn't haunted at all. Have you ever heard of the famous detective Shinichi Kudou?", Conan looked at Mitsuhiko expecting him to be mad for lying but he was actually really excited.
"WOW! This is actually the house that one teenage detective guy I saw on TV about 2 months ago?"
Conan was surprised at how Mitsuhiko reacted. "Yea its his all right, I am a good friend of his and he said I can stay here anytime I like even when he's away.", Conan smirked.
"Wow, he must really like you Conan to trust you that much. I really hope he doesn't mind the painting though.", Mitsuhiko looked back at the vent where the picture feel.
Conan looked at the vent too and then looked at his watch. "I am sure he won't mind he never liked it anyway. Come on we need to get to bed its really getting late, it's already 1 o' clock in the morning."
Conan's time was impeccable for at the very moment the grandfather clock in the front hall had just started chiming noting that it was 1 in the morning. Conan told Mitsuhiko that there are different bedrooms but the king-sized bed is much more comfortable to sleep in than the others. Mitsuhiko agreed as long as Conan stayed with him. Conan was kind of curious why Mitsuhiko wanted to share a bed when Conan could have easily taken a different one but went along with it.
They walked along the hall until they reached the double doors to the bedroom which were closed again.
"Come on Mitsuhiko there is a bathroom in the bedroom we can use. Then we can head to bed."
::Chapter 4: Bed::