Title: Exp. 05

Author: Manetsu

Summary: Furred AU: Conan disappeared, but returned a week later with an obviously fake excuse. But what the hell's UP with him now?! He's acting Weird...

Disclaimer: Detective Conan belongs to Gosho Aoyama.

Rating: PG, for General Content.

Notes: 9.12: Has gone weird again after typing up Bryony's Character Sketch. Will Post that in fiction press eventually. In answer to PRIVATE's review: I felt that "Wolf Boy" was rather incriminating, and no I do not wait around for everyone to log off. I don't have that kind of time. Really. By the end of the second paragraph (and if you've read my disclaimers), you should know who the first four are. Next chapter you shall know who the sixth is. Laughs evilly Inspiration: Nothing in particular. 9.13: Not much done. Inspiration: Nothing in particular. 9.14: Forgot to mention this, but last chap was the last of the Reactions sequences. Now the first CheckUp chapter. Inspiration: Julie's Wolf Pack by Jean Craighead George. 9.15: GODDAMMIT!! This is taking absolutely FOREVER! I've decided to include a Consequences chapter to this so it'll be longer. (EDIT: English words will be in bold.)

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9.12-15.04


Conan looked up at the house in front of him resignedly and sighed. Next to him, Daisuke whimpered. The front room was dark, and the beginning of daylight savings time hadn't yet come around. At seven o' clock, the place looked like it was haunted or something.

Conan sighed again before continuing towards the gate, mulling over his thoughts as he went. No, he hadn't outright lied to Ran; but he hadn't really told her the whole truth, either. He had been with Kaito and Akako and "Kari," but not exactly at Kaito's house. Ran was the one who thought he had been there, right?

And his hair did look awesome.

Of, course, technically Kaito hadn't been his relative when he'd come; just recently had Conan realized Kaito even existed. Akako said that Kaito's best friend thought she was going to have a heart attack every other day, and she just went to school with him, so that was a taken truth.

They had purposefully put shiny golden stuff in his eyes (courtesy of Kaito's magic room, which Akako wasn't allowed to see.), so they would come out the right color; and even Kaito wasn't sure what it was. He just assured Conan that he'd never let him put explosive powder in his eyes.

The "black demon bunny with wings" comment was from Kaito's friend Hakuba Saguru (the same one from the "Big Creepy Mansion and False Kid" case... what was it called? Oh yeah; Sunset Mansion... Hm. Small world.), who swore that she turned her classmates into rodents and attempted to feed them to her pet.

Okay, so the "Kaito hasn't seen me since I was five" line had been an outright lie, but the only one.

And Daisuke had been created from Shikoku, Akita Inu, Alaskan Malamute and Wolf (though his genes were primarily wolf). He hadn't been created in America, but by someone from America. That counted for something, right?

Yet another sigh. He didn't seem to be any closer to the door.

It started to rain.

Shaking his head, Conan firmly told his conscious to shut up. He walked a little quicker.

What were a few more lies? There wasn't much else he could lie about.


Drip...drip...

He stared at the blood.

Clink.

"This is the last one. You can stop fidgeting."

Drip...drip...

"Ferchrissake's, Haibara, I'm not a goddamned blood bank!"

Ai stared at him. (Let's pretend Ai can speak English. Kay? Kay! Kay.)

"Where'd you learn that ... ah... phrase?"

"Err... Nowhere. Could you finish already?"

"That ... ah... phrase" had been learned in the lab. Charm had taught it to him when he ran out of swearwords for pain. As well as a few others, which shall not be mentioned in this particular story.

Ai looked at him surreptiously for a few more moments before she continued.

"I'll test these tomorrow, after you come back from that appointment of yours. I don't see why you don't just let me check with these samples," she sniffed as she put the last bottle in the temperature-controlled cabinet she had plundered from the main lab. They were currently in the lab Ai used for testing; Conan was sitting on a 2 and a half-foot tall table while Ai was turning the dial on the cabinet to 96 derees farenheit. Daisuke was sleeping on the floor. The large rats in the cages on the low countertops chattered as Agasa opened the sterile metal door.

"Ai, Conan. You've got a phone call from Teiten Elementary."

Hakase's expression was reflected his personality; it seemed as if he was trying to look solemn, perhaps even grave. Unfortunately he was failing miserably, and it looked as if he was trying to conceal a very wide grin and keep from laughing uproariously, while still attempting to hold previous said expressions.

It looked quite odd, to say the least.

"What's up?" asked Conan, with his head cocked to the side as Ai went to take the phone. She pressed the speakerphone button and said, "Hello?"

"Hello, this is the secretary of Teitan Elementary. You would be Haibara Ai, tehn?" said the voice on the phone.

Ai blinked, "Yes..."

"Edogawa Conan is there too, right?"

"Just get to the point."

"Well... Your senpai dragged out an interesting pile of paper out of the recycling bin."

Silence. Ai's eyes widened slightly. Agasa beamed. Conan grinned.

The rats squeaked.

"Hello? Are you there, Miss Haibara?"

"Yes... I'm here..." Ai said quietly.

"Well, you do know that was high school work, right?" the secretary sounded quite excited now. "We'd like to transfer you and Conan to Teitan High."

"W-what?"

"We'd like you to visit the school tomorrow, and think it over over the weekend. We'll take care of the paperwork, of course, and you can visit classes with Mouri Ran so you won't be all alone. How does that sound?"

Conan grabbed the phone from Ai and said, "That'd be great. What should we bring?"

Ai stared at him as the secretary replied perkily, "Just a lunch. You can, of course, just watch for physical education, seeing as you're a little on the ... small... side."

"I think I'd like to participate a little, " said Conan as Ai continued to stare and Daisuke looked up.

"Great! Have Kogoro call us with your decision on Monday!"

"Eh, could I have Ran-neechan call instead? K-Mouri-san might be busy with a case, after all!" said Conan brightly. Ai and Agasa sweat-dropped together. Daisuke snickered unnoticeably.

"Teitan High will expect you at 7:30 tomorrow morning. If you have any questions during your visit, please ask Miss Mouri, or the secretary of Teitan High School! Good night!" And with that, the phone went dead.

Another long silence as interrupted only when the phone started beeping. Conan ran out of the room to put it back, the wide grin still plastered oddly all over his face. Daisuke got up and loped floppily after him, seeing as his small size still slightly hindered his movement. Ai and Agasa were silent for a while.

The rats continued to scuffle about and chatter.

"This is good news, Ai. Now we'll have less of a problem obtaining certain chemicals you might need," Agasa said, glancing at the young scientist standing a few feet from him. "-So why are you so – so – down?"

"That woman from the FBI works there. The English teacher... She'll take me to jail if she finds out."

(A/N: I don't know the details of what happened in Vol. 42, and I have almost no way of finding out. If Jodie does know about Ai, I will not change this. It would be a very big hassle, and it would also seriously affect the plot. So please to not e-mail or flame me demanding me to change this. Also, I am undecided about whether or not Jodie will know about Conan being Shinichi in this, but she probably will. You will know when the time comes.)

Agasa's brow wrinkled in thought. "That could be a potential problem, but only if an organization member were to appear at the school, which we know for almost certain they won't try for a long while..."

"Unless they get desperate."

"At which point we should have a back up plan."

"And what type of brilliant idea for this do you have now? Is it, pray tell, a nuclear weapon disguised as, maybe, a pencil? Or perhaps something bigger?"

"No, Ai, it is something much better and more school appropriate!"

"Dear god."