How Old Are You?

"Speeches"

'thoughts'

"How old are you?" Conan peeped his head up from the sofa ledge and asked the girl behind.

"153," replied the girl, calmly taking a sip from her coffee mug.

"I'm serious, you came fro this long and you still haven't told me your age," the tiny boy grunted.

"and I…" She said, not even giving a flinch nor a look from the contents of her magazine.

"The world's oldest living person recorded 109years old, I know you're lying," Conan pouted, growing a little agitated.

"You're the detective," she answered, "Deduce it!"

"You know I can't," Conan crescent his eyes.

"Alright fine, I'm 6," she chuckled.

"heh…heh… funny… now how old were you before you got shrunk,"

"the same age you were,"

"Really?"

"no."

"Then what's it to you?"

"Just want to know."

"and I told you 153, why doesn't that satisfy you?"

"because I know its false."

"then believe that it's true and it will be true,"

"Don't play around with me and tell me!"

"Alright, it's 24,"

"You're lying,"

"What if I am?"

Grunts

"give it up already Kudou-kun, you won't get any answers from me, you might as well be guessing random numbers," she answered growing annoyed.

Later That night

(Conan slept over)

A tiny figure walked slowly down the halls, careful not to wake up the sleeping two. He checked his watch: 3:30am. He could hear the snoring of the old man, echoing loudly in the shadowed house. 'Perfect, that snoring should make my sneaking a bit easier.

He sneaked his way into the two's rooms and opened the drawers one by one. 'clothe clothe, Underwear!(oops), clothe, what's this…Ai's items?' he opened it up slowly, there he found a tiny booklet. He used his watch's light as a source to read what it was. 'Birth Certificate' A large evil smile crossed his head.

"Don't touch that!" A whisper came from behind.

His back jolted straight as he turned his head in a slow mechanical fashion back, expecting to see an angry face of a girl.

"that's experimental chemicals…zzz" Ai rolled over.

Conan wiped the sweat from his forehead and opened the booklet. "Gotcha" he whispered toward the sleeping Ai, "You're…!"

Next Day

Ai rubbed her eyes as she made her way down to the kitchen with a yawn. Conan was already up and seeing her, gave her an uneasy smile.

"Morning Kudou-kun," she greeted with a smile.

"M..m..morning," he answered, still faking his smile.

"Something wrong?" Ai asked.

"Oh, nothing is wrong! What could be wrong? It's a great day, nothing's wrong! Infact, it's such a great day, I think I'll go back to Ran's place and uhh..drag old man Mouri out for an exercise!" With that, he dashed out the front door.

The boy walked in silence down the early morning road. Looking back hesitantly at the house he just left.

Birth Certificate

Name: Miyano Shiho

Father: Gin Miyano

Mother: Heather Vermouth

Born: April 1 1959

Thinking back, he gave a little shudder and shook tried to shake the memory from his head.

Back in the House

The professor stumbled his way down the hall way, hearing the sound of the early morning bacon, singing his sizzling song in he frying pan. Noticing the smile upon the young girls lips, he asked, "Something good happened today?"

"Conan learned what my age was," she answered with a little giggle in the end.

"and…"

"that's all," she replied with another giggle, "Common, breakfast is ready,"

"Great!" the professor sat down at the table to wait for the arrival of his meal.

"I bet his as…hyped up as you," she laughed. 'Although it probably won't take him long before he realize that it was a fake'

The professor gave her a confused look but dismissed it, smelling the fragrance of the food in his plate.

The End…