I just want to make it clear that I actually like Kogoro. He may be a drunken skirt-chasing moron with a temper, but he has his good points.
Still, if someone is angry and then drinks a lot all at once, things like this can happen.
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Chapter 2.
Ran walked in the door and took off her shoes. She regreted setting her parents up. She hadn't thought that they would kiss and make up, but she didn't expect them to throw food and furniture at each other.
I guess this is something I can't just fix. she thought sadly.
She headed for her room, nearly tripping over her father. He was passed out on the floor, surrounded by empty beer cans. For some reason, he had take off his belt and cleared his desk.
Well, I guess with enough beer, anything seems like a good idea.
Still, something didn't seen right. There was something hanging in the air, a bad feeling. Ran briefly wondered what it might be.
Then she saw the blood. It was dry enough that she knew someone had bled on the desk within the last ten minutes.
It wasn't much, only a few smears really. But that wasn't what upset her.
There was a small splash, about an inch across, on the carpet next to the desk. A few more blood spots made a trail to her room. The door was open, and the lights were off.
Cautiously, she approached the dark room, prepared to show this intruder that he had picked the wrong detective agency to rob. A moan from inside stopped her.
"No, please, no more! I'm sorry!"
Conan?
She switched on the light and gasped. She had seen blood, gore, and death, but nothing like this. Nothing that hit her this hard.
Conan was naked on her bed. He was covered in dark purple bruises and welts, some of which were bleeding.
"Conan!" She ran to the bed, embracing him. He cried out, pain racing through him.
"Ran! Ran!" he sobbed into her chest, trying to convince himself she was really here.
"It's okay baby. It's okay. I'm here." she cooed softly, forcing herself not to panic. Conan needed her to be calm, and she had to keep a clear head so she could help him.
Ran picked him up and carried him to the bathroom. He cried and wailed when he saw her father, who was still passed out.
"NO! Please! Don't!" he clung to his nee-chan, trembling.
Ran didn't want to beleave her father did this. Sure, he sometimes hit Conan. And he had been angry and drunk. But still, what could have made him beat a child so badly?
She would deal with it later. Right now Conan was her only concern. He wouldn't let go of her, as if he was afraid she would disappear into thin air.
Opening the medicine cabinet, she searched for something for him. Settling on some children's pain releaver, she shook out two into her palm.
"Here Conan, take these. They'll help." she said, getting him a glass of water. He did as she told him while Ran turned to the bathtub. Turning it on, she felt the water with her hand until it was the cool temperature she was seeking. She knew that warm water would hurt Conan more, and he had already been through enough.
When the tub was full Ran undressed, picked up Conan, and stepped into the bath. She slowly lowered her little brother into the cool water, stopping for a bit whenever he cried out.
"It's alright Conan. It'll be okay." she reasured him.
When they both were settled, Conan on Ran's lap, cuddled against her chest, she started to bathe him. She cupped water in her hand and gently poured it on to Conan's back, washing off the blood. He relaxed after a bit and just enjoyed the sensations of the warm water on his skin and Ran's touch. It felt good. He felt loved and cared for and protected. His nee-chan was here, and she would take care of him.
"Conan," she asked him. "Did dad do this to you?" she already knew the answer, but she needed to be absolutly sure.
Conan whimpered before nodding slowly.
"I...I...couldn't buy him beer. He told me to get some, but I said I couldn't. Then he...he..."
"It's okay. He won't hurt you any more." Ran said as she stood, lifting him up. "Can you stand?"
"I think so." he replied as she set him on his feet. He wobbled a bit before steadying himself.
Ran carefully dried him, then wrapped him in a towel. After putting on her bath robe she carried him to her room and sat on her bed.
"Conan, what dad did to you was wrong. It's not your fault. You didn't do anything. Okay?" she asked him.
He nodded against her.
"And he'll never do this again. I'm going to make sure of that."
Conan didn't respond, instead yawning a little. He was exhausted.
Ran rocked him until he was asleep. She then placed him face down before opening her closet and getting out some clothes and a suitcase. She was about to go to Conan's room to get his clothes when she heard a moan. She thought at first that Conan had woken up, then realized it was her father.
To be continued.