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Good news... I've got at least three other chapters done, just waiting to be typed up... Have also started putting up the illustrations I've done for this fic on my Web Page (cf Profile). More good news: I've finished that fic in French that was keeping me so busy. Bad news is I've started a sequel for that one Xcp It might come around to steal my attention when I need to get started on more new chaps for this fic, but that shouldn't be for a while. :c) Am no longer going to put Disclaimer or Already-mentioned-Character name changes here. (I talk too much already.)

Note for reading: If you are not familiar with the Legend of Zelda -Ocarina of Time- storyline, you might just want to know that Big Bad Ganondorf killed Zelda's father and took over Hyrule for 7 long years, during which time Link, who had only been a boy, was "asleep" in the master sword, which was waiting for him to be grown up enough to wield it.

Anyway, enough of that, Happy New Year and I hope you enjoy the read.
Dagron.
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Chapter 5: Chit chat.

Zelda waited patiently for all the locals to have left the room. As soon as the door had closed behind the bespectacled boy, she counted mentally to three before turning to Impa.
"Now... What happened?!" She demanded of her old nanny.
The sage of shadow didn't even try to deny her understanding of the incident.
The Sheikah woman sighed.
"Sorry. My sage aura slipped..."
"Slipped?" asked Saria, tilting her head to the side.
Impa nodded. "One of the, erm, 'side-effects' of being the sage of wisdom is that when you let your aura slip, it indicates different peoples' relationship to darkness."
Rauru rubbed his chin, pondering.
"So if I understand," he said, "the aura of the sage of shadows highlights people with a connection to darkness by changing the colour of their eyes?"
"In a way..." tempered the mature-aged woman. "The Sheikah red eyes often indicate a life in shadow, punctuated by a loss."
"And violet eyes?" asked Link, who had been strangely quiet until then.
"Difficult to say," she answered. "Unpredictable mostly, often indicates a loss though. The ones you want to be wary of have dark black eyes."
"Why did you ask about violet eyes, Link?" Saria turned her own green eyes towards the youth.
"Kuroba's," he answered, before smiling down at his now smaller friend.
"Well, at least we now know one thing," said Zelda.
Impa turned a quizzical look towards the princess.
"Our magic can work here," she stated.
"You're... Right..." replied Impa, looking thoughtful. "Although it does seem that the Japanese aren't used to magic."
"How come?" questioned Saria.
"They're less resistant to it," the sheikah woman chuckled. "If I'd let my aura really slip, Zelda's eyes would have gone red too."
Link was puzzled by this for a moment. Then he understood.
'Ah, yes. Zelda has lost her father... To Ganondorf.' He tried not to clench his fists too hard. He'd been asleep for those seven long and terrible years. There wasn't much he could do about it.
"Did any of you notice something about the boy with glasses... Conan?" asked Rauru, all of a sudden. Impa, Link and Zelda blinked at him.
"The melody..." said Saria. In front of the other three's renewed blinks, she elaborated.
"Conan and Haibara's voice melodies are weird... More 'Adult'."
Rauru nodded. "That's the impression I had too. They look like children, but somehow, they aren't."
And with this, the sage of light went quiet, while they al waited for what would happen next, and pondered.

Kaito had closed his eyes, waiting for something weird to happen; such as the floor caving in or an instant mini tornado to come swallow him up. He counted mentally to ten, but had already peeked an eye open at eight. He'd felt something start oozing from within his closed fist.
"Y-U-C-K!" he said, flailing his fingers open. A now empty plastic like baglet dropped to the ground as it's gooey red contents continued to ooze in his palm.
"This. Is. So. Gross!" He accentuated each word with a vigorous shake of his offended hand. He decided, with difficulty though, to ignore the giggles that came from behind him. Most of the child brigade had come out to watch him from the garden.
'And the bloody thing didn't even work.' He thought scathingly, darting angry looks up and down the street.
Nope. No Koizumi.
"I said to squeeze, not burst!"
If the children hadn't already squawked, he would have showed them how to. Why couldn't the jolly sorceress go "Pom!" when she appeared out of nowhere, like any descent magical person?!
Kaito breathed in deep.
'Poker Face,' he thought. 'Must not show annoyance.'
"You didn't say how hard not to squeeze. The silly thing's pretty flimsy..." he answered.
"Awh. Don't say that! I put a lot of work into making it," answered the teenage witch. Leaning forward, she added, "I see you're not in your whites."
"Hah! And how did you expect me to give it to him?" Kaito scoffed. "Come on, there are some people inside who are curious about that set of three you mentioned."
'And please,' he added in thought, "don't mention the whites...!'

"Conan..." started Ran.
"Yes?" he answered, trying hard not to accidentally break the cup he was drying. Having tiny hands was not practical when handling a tea towel and a cup.
"What do you think of Kuroba?" she asked.
The little boy frowned as he pondered the question.
"He looks like a very confident show-off!" he said, remembering the juggling episode and the confetti. He had not been impressed.
Ran stifled a laugh. Yes, that did sound like Kuroba. And so like Shinichi...
"He doesn't remind you of anyone?"
Conan didn't even think twice before shaking his head. A definite 'No'. Ran giggled this time.
'So like Shinichi and so like you, Conan,' she thought.
"I wonder what Shinichi would have thought of these 'Hylians'..." she whispered, smiling slightly at the thought.
This made Conan nervous. He quickly put the last cup back on the kitchen surface, before innocently, or so he hoped, announcing he was going to the toilet.
'What was all that about?' he wondered. He sighed. 'Oh Well.'
He closed the bathroom door before pulling out his miniature phone. He wanted to do some background checks, but he couldn't ask the professor without insulting the new comers. As he dialled the number, he sincerely hoped Hattori would be willing to help him out...

The first thing Haibara did when she entered the lab was stare.
She stared to her left. The scorch marks from the two first explosions of the morning were still there, but the plaster had long stopped smouldering.
She stared to her right. The broken glass from the containers the professor had dropped earlier reflected back her face. Their contents had been safely sucked up and put into the chemical bin.
No where did she see the signs of a third explosion.
She reverted to staring at the Professor. Agasa had bustled past her, the two previous explosion marks and the broken glass. He was now fiddling with a video camera and a glass box.
"Yes! It worked!" The moustachioed man crowed. "Third time best!"
Haibara cautiously approached the video screen. The professor was replaying the event.
"What's that?" She asked, watching Agasa's robotic dog throw a spherical object in front of it on the screen. She blinked when he gave the superfluous title, and waited to hear the more simple definition.
"It's a light grenade, a noise grenade and a sleeping gas grenade all in one!"
'I see...' she thought. She smiled. 'So the robotic dog was to test the grenade in safer conditions.'
And she had still been so worried. Gosh. 'He'll never change.' She shook her head in a resigned fashion.
"So you think you've finished for the moment?"
"Yes!" he said, adopting his friendly godfather face.
"Come on..." she said. "Let's tidy up."
Agasa's face reverted to his more natural confused child face.
"Ah... Of course!"