-Ichigo 100 Detective Conan crossover-

It was just a coincidence this time; it really was, but a great coincidence. He'd been filming scenes in the park, for the heck of it, when a girl around his age walked by, a boy about eight or nine chasing after her.

"---neechan—!" he called, hastily pushing up his glasses as he ran.

"I said no, Conan!"

He was filming it already, getting a close-up of her face, her eyes flashing brilliantly in her anger and brushing back her long hair quickly, to keep it from being whipped into her face by the wind.

"It's not even that far!"

"I'm not letting you go all the way to Osaka to visit Heiji by yourself! And, yes, Conan it is that far!"

"It's not like I'm going all the way to America!"

"That's not the point! You still can't go!" She stopped and turned, making the boy stop short. There was a gust of wind and her hair covered her face, and her skirt blew up slightly.

He turned the camera to focus on the boy, to film the dejected look that flitted across his face. But suddenly a realization seemed to come over him, and his eyes hardened, and he seemed to become more mature. His voice lost its whining tone, and when he spoke it was in a voice that was more knowledgeable than it should have been. It was not the voice of an eight-year-old, who was trying to appear older and smarter, but of someone who knew. "Ran," he said, once.

The girl's anger seemed to be zapped from her, and she was looking at him now with curious eyes, as he turned the camera to her, then back to the boy. But that look he had had was gone, and he was grinning broadly, almost falsely. "You're right, Ran-neechan! I can't go all the way to Osaka by myself!" he almost seemed too childish, from how he had been whining before, and the sudden mood swings. Mood swing? Maybe he hadn't really seen that look he'd thought he'd seen before.

"Huh?" The girl seemed almost as confused as he was. The boy ran forward, and took his sister's hand in both of his.

"C'mon, lets go home now, Ran-neechan!" he had turned her around, and then began running, dropping her hand. "I'll race you!"

She stood there, confused for a moment, before, "Conan!" she ran after him, rounding a corner and chasing the sound of his giggles.

Manaka rewound the tape, and paused it as the serious look passed over "Conan"s face. "See!" he crowed to Toujo, "See! That's a much too serious look for a kid his age to have! And it's been bugging me!"

Toujo tilted her head, and seemed to be thinking about it. "Maybe," she said smiling, "he's really an adult, but was forced somehow into a child-like state."

Manaka grinned back at her for her joke, "That sounds like one of your novel ideas."

They laughed for a moment, and Manaka turned off the TV, putting it out of his mind.

Several blocks away, the child who was not a child sneezed.

"You're not getting a cold, are you, Conan?"

Conan shook his head, "Maybe someone's talking about me…?"

Ran smiled at him, and turned back into the kitchen,

'Haa…' he sighed mentally to himself, 'I just hope it's not those guys in black who were trailing us today…'

-Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle Detective Conan Crossover-

"Kyaaaaaa!"

"Sakura-hime!" Syaoran jumped over, bounding off a tree and catching her in his arms, before landing.

Fye clapped his hands and made a whistling noise, before waving at the brunette. "Good catch, Syaoran!"

"Either learn to whistle or stop making whistling sounds with your mouth!" Kurogane snapped, pulling himself out of the bushes, Mokona sitting happily on top of his head.

"Ah…who…are you guys?"

Their heads snapped over to the sound of the voice, and found a little girl. Her hair was pulled back by a hair band, and her blue eyes were wide and curious. She took a step back, cautious.

Syaoran came over to her, quickly, startling her so that she nearly fell backwards. "We are travelers," he told her, giving her a disarming smile, "And we are looking for something. Do you think you could help us find it?"

"Ano…what does it look like?"

"A very pretty white feather with a design on it," he told her.

"Um…" she reached in and pulled something out of her pocket; it was the feather. "Is this it?" she asked.

"Yes!" He grinned, broadly.

"It is very pretty," she said, "but, when I have it with me, and am with Conan, a lot more deaths happen. More than what is usual to follow him around."

"A shinigami?" Kurogane asked.

Ayumi shook her head, "I don't know, but when something happens, Conan's always there to solve the cases, weather it's a murder or the neighborhood cat that's missing. He's very smart."

"What's your name?" Sakura asked, sliding up beside Syaoran.

"Ayumi," she answers, running a finger across the feather, feeling its softness.

"May we have that feather, Ayumi-chan?"

She nods, and hands it to Syaoran. "Conan-kun doesn't feel very good around it either, plus because of all of these cases, he's been really tired lately."

"Thank you, Ayumi-chan," he said, and allows the feather to disappear into Sakura. She passes out nearly immediately, and falls into his arms.

"Ah! Is Onee-chan alright?" Ayumi asked worriedly.

"Yeah," Fye said, looking over Syaoran's shoulder at the sleeping girl, "She falls asleep every time we find a feather."

"But where did it go? Are you a magician?"

Fye smiles at her, "Yes!" he said, and they took a few steps back, and Mokona hovers above them, mouth growing wider to suck them all in. They made sure to hold onto each other, so as not to get separated again.

"Sugoi…" she whispered, astonished, as the wind whips the hair into her face. "Ah! What are Oniisans and Oneechan's names!"

"Fye!"

"Kurogane,"

"She's Sakura! He's Mokona, and I'm Syaoran!"

"Will I ever see you all again?"

Syaoran smiles at her, "I hope so!" With his free hand, he pulls his goggles over his head and throws them to her, as they begin to hover. "In exchange for the feather!" he calls, "and so you'll always remember us!"

Ayumi catches it, and holds the worn pair of goggles to her chest, protectively. "Thank you!" As she began waving to them, and them back, she slips Syaoran's goggles over her head, so they rest around her neck. They're too big, but on her they're cute. They disappeared, and Ayumi looked after where they had disappeared, smiling.

Yoshida Ayumi wore those goggles as an accessory until well into college. Afterwards, she still held on to them, and they decorated her shelf for the rest of her life.