Ch6

"I don't get it," the two detectives' head cocked sideways simultaneously. "That can't be her," they continued their words as though on cue, tilting their heads to the opposite side this time, "I suppose it explains their change in style but…that can't be her date…can it?"

"She's got a tomahawk," Conan raised a questioning brow.

"She's…revealing…" Hattori raised an intrigued brow.

"Her hair is blue," Conan squinted his eyes.

"She's a red-head," Hattori squinted his eyes.

"Oh my god, Ran, what have you gotten yourself into!" Conan gasped.

"Oh my god, Kazuha's date is one tasty looking cookie," Hattori blinked with shock and some unmentionables which made him blush. Then, giving a quick cough, he returned his face to his casual, though his blush remained highlighted upon his cheeks. "I mean…Kazuha, what have you gotten yourself into!" he corrected himself as he cleared his throat.

The two, in their individual hiding spots, could see their targets in speech but specific words escaped them.

(Girl's side)

"Did Hattori-kun actually followed you?" Ran said, keeping her voice contained.

"I haven't seen him but I know he did. I can feel him watching me right now," Kazuha giggled.

"Don't you think you went a bit…overboard with that…hair?" Ran couldn't help but look upon her friend's new fashion statement with astonishment.

"It's just a wig, as if I would actually get my hair done like this," Kazuha rolled her eyes.

"I see…" Ran sweat-dropped.

"Hey, what about you? Who are you trying to impress?"

"Oh be quiet, lets get going, supper first," Ran winked.

Their supper went off rather casually than the two spies had expected. They remained outside the café, one in a coffee shop across the street and the other satisfied his spot on top of a slide in a Macdonald's play house, while they kept an eye on 'their girls'.

Though their spying started off with zealous focus, but the casualness of their supper began to ware them to boredom. 'I guess Ran will be Ran,' Conan sighed and took a bite of his hamburger.

'Now I really don't know why I'm here," Hattori twisted his neck to relieve it of some sores, then took a sip of his coffee.

They didn't know what they were expecting a sense of stupidity dawned upon them in realization of the pathetic ness of their own behavior.

A sight of laughter caught their attention. They appeared timid and shy amongst each other to that moment but now it seemed they had gone hysterical. 'What…What happened?' Heiji jumped forward in an attempt to receive a closer look, but hitting his head upon the window of the café, he was forced back down to his seat in pain.

Conan, like wise, full of curiosity, had glued his face upon the plastic frame of the playhouse for the closest look he could get. Unable to get a view of a satisfactory picture, he dashed out and made his way behind a mailbox, from which gave him full view of the inside. His new clothing and hairstyle that he put on for his watch would have failed miserably, if spotted, due to his suspicious behavior.

The girls had finished their sudden spasm of hysteria and now was back talking. However, the way they talked was different, odd, "signaling". Was it just their imagination? It couldn't be…

Then, a wink was seen from the blue haired girl before she stood and walked to an end of the restaurant. The eyes of the two detectives followed her strictly, then seeing her enter through a door which wrote "women" they returned their eyes upon the one that remained.

Two or three minutes passed of nothingness. Just Ran, known by one of the two, was finishing up the last bit of her evening meal. Once she had finished, she checked her watch, then taking a quick look around, made her way to the washroom.

Two minutes passed, no sign of them appeared. Three minutes, still none, forth and fifth, imagination began to form within the two's mind. Something peculiar had caught their eye upon the 6th minute of their wait. A man, standing outside of the washroom door, knocked a few times upon the door beside the one that the girls had gone in, which wrote the words, "men". A few seconds later, another man came out and with an apologetic gesture, bowed to the waiting man as they switched in.

"WHAT!" a simultaneous exclamation erupted from the two's mouth, "If I just saw what I think I saw,' Conan thought. '…Then that means that each washroom should only have a one man capacity.' Heiji finished.

Watches were immediately raised to both's eyes, 8 minutes has passed. Nervous curiosity grew to agitated frustration. Perhaps if Heiji wasn't so caught up in his own thoughts, he would have noticed a familiar looking boy that paced back and forth, by the mailbox across the street a short angle to the right, but one could say, love blinds the eyes.

It was a whole 15minutes before the girls finally reappeared within their sights again. Ran, as she came out, fixed her top with a giggle to her date, and Kazuha, straightening her posture and licking the top of her lips, giggled likewise and made their way to the register where they paid.

Conan staggered his way to the side of the restaurant and leaned against the wall for help in supporting himself, for his legs were found insufficient for the task, and Hattori held a hand to his mouth after nearly spitting his coffee out and forced his drink down with a few coughs to follow. Innocence of mind was now impossible to be sanctioned, all evidence lead out to one outcome.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

"Sex," Haibara said with a lecturing voice, "throughout the years, it has been reduced from acknowledgement of matrimonial rights to a simple physical difference of the human anatomy."

The old man who sat across from her grumbled unhappily but kept his silence. "Being an elderly that you are, it is perhaps hard for you to comprehend, but whether you wish for it to be there or not, it will remain in its place. When you consider the fact that 1 in 10 men are either gay or have aids, that is a very large probability," she continued.

"But I still don't have to like it," the old man muttered.

"No, indeed you do not," the small girl answered calmly, "But she would have had to come clean soon and what better day is it to than the start of spring, the season of love."

"But never in my life did I expect that Ran-kun was…"

"Ran-san is doing what she…wants…and frankly, I encourage her in every perspective to…(gives a bit of thought) drag him to the end," a swift, amused smile crossed her face but dispersed as quickly as it formed.

The old man raised a brow to her thought in her words. "You mean her?" he corrected.

"Yes…" Ai replied, avoiding eye contact, "her…how…foolish of me."

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

"Bartender!" the drunken call of an old detective roared angrily through the crowed, "Bartender!" he yelled again.

"I think you've had enough for tonight Mouri-san," the waiter said with concern.

"You don't know me," the old man said, barely able keep himself sitting on the stool.

"Did something happen at home?" the waiter said, secretly switching his alcohol to ginger-ale.

Kogorou took it and chugged it down without the slightest realization to the alteration of its content and demanded for another. "Why do people fight god?" he said emotionally, "Why can't they just be happy with life as its meant to and has been for so many centuries?" The bartender merely gave a shrug at such a random topic but held a smile for he has seen too many drunks to know what would happen if their mood turns to a fighter's anger.

"Hey boy, (squints his eyes at the name tag) Jo…o..sh…" Kogorou reached over and grabbed the waiter and pulled him in, "You aren't gay are you?" he asked most seriously.

The waiter sweat dropped and assured him that he wasn't. "That's good, you're (hic-up) a good boy, you're a good bastard of a guy. I like you" he said, full of drunkenness.

"My daughter (hic-up)," he said after a short sway, "tells me that she's gay yesterday and runs off to Shizuoka."

"I see…" the topic was growing more and more awkward but it seemed to catch full interest of his bartender, both by its strangeness and amusingness.

"Come closer," Kogorou waved to him for him to lend him his ear as the old detective lowered his voice to a whisper, "Just between you and me, I think my wife is gay too."

'Man, the things I hear,' thought Josh, sweat-dropping on the excess information he was receiving from the drunken old man.

"Maybe I'll turn gay and be 'happy' like the rest of them," Kogorou growled.

"Shizuoka, isn't that the place where they just legalized gay marriages?" said the waiter. Immediately realizing the full extent of what he had done, he immediately put his hands to his mouth but it was too late. The words had already gone into the drunk-man's ears.

Kogorou sat with an unexplainable look on his face of shock, dazed, confused, dizzy, and so much more. "THAT'S IT!" he exclaimed in a sudden inpulse, "I DON'T CARE ANY MORE, SHE'S GAY, HIS GAY, WE'RE ALL FROM URGAY!" With that final sentence, he swayed himself out the door after dropping a handful of cash upon the counter.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Though the two young detectives had managed to follow their targets for the entire night, there was one place where they just couldn't set foot in or at least one of them couldn't.

'I suppose I should have seen this coming,' Conan thought to himself.

'They were bound to end up in a place like this sooner or later,' Heiji gave a sigh as he took a seat in a diner where he prepared himself for another long wait.

'Gay bar…' Conan shook his head and took a seat at a nearby bus station.

Hattori tried to keep himself calm but his curiosity took the better of him after no more than five minutes. "Damn it, I have to know what's going on!" he said, slamming his fist upon the table.

Conan sat with his hands behind his head and feet dangling off the bench of the bus station. 'damn it I want to know what's going on!' he thought as he seldom stayed in the same position for any amount of time. His thumbs fidgeted under his hair and his body twisted back and forth, his very figure illuminated unsettlement.

As though he didn't have enough to think about as it was, his mind was sent on an even more rapid spiral as something else entered his vision. 'Could that be…' he squinted his eyes, 'Holy crap, it is!' he confirmed upon closer inspection. The great detective of the west, Hattori Heiji, made his way in to the bar after looking both sides, making sure no one he knew was near by. Unfortunately, he failed to spot the one person that knew him best, his rival, Edogaway Conan, who's jaw had dropped to the ground with shock of such unexpected show.

'What the hell, first Ran, and now Hattori, did I miss something throughout these years? Was there some homosexual circle that I didn't know about?' "God damn it, my head hurts now!" he exclaimed, fussing his hair violently.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Hattori pushed through the crowd and made his way to the middle of the bar. The smell of alcohol mixed with heavy perfume and deodorizer filled the air; an atmosphere the boy did not find enjoyable. He could see his presence wasn't unnoticed. There were nods made to him from various parts of the room, and on some where he actually met eyes with the nodder, he was sure to receive a wink. He dared not speak to anyone as he continued to push his way toward the counter. He could swear that as he did, someone touched his butt.

Turning back, he did not see anyone of particular suspicion so he ignored the violation. A sudden bump forced him to stop his steps. "I'm sorry about that," he said immediately after the encounter.

"Sorry, I wasn't looking at where I was headed," came a reply; a girl's voice. How relieved was he.

As he took view of the girl, a sudden realization held his words of further apology back. 'It's Kazuha's date!' he jumped, 'crap, Kazuha's gotta be close by then. I can't let her see me.'

The girl rose again from her bow, but as her eyes scrolled up to his face, they seemed to pop with surprise before they quickly fell back to the ground. "Sorry for my intrusion," said she, and walked passed him as though she couldn't walk away from him fast enough. That was just fine for the teen, for he did not wish to stay too long near her as well in fear of being spotted by 'you know who'.

He watched the girl make her way to a corner of the room. Making his way to the same direction, he spotted their table and took a seat in another where he sat with his back turned to them, using the backrest of the bench as his concealment. He could see them laugh as they chatted in their seats. 'Damn it, I'm as close as I can get and I still can't hear them.' He growled in his mind as he seeked for a better seat.

OOOOOOOOOOOOO

"He actually followed us in?" Kazuha laughed.

"Yeah, I saw him just now when I bumped into him," replied her partner in crime.

"I thought we should come here just for the sake of coming here and didn't intend to stay that long,"

"Since he did come, I think I have an idea," a sinister smirk rose upon Ran's face as she raised a hand for the waiter.

End…

Been…couple month since I updated this lol. Hope you guys are still hanging in there! For the record, if the stories are not removed from my list, I am planning to finish them, which means I am planning to finish this haha. So keep reading cause I'll keep writing.

Reviews:

Koru-Chan: lol, straight is good, straight is good…not that I have a problem with curved people..or even circular lol.

Bella1893: lol, I got that character from miss congeniality. I always find those characters funny.

Um Anonymous: Super glue huh…and people say skin products aren't that unhealthy.

Reader: Thank you

Melancholy Wife: Guess I made you wait…a bit…I dunno, I'm still thinking of how to end this. I sort of have an idea in my head but making things tie in with it hasn't been all that easy haha.

Colormyworld: and so, after about half a year, I bring you this chapter lol.