Well, here we are. My first Detective Conan fanfiction. It took me five minutes to write because I got hit by a rabid plot bunny. I really hope you like it.
Disclaimer: If I could steal it, own it, and call it my 'Precious', I would. But sadly, that is not the case. Detective Conan belongs to Gosho Aoyama.
Kudo Shinichi writhed inwardly.
He didn't understand how this could be so difficult.
As a teenager, he'd been a star detective, and adulthood had only increased his deductive prowess.
He'd spent months upon months in the body of a seven-year-old boy.
He'd faced off against the Black Organization, and come out unscathed.
He'd proposed to Ran, the love of his life; and, despite his mystery geek ways, she'd accepted happily.
He had seen countless gruesome murders, psychotic villains, and questionable corpses.
He had stared death in the face and laughed.
But this was just too much.
"Daddy, where do babies come from?"
His son looked up at him; wide blue eyes all childish innocence, unaware of his father's inner turmoil.
"Ah…Well, Conan…" He paused and took a deep breath.
"Go ask your mother."
I'm evil, but it's really fun to torture Shinichi. I'm considering making this a little series of drabbles about life with the different characters. Please read and review, I'd really like to hear what you think! Also, if anyone has any ideas for 'life lessons', feel free to make suggestions.