File Thirty-Seven: That Weird English Teacher

Kogoro let out a tired sigh, running a hand through his hair as he waited for Ran to come out from the operating room. He had been pacing back and forth in the waiting room, impatiently waiting for a doctor to come out and say to him that the extraction of the bullet had been a success.

Even if he has been told she would be just fine, he wouldn't calm down until then. He was the father, after all.

Yet, it seemed like being her father wasn't enough, huh? Even with years and years of experience of reducing dangerous criminals under his belt, he had done nothing to save her.

In fact, the only reason Ran was safe lied a few feet ahead him, curled on his brother's lap, fast asleep.

"So the brat is out cold, huh?" he commented to Shinichi, whose head instantly snapped up, right at his direction, and hushed him, holding a finger in front of his lips.

"Shh, don't wake him up," he whispered, before gazing down at the slumbering child, his finger brushing some bangs away from his eyes in such an affectionate way that took Kogoro by surprise. "I just got him to sleep."

So even the detective brat has a soft side, huh?

Kogoro was quiet for a second, watching the little boy, who seemed to shiver a bit ─ definitely because how cold it was in the small waiting room ─ for a moment until he sighed, for the eleventh time this day.

Shinichi was shocked to see the older man suddenly taking his jacket off before gently lying it down over the sleeping boy.

"Don't get the wrong idea," he might have stared a bit too long, Shinichi realized. "I just owed the squirt one."

"Is it because he saved Ran?"

"Not only that, he saved me as well," Shinichi was surprised at that. "The kid flew a goddamn helicopter on his own," as the older detective groaned, Shinichi couldn't help but flinch, violently. Luckily for him, though, Kogoro didn't seem to notice. "What kind of eight year-old does that? Who taught him to, anyway?"

Shinichi just laughed awkwardly, pointedly ignoring that last question.

"He always does his best to save everyone, that little idiot," the teen commented, smile vanishing from his features. "It would be nice, though, if he wasn't so hard with himself."

Kogoro couldn't say anything about that, just stepped out so he could be even closer to the door.

If he was being honest, that detective freak puzzled him. For an entire year, he had been forced to hear about Ran complaining about him because he kept disappearing again and again, leaving his little brother alone and worried sick. He had wondered if he actually cared for them at all.

But seeing him watch his brother sleep with those loving eyes, actually staying there and looking genuinely worried for Ran every time he glanced at the doors of the operating room...

Great Detective Mouri Kogoro frowned. There definitely was something fishy about this.

The first thing Ran noticed when she woke up was a light weight right beside her. That was why she turned her head to her side and blinked, tiredly but curiously, at the small, yet a bit blurry still, form beside her.

Once her sight focused on the young boy sleeping on top of her bed, she let a tender smile adorn her face.

"Try to let him sleep a bit longer," a voice she knew since childhood said, causing her to look at the source. "He had a rough night."

"Shinichi?" Ran was a bit more than confused. "What are you doing here?"

Quite honestly, she had expected him to leave as soon as she let her eyes off him. Figured she had been wrong.

"I wanted to make sure everything was okay," he explained. "I'll have to leave soon, though. Probably after your father returns from his bathroom break."

Ran just sighed, tiredly, having already thought he would say that. "When will you come back?"

Shinichi frowned.

"Why are you back?" the young, female voice ran through his head.

Startled by it, Shinichi turned around to see little Sherry standing inside his own bathroom, her gelid gaze piercing through his face. Which was so painfully typical of her.

"I understand that you wanted to see Kudo-kun so badly after hearing that he was in critical condition, but now he is perfectly fine," she continued. "So what are you doing? Why are you going to school as if nothing has happened at all?"

Shinichi stared at his reflexion on the mirror for a moment, before sighing. "Because they are suffering," he confessed, taking the girl aback for a second. "I have hurt them so badly. I... I don't want to see them both like that anymore... That's why, just for a little bit..."

"Idiot," she spatted without hesitation. "Do you prefer seeing them dead?"

"I will be careful! I'm not planning to stay long, anyway," he argued, face going completely solemn. "I will finish everything I have left here..."

"Like asking Mouri-san out?" he should have expected that young girl reading him like a book. "Then what? Are you going to confess your feelings to her?"

"... And what if I do?"

"Best case scenario, she will die," her eyes narrowed. "Otherwise, she will wait. For an undetermined amount of time, maybe forever. Worrying, wondering where you might be. Not knowing a thing about your true nature."

Shinichi didn't reply, just closed his eyes.

"Shinichi-san," she continued. "You and I are fugitives. One wrong step and every single person related to us is going to succumb to a cruel fate. Mouri-san, Kudo-kun, everyone. I know it is hard but-"

"I need to get ready for school," he interrupted her. "You will be late too if you don't hurry, Shiho-chan."

Shiho gave him a blank, unamused look and, probably knowing that there was no way around it, left the bathroom. The teenager followed right after her.

"I don't know," there was a crestfallen look on his eyes as he said that. "To be honest, I don't know if I will be back."

The girl just stared at him for a bit, before she frowned. "But you promised me," her voice raised just enough to get her point across, but low enough not to disturb the sleeping child in the room. "You said you would..."

"I'm sorry, but I don't remember ever saying that to you, Ran."

Ran's eyebrows were brought together, confusion painting her expression. "Then..." before she realized what had happened.

Both teens looked at Conan, in shock for a few seconds, before sighing in unison.

"That kid..." Shinichi pressed a hand to his face, letting out a groan as he imagined how Conan would have said such a thing. A tad dramatic, probably. Terribly cheesy and embarrassing, definitely. "Making things more complicated than they already are..."

"If they are complicated, that's probably because you left me all alone at the restaurant, remember?" Ran huffed irritably. "I know that Conan shouldn't have said all that, but he did it to cheer me up," a brief glare caused Shinichi to actually flinch back. "He wasn't even eight at the time but he did his best, unlike some people."

"Yeah, but he didn't have to do that!" Shinichi argued. "It's not fair."

"What?" then, anger took hold of her expression. "How can you say it isn't fair when you-?!"

"It's not fair to you, Ran."

At his words, Ran paused, completely taken off guard. Feeling completely speechless by that simple sentence, she watched Shinichi's conflicted eyes looking away from hers, fixing in the window beside him, as if it was currently the most interesting thing he had ever seen.

"It wouldn't be fair if I made you wait for so long, when I'm not entirely sure if I will return to you," he hid his hands inside his pocket, in a desperate attempt to hide how tightly they were curling into fists. "Maybe, if you moved on... If you found someone who could actually be there for you... You..."

"Don't decide that for me."

Shinichi blinked, twice, before turning to focus on the girl. She was frowning, lips pressed and something was shining on her eyes, as if she was resolved to do something he had no idea about.

"It wouldn't be fair if you didn't let me choose," she argued. "That's why you haven't been calling me, right? Because you wanted to push me away from your life."

As expected, he didn't reply.

"If I want to wait for you, I will do it. I don't care if you want me or not," she smiled a bit. "Because I know that you will return, no matter how hard you are trying to convince me otherwise right now."

"But, Ran... You don't understand... I..." Shinichi sighed, heavily. "It's dangerous to be involved with me right now."

"Care to elaborate a bit more?" Shinichi's lack of reply was all she needed to know, so she sighed. "I guessed so."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," she declared. "Even if you don't want to say anything, I will still be there. No matter how dangerous it can be. You can't push me away that easily, Shinichi."

The detective looked like he wanted to say something, but didn't find the right words to say. Instead of that, he shook his head. "You fool," he said, with a rather soft voice that did not match his words, a tiny little smile appearing without him noticing.

"I should get going," he said, taking Conan's glasses out his shirt pocket ─ he had taken them off so the boy wouldn't be so uncomfortable ─ before setting them on top of the table next to Ran's bed. "Before that little imp wakes up and tries to chase me down the street on that monstrosity of a skateboard... Or kicks a soccer ball right at my face, that would actually be much worse."

"You're lucky I can't hit you while in a hospital bed," Ran commented, annoyance lacing her voice. "That's the only reason I'm letting you leave right now."

"I'm aware, thank you."

Finally he leaned over Conan who, somehow, had managed to sleep right through the entire conversation. He must be exhausted, Shinichi thought, messing his already sleep-mushed hair more than it already was. He chuckled a bit when he saw Conan's face twisting, mumbling something, incoherently.

It was completely unintelligible, but definitely a complaint of some sort. Shinichi wasn't surprised.

And Ran, who had been watching the interaction between the two brothers, couldn't help but smile brightly. That right there was all proof she needed to say for sure...

Shinichi is definitely going to come back home one day.

"I knew you were bad at games, but, wow," Conan's eyebrow instinctively twitched at the sound of Sonoko's voice. "You are bad, brat."

The child looked away from the bold, red letters that read 'Game Over' in the screen so he could give the older girl a murderous glare. "Give me a break," he snapped. "Like you are better than me."

To be fair, he hadn't played a game in his entire short life until Mitsuhiko and the others had basically forced him to ─ they had been beyond shocked when he told them, even more than the time he had told them he hadn't watched Kamen Yaiba before, before stealing his phone and downloading a game.

"You know it's downright impossible to be worse than this," she motioned to the Pacman game he had just been playing. He hadn't even passed the first stage.

"Well, I wouldn't be this bad if you hadn't dropped my phone before I had the chance to practice. It doesn't work properly anymore, you know."

Actually, the real reason Conan didn't have a phone anymore wasn't Sonoko's fault.

Conan definitely needed to get a new phone.

There was little reason not to, considering the last one had officially died that day at Aquacrystal. Now he had more of a reason to resent the killer ─ not only he had done so much wrong murdering and attacking innocent people, including taking Ran as a hostage, but he also had left him without a phone.

So, for the moment, he had to settle with the stupid looking earring phone Agasa had made, even if Conan had absolutely no clue of why he had made it look like that, considering that he would look pretty weird with these on.

Before Sonoko could say anything in return, they heard Ran giggling. Both of them turned around and saw her looking at the sticker photos they had taken not that long ago. Conan sighed upon the memory of how ridiculous they looked.

These photos were actually the sole reason they had come to this arcade. Sonoko had asked Ran to go, claiming that it was the best opportunity to celebrate her friend's release from the hospital ─ even if Ran highly suspected that Sonoko wanted to take some photos and send them to Kyogoku Makoto, Sonoko's long distance boyfriend.

"Hey, come on!" a female voice exclaimed, in English, causing Sonoko and Ran turn around, shocked.

Conan looked at the two girls, blinking at them for a moment, before glancing at their source of astonishment. A blonde woman, who was probably in her late twenties and definitely foreign, playing a shooting game. He watched her clear the game in a matter of seconds, easily getting a high score.

Amazing, Conan thought to himself, before turning to the girls, whose mouths hang open, before moving closer to the crowd that gathered behind her. But why do Ran-neechan and Sonoko-neechan look that shocked?

"Jodie-sensei!" Ran finally gasped.

"Why are you here, at an arcade?" Sonoko asked, confused.

"Oh, Mouri-san, Suzuki-san!" the woman in question turned around surprised to actually seeing them there.

Conan stared for a bit. This person right there is their teacher?

Jodie seemed to deny it, however, as soon as the people around started to wonder the same thing. As they tried to get away, Conan pulled a bit from the hem of Ran's skirt to gather her attention and asked. She giggled a bit at him, then explained that this person was their new English teacher.

"Japanese games are beautiful and exciting!" her Japanese was kind of lacking, even for a foreigner. It was so broken that the child, for a moment, wondered if she was doing it on purpose. "In America, everyone loves Japanese games! There are always long lines to play arcades there. Sometimes you don't even get to play."

"Well, that's true," Conan shrugged, remembering the long lines he would see when passing by a game center when he was five and getting back home from kindergarten. "Not everyone there loves playing games, though."

"More like not everyone knows how to play a game, huh?" Sonoko teased.

"Leave me alone."

Jodie blinked a bit, confused at his words, until Ran noticed her puzzlement. "Conan-kun here has lived in America for two years or so."

"Ah, is that so, boy?" she smiled, speaking to him in English. "So your name is Conan, isn't it?"

"Yes," he replied easily, in the same language. "My name is Conan Edogawa. Nice to meet you."

"Oh, your English is wonderful, little one!" she exclaimed, overjoyed, before turning to the other two girls. "Maybe you should learn a thing or two from this boy. Especially you, Suzuki-san."

Ran couldn't help but laugh nervously when she saw Conan giving her best friend a smug grin, to which she replied with a groan and a twitch of her eyebrow. Not that she hasn't been looking for it, though.

Jodie then asked them to keep her gaming passion a secret from school, to which they agreed. Before Conan knew what was going on, Ran was competing in a game called Great Fighter Spirit, and was doing pretty good because of her terrific karate skills. At least, until an arrogant player, Bito Kengo, challenged her and swept the floor with her.

Honestly, Conan didn't understand why people thought that actually feeling pain in a fighting game was exciting. Or the fact that this other player wanted Ran's machine, specifically. There wasn't much difference between them, except for the colour of the helmets they were using.

Maybe he prefers pink over blue...? he raised an eyebrow, turning his head towards the screen where a showdown was taking place and away Jodie, who was playing a racing game.

It was Bito against his lifelong rival, Shimizu Takayasu. Bito was winning, punching his opponent again and again without giving him a break. Or so he guessed, because there was no hit-point gauge, making it hard to tell.

Bito's character however stopped moving, right when he was about to defeat his opponent. Time ran out and the match was declared a draw, to everyone's surprise.

Unable to understand the reason, every single person in the arcade looked at the player. One look at him and Conan's face turned in one of horror.

Bito Kengo was dead.

"My name is Jodie Saintemillion," the teacher said, in her characteristically bad Japanese. "It's nice to meet you."

"My name is Juzo Megure," said the inspector, in an equally awful English. "I am a Japanese policeman."

"It's not 'policeman', it's 'policeman'!"

"Oh, 'policeman'?"

"No, no, no. Policeman, okay?"

"P-Policeman?"

Conan couldn't help but blink, cluelessly, as he listened to the ridiculous conversation between the two. I can't really tell the difference, his lip twitched, slightly, as he wondered if his English skills were actually that bad. Well, that's not important... I guess, the child shrugged, moving closer to the body.

It was evident he had been poisoned, so he commented it out loud. "Look," he pointed out. "He looks like he died due to suffocation, but there are no marks on his neck."

Of course, Takagi rushed towards him, raising him on air before setting him back on ground and far away from the corpse. They brushed him off, but at least it got Sonoko thinking.

Silently, Conan was glad that at least she would think twice over the stuff he pointed out.

"But couldn't it have been injected through a needle?" he asked, blinking innocently up at the inspector.

"Wouldn't he have been angry with whoever had done it?" Megure laughed. "Everyone would have noticed him yelling."

Conan hummed. "Would they, really?" he wondered, before turning to Sonoko. "Even if he did, I don't think I would have heard over Sonoko-neechan's loud, annoying voice," he teased. "She usually chatters with Ran-neechan non-stop so that I-"

"Hey, what is that about, shrimp?!" she yelled, angrily.

"There you have it."

"Conan-kun, Sonoko..." Ran tried to get them to stop.

"Well, excuse me," Sonoko barked, completely ignoring her friend's wishes. "Listen, my voice was loud because Ran couldn't hear me over..." she trailed off, eyes widening slightly. "... over the sounds of..." she gasped, realization washing over her. "Inspector!"

Megure flinched, stunned, when her head snapped towards her direction. Sonoko then explained that nobody could have tell if he had been pricked because it was usually loud inside a game center, very dark too. Besides the fact that the victim's limbs had to be bound to the game chair to play.

Conan let out a pleased smile, seeing that the case was going smoothly.

He didn't notice the way Jodie's eyes narrowed, piercing right through his head.

And they didn't leave the little boy's form, not even when he seemed to talk with Sonoko ─ with who she had thought he had a rocky relationship, but now seemed to be nice with each other. She watched through it all.

She saw him pointing out there was a weird, metal scratching sound whenever Dejima Hitoshi walked. He saw him telling the same man that his shoelaces were untied, letting Sonoko see something strange on the sole of his shoe. She also heard him complaining that the game was weird because they didn't have a hit-gauge 'like the game Genta had shown him', he had said. It was confusing, he had added, and very hard to tell who was who.

Then Sonoko had gasped, finally understanding the case. The child's smirk didn't take long to appear thereafter, before whispering something on her ear.

Finally, Jodie watched the girl giving out a perfect deduction. The little boy seemed to be the perfect assistant, telling Takagi and Ran to play the game and giving them the instructions that 'Sonoko-neechan had told him.'

Shimizu was declared guilty not long thereafter.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, as they walked back home late in the night. "That was impressive, Sonoko. Good job!"

"You were really cool!" Ran praised her.

"You were like Kate Martin."

"Kate?"

"An American female police officer," with a plain voice, Conan answered. "I'm surprised you don't know that, Detective Sonoko-neechan."

Sonoko huffed, looking away and refraining herself for trying to commit child murder right in the spot. Laughing nervously, Ran turned to Jodie, noticing that she had just stopped walking.

She claimed that she would go the other way, so they all said their goodbyes and walked off.

"Bye bye," Jodie's lips curved into a dangerous smile. "Cool Kid."

A chill ran across Conan's back, causing him to freeze on his spot. Slowly, he craned his neck to look over his shoulder, beads of cold sweat running down his temple.

Jodie Saintemillion was walking away, her back becoming smaller and smaller with each step.

"Conan-kun?" he blinked twice, before looking at Ran, who stood a few feet ahead of him. "What's wrong?"

"Ah, no, it's nothing."

With a hopefully convincing smile, he skipped ahead to catch up with the girls. It seemed like they had bought it, because they didn't say anything else, content to just chatter with each other about things he couldn't care less about.

So, giving a last look at the teacher behind him, he let out a long sigh before directing his gaze ahead of him.

That English teacher...

She's kind of weird.

"Like I have been telling you," Shinichi sighed from the other side of the phone. "You can't go play a fighting game just like that. Not with your leg like that!"

"My leg is perfectly fine," Ran reassured him, giggling a bit. "You don't have to worry about me."

"Idiot, I'm not worried. It just that Conan would feel terrible if something happened to you."

The girl rolled her eyes and continued teasing her not-boyfriend for another few minutes until he declared that he needed to go somewhere else. Even after the call was finished, Ran gazed at her phone, with a smile on her face, genuinely glad that the deduction freak had decided to pick the phone up, for once and for all.

"Ran-neechan?" the girl looked up, surprised to see Conan standing in her doorway.

"Conan-kun?" she blinked, absolutely confused. "What's wrong? I thought you had gone to bed already."

The way the boy seemed to shift uncomfortably and fix his gaze at the floor made the girl wonder. If this was any other child, she would have thought he had nightmares and was seeking comfort. This probably wasn't the case.

"Do you..." he began, his voice incredibly soft. "Do you still have Shinichi-niichan's gift with you?"

Ah, Ran blinked a bit, until a small smile blossomed on her face. Ah! So that was it.

"Ran-neechan?"

"I'm so sorry!" she said, turning around and shuffling through her drawers for some reason. "I thought you didn't want it so I threw it away the other day."

Conan's shoulders defleated a bit. "Ah, is that so?" he forced a smile with his eyes closed. "It doesn't matter then."

When he opened them, however, he found himself face to face with the blue box he had been searching for. One look at Ran's sheepish grin and he realized she had been teasing him.

So, he gave her a glare.

"Sorry, sorry," she apologized. "You were so nervous when you asked about it that I couldn't help myself."

Without him noticing, a childish pout appeared on his features as he took the gift from her hands, closing the door behind him while refusing to say anything else.

Ran couldn't help but giggle a tiny bit.

He's so cute.

Meanwhile, Conan closed the door to his room, feeling honestly glad that Kogoro was out playing mahjong, leaving him alone with the gift on his hands.

He eyed the box for a bit, before exhaling deeply. I won't run away anymore, his hands gently pulled the paper away. I won't run away from my own feelings.

Determination glimmering on his bright blue eyes, the child finally opened the box.

Is this...?

He was met with the sight of a red, new phone. Not blinking for a while, he took it between his hands and stared.

Well, this is useful.

So with a bright smile on his face, he turned it on, only to realize it had already been configured for him. There was no doubt on his mind of who could have done it.

Oh, he even registered some contacts.

There was Ran, Agasa, his parents... He guessed he might have to add his friends as well later on...

Wait a minute, then, he paused.

Shinichi's contact wasn't anywhere. He couldn't have forgotten about himself, could he?

Then, it dawned on him.

That idiot, he sighed, exasperated, as he ran out the room.

"Ran-neechan!" the girl was startled when the child burst inside her room so suddenly. Before she could react and ask what was wrong, he continued. "Could you give me Shinichi-niichan's phone number?"

"... Eh?"

Like one of many nights, Kudo Shinichi lay awake on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling above. Having finished talking with Ran not that long ago, his mind would, without fully meaning to, constantly wonder about the little child that was living with her.

Ran had told him that Conan was perfectly fine, and visually more cheerful than he had been for the last few months.

Glancing at the window for a bit, he couldn't help the soft smile, laced with nostalgia, appearing on his face. You have finally moved on, right? he thought. I'm glad for you, Conan.

... I really am.

Just as he was about to roll into his back so he could try to get some sleep, he heard his phone blaring, loudly, causing him to jump, startled.

"Hey!" the person in the room next to his shouted. "Some people are trying to get some sleep, you know!"

Rolling his eyes, annoyed, he grabbed his phone. His finger hovered over the 'reply' button, until his gaze fell on the screen.

"Unknown Caller"

What the...?

Shinichi froze in place, his heart pounding in his chest ─ this time around it was not the poison ─ and mind running and running wondering.

What if it is them? Did they find me?

What do I do? Where can I go to escape?

... Wait, why would they call me in the first place? I would be dead if...

"For goodness sake, Kudo!"

"Shut up!" he growled. "This is... This is pretty serious..."

"Huh?" the person paused. "Wait, is it...?"

"Shh, I'm picking up."

"Wait, Kudo!"

He picked up anyway. After pressing the button, he gave out a shaky breath, in a feeble attempt to compose himself before, ever so slowly, pressing the device against his ear.

"Yes?" despite everything, he managed to keep his voice even.

"You are an idiot," Shinichi couldn't help but gasp, shocked, when he heard that very familiar young voice. "If you aim to make me think you're the spawn of Satan himself, try not to act like a complete mother-hen the next time you see me."

"... C-Conan?" he whispered, in quiet shock, so the person on the other side of his wall ─ who was most likely trying to listen to his conversation ─ wouldn't hear. "Why are you...?"

"I just wanted to call you an idiot, as I have just stated."

Shinichi sighed. "I still don't understand what you're talking about."

"It took me a while, but I realized it. Whether I like it or not, you and I are so similar," he could basically see him smirking. "You wanted to make me hate you, didn't you?"

Shinichi's mouth opened to speak, but no sound came out.

"You want me to stay away as far as possible. In order to do that, you basically portrayed yourself as a heartless murderer and stopped calling altogether," the child continued, serious as if he was giving out a deduction. Which he basically was, anyway. "As a proof of that, your number isn't registered on this phone. You thought I would despise you so much that I would never try to call you, therefore I wouldn't need your contact anymore."

"Listen, Conan," the teen tried to explain. "I don't know what you have convinced yourself about, but I haven't said a single lie to you back then."

"True," he conceded. "But someone out there said something to me, and I think it really applies to this situation..."

"What is it?"

"Not everything is as it seems."

The high school detective did not say anything in return, just stayed there, in silence, picturing his little brother's wide grin that surely was in his face right now. Then, he released a long sigh.

"Is that so?" an amused smile crossed his face. "I would like to see you prove it, child detective."

"Of course I will. Just wait for it."

Shinichi rolled his eyes, letting himself fall back into his bed, phone still on his ear. I hope this turns out okay, he couldn't help but worry. Knowing Conan, once challenged he would do anything until he accomplished his goal.

"By the way," the high schooler spoke up, calmer than before and definitely curious. "Why is your caller ID masked?"

"I figured you wouldn't want to talk to me if you knew it was me. You have already registered this phone's number in yours, didn't you?"

"Heh, sharp as always."

"Obviously."

"Way to give me heart palpitations, though."

Eventually the call was finished, and Shinichi found himself smiling, tenderly gazing at the phone on his hands. It didn't last long, however, because he was soon dragged away from his stupor when the door to of his room gradually creaked open.

A teenage boy appeared from behind it. There was worry etched on his face.

"So, who was it?"

"Ah, sorry. False alarm," Shinichi apologized. "Let's just say... It was a friend of mine."

"Ah, was it your girlfriend again?"

"Like I said, she isn't my girlfriend. Besides, it wasn't her."

"Oh? So who was it?"

Shinichi looked back at the window and sighed. "Someone very irritating yet equally important to me at the same time."

"Eh~? So you are seeing two people at the same time? You cheater."

"Hey, cut it, Shinichi groaned, genuinely disgusted at the idea. "You know is not that."

The teenager stared at the detective for a bit, before shrugging and leaving the room, yawning as he did that. Shinichi paid no mind, feeling as his smile grew even wider.

It should be okay.

A/N:

XxThe-Crest-Of-AnubisxX: For now, all Conan knows is that he got kidnapped and saved by Shinichi, shooting him in the process. Hopefully, all of this will make more sense in the future.

Asahina Chihaya: I'm not enterely sure if I'll write them, as much as I love those movies, but I will see. Chris Vineyard and Sharon Vineyard will, most likely, be the same person just like in canon. For all other questions, sorry, I can't really tell you anything at the moment!

Dy: No, Shinichi didn't use a fake name, because I think it wouldn't make sense for them not to know it's him considering he is such a famous detective and everything... I have a reason for why his parents are still okay and, hopefully, it will make sense in the future XD

Gamergail: Eisuke is definitely going to appear in this story since I will cover those chapters that are revelant to the story. That means, however, that I, most likely, won't cover any AO episodes. As for the days I plan to update... I don't really have a fixed schedule, since I often publish one chapter when I finish writing another one. That typically happens every three to four days, but that number is bound to change over time.

ajjr12: I have already planned how Ran and everyone else is going to find out about Conan's incidence on their deductions. It might be awhile until that happens, though.