Well, it seemed they'd be getting those floppies back from the police in about a week. Honestly, Conan didn't know why he thought that they wouldn't. It was normal police procedure to return evidence when they're done with it, which he knew. Just slipped his mind, he guessed. But, he wished it would've at least been longer though; a week felt too short of a time for him to prepare.

Or well he thought. He had pretty much accepted it at this point. He would just have to tell them he wasn't Shinichi when the antidote was completed. It wouldn't be that bad, right? Besides, it's not like he'd have to reveal it right when they get the floppies.

And talking about getting used to, he had pretty much accepted the fact that he had managed to predict an actual side effect of that drug. It still felt quite surreal, but he had no choice but to accept it, considering the living breathing proof that sits next to him in class.

He'd also been trying to deal with the fact he indirectly had an impact on the death of Haibara's sister. He tried not to blame himself, but it was hard. It was almost as if Akemi had come back to haunt him in a way.

But, it had been a few days since Professor Hirota's murder and it was only a few days until theyd get the floppies back. He was only a little nervous.

And, it seemed Haibara had warmed up to her new life a bit. Currently, him and the Detective Boys were playing soccer in the park. Haibara was only watching from the sidelines, but the fact that she even came in the first place was good.

"Conan-kun!" Ayumi called out to him, and - oh - the ball was coming straight towards him. He should probably focus a bit more on the game he is currently playing.

As he watched the ball rapidly come closer and closer, he prepared to kick. He brought his foot back, crouched down, and kicked.. but he never felt his foot connect with the ball. The momentum carried him forward and he felt flat on his back, the ball pathetically rolling next to him.

He heard Ayumi groan in frustration, and the other two were loudly laughing.

From the ground, Conan saw Haibara walk towards him. She snickered, hiding her mouth with her hand. "My, I thought the soccer fanatic would be at least decent at the game itself."

He glared up at her.

He was working on it. It's not like you just become good at a sport overnight. (Or more like a good few months, which was a little concerning that he hadn't improved over that amount of time, but he guessed he just simply wasn't good.) Besides, he was only good at kicking things that were stationary, not in motion like it tended to be during soccer.

But, wait. It would definitely be suspicious if a guy who had quite a few soccer trophies littered throughout his house, was bad at soccer.

He panicked for a few seconds before he recalled a previous conversation he had with Haibara, where he had to tell her all the people who 'knew' he was Shinichi, which happened to include some random detective from Osaka.

"Idiot." He said. "Weren't you the one who told me to keep my identity as secret as possible? I think it'd be a little suspicious if the seven year old Shinichi look-alike also happened to be a soccer prodigy."

Haibara's eyebrows slightly raised. "Oh, I'm impressed. That's actually quite a good idea. I hadn't thought of that."

"Hey, Conan!" Genta angrily yelled. "Hurry up!"

Conan grumbled a bit before getting up. "I'm coming!" He yelled back and picked up the ball. Haibara sent him an amused look, which he just responded with a glare.

When he got over to them, Mitsuhiko said, "Man, you're always the one to suggest playing soccer but you're so bad at it."

"What?" Conan said. "I'm trying to get better, and the only way to improve is with practice. And it's fun too! Isn't that what really matters?"

It wasn't fun.

The others seemed to be fine with that and they soon began playing again.

Honestly, Conan hated soccer. But unfortunately, Shinichi loved it. He'd rather play something where you can actually use your hands instead.

Horrid sport, in his opinion.


But, at least it was fun to watch.

A couple days later when the weekend rolled around (which meant there was only one day until they got the floppies back but Conan was not going to think about that), the Detective Boys were currently watching a soccer match, live, from inside the stadium. And, as much as he hated the sport, he couldn't help the excitement he felt watching the game, especially considering Agasa was able to get them front row seats (he should thank him later) and combined with all the cheering from the crowd.

But, it seemed not everyone was enjoying the game.

He looked behind him at Haibara. She was just nonchalantly flipping through a magazine.

"Are you not gonna watch the game?" Conan asked.

She looked up from her magazine (or at least he assumed she did considering she was wearing sunglasses). "I only came along because everyone else went. Besides, the organization knows my face from childhood. It's very small, but there's still a chance my face could be broadcasted on TV. We both know that wouldn't end well..."

Conan took off his hat and held it out to her. "Why don't you wear my hat then? This, along with your sunglasses, should disguise you enough, right?"

She looked at the hat and contemplated for a second. "I guess." She reached out and hesitantly grabbed it. She placed it atop her head and stood up with the others.

Conan glanced at her occasionally and noticed she still had a blank, uninterested look on her face, despite all the excitement from those around her. (He couldn't exactly blame her though; the game got a bit boring sometimes, and, knowing Haibara, she didn't seem like the type to get all excited over a soccer match.)

"Hey." Conan called out to the girl, drawing her away from the match (not that she'd really mind). "You know.. I've been meaning to ask you something. Or, well.. a few things actually."

"What?" She plainly replied.

"Why didn't you change up your appearance more?" He asked. "I mean.. if you dyed your hair or styled it differently or something, wouldn't that decrease the chance of you getting recognized?"

"Well, yeah.. but isn't it too late for that now? It would be odd if I just showed up to class with a completely different look."

"Well.. it wouldn't be that weird. Yeah, it would be surprising at first but they'd eventually get used to it... But I meant before you enrolled into school and all that."

"Well, sorry." She grumbled. "It didn't exactly cross my mind with everything that was happening."

"Oh, yeah..." He didn't know why he never considered that. "Uh, while we're talking about school.. I was also wondering why you even enrolled in the first place. It's not exactly fun." He was only a little ahead of the typical 1st grade curriculum and it was already almost unbearably boring. He couldn't even imagine what it was like for someone who had, presumably, above a high school education.

"Oh, but I think it's kind of peaceful sometimes. Besides, it would be suspicious if I didn't go."

"Ah, true... Also..." Haibara sent him a slight glare. "Just one more thing." He quickly added on. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to, but I was just wondering.. how old are you?"

"My, nosy aren't you?" Haibara said with a slightly more amused look.

"I said you didn't have to!"

"...84 years old." She said.

Conan just sent her a disbelieving look.

From when he saw her that one time, she seemed, at most, late twenties, and at the youngest, late teens. He would guess she was around her early twenties.

Haibara sighed. "I'm 18." She finally answered.

"Ah.. that makes more sense."

Actually a lot more sense. She did look physically around 7 to 8 years old. Theoretically, if she were 22, she would look more around 12 (assuming that the Apotoxin regressed physical age by 10 years).

Conan had also wanted to ask her name, but he just let the conversation fade off instead. She didn't seem too happy with his questioning and he already knew her surname, Miyano, which was good enough for now. Besides, she only knew half of his full name too (not that she knew though).

They both just went back to watching the match (although Haibara still looked uninterested) and, after a while, Haibara suddenly let out a surprised, "Ah!"

He looked over curiously (because he was fairly certain she wasn't surprised at the game) and saw that the hat he gave her was blown off by the wind. As they watched it fall to the ground, they both noticed a soccer ball jump up in the air and deflate, as if it was shot by a gun or something.

Without thinking, Conan jumped down. And, okay, that kind of hurt. At his height, he probably shouldn't jump from high places without preparing first.

He took a moment to recover and went over to the ball.

"Hey, kid!" A man yelled out, noticing the boy.

Conan ignored him and picked up the ball. And, yup, there were two small, bullet sized holes in it.

The man went over to him. "You can't be here without permission!"

"My hat fell off." He answered and immediately started looking for the bullet.

He soon found it, but it was buried too deep in the rubber to get out by hand. So, he whipped out a pocket knife he had on him, just in case, and started jabbing at it.

"H-hey!" The man angrily yelled. "What are you doing!?"

Conan ignored him and just continued stabbing the ground. After a few jabs, he managed to get it out, thankfully right before the man picked him up.

And, hmm.. a 7.62 millimeter bullet with a full metal jacket, probably a Tokarev then. They were the most common type of gun that used that type of bullet, and they were often smuggled from China to Japan so it wouldn't be too hard to get for a trained criminal. The culprit must've used a silencer too, considering that they didn't hear a gunshot (because they had to have shot it from close by) and because of the diagonal stripes on the bullet.

Conan sighed as the man carried him away.

He wasn't really expecting for a case to happen during the match, considering it would be hard to get away with something with so many people around, but of course the universe had found a way.

But, at least they were mixing it up this time; it wasn't a murder.


After some trial and error (which included almost knocking out Takagi after mistaking him for the culprit - sorry) Conan had finally managed to find the culprit. Turns out he was one of the camera men for Nichiuri TV; ironic considering that was the company he had a grudge against.

But, after manipulating the motive out of him, Conan was thankfully able to tranquilize him without issue, which he should probably be more thankful for. He knew he was armed (because his partner didn't have a gun, so it was safe to assume they swapped it). And, after giving the culprit a quick body search, he found the gun hidden in his pocket. He wondered why he never used it, considering Conan had threatened to turn him into the police and he didn't seem too unopposed to killing a kid. Well, maybe he was about to use it before Conan knocked him out. Yeah, that made sense.

However, the gun wasn't a Tokarev, like he expected, instead a Beretta, which was very strange. Berettas never used that type of bullet, and he didn't even find a silencer on him. Maybe they each had a separate gun, and his partner just left his somewhere in the stadium...

But, thankfully the culprits were both arrested without a hitch and no one had ended up getting hurt. The kids' questioning was also delayed a few days back so he wouldn't have to worry about that for a few days (especially since Conan was the one who found the culprit mysteriously passed out by the field which definitely looked odd).

However, the dreaded day had soon come. (Well, it wasn't that dreaded, he was just exaggerating.)

Haibara was loading up the files while Conan and Agasa stood eagerly behind her. They had just got the floppies back from the police and we're finally able to check them out. Conan tried to disguise his nervousness as excitement. And he was definitely not thinking about what would happen if Agasa and Haibara were to find out he wasn't Shinichi and just some child, about how they'd probably drive him away and get really mad that he tricked them this whole time, that he put so many people in danger. Yep, definitely not.

The floppies pretty much just looked like generic text files, but Haibara seemed to know what she was doing, considering she was typing away. She had said that they were supposed to look like that and the actual information was password protected. Also, along with the drug's data, they would have the names, addresses, and codenames of a lot of the members, along with the people who financed the research, which made Conan a bit less apprehensive about the whole thing because that would be quite useful information.

Finally, Haibara had apparently gotten one open. Unfortunately, it looked like the one with the drug's data if the large 'Apotoxin 4869' at the top of the file was anything to go by.

Suddenly, a sort of black mass started moving up from the bottom of the screen.

Haibara's eyes widened in shock, while the others in confusion.

"W-what's that!?" Agasa asked nervously.

"A computer virus, the Night Baron!" She answered. "It completely wipes any data stored on the computer. It seemed the floppies were programmed to trigger the virus if they weren't opened on one of the organization's computers. That was careless of me."

"W-wait..." Conan said in realization. "So all the data was..." He tried not to sound too hopeful.

"Yes. It's all gone." She replied as she got off the chair.

Agasa began pressing all sorts of buttons to try and save the computer, but he soon yelled in agony, "My computer!" As he realized it was all in vain.

Conan didn't need to fake the disappointment that showed on his face. Yeah, he was, honestly, ecstatic that his secret wasn't under threat of being discovered, but the other information, that could probably be enough to take the organization down, was all lost.

Conan's eyes followed Haibara as she walked away.

"Seems I'll be sticking with you for a while, Edogawa-kun." She said to him.

Right back at you.