I'm only good at getting people into the most unusual situations possible... man if Shinichi were real he would hate me for what I'm about to do to him... actually all four of them might would...

In this chapter; Shinichi gets accused of not being Shinichi, Heiji does something stupid, Hakuba answers the phone, and Kaito does something he never thought he would

Disclaimer: If I owned it Heiji and Kid would show up more often. They're my favorite characters cause they're awesome.

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Ran and I were in a park catching up -of course I only mentioned that I'd had several cases and used vague details- with each other after school.

I'm not sure how exactly but she'd managed to get suspicious that I may not actually be... well myself, though she hadn't mentioned it I could see it in the look in her eyes -it was the same look she had whenever she came to the conclusion that I could have been Conan, a look I had grown to find painful to look at.

We had been there for nearly an hour and she had been talking about how 'Conan' had been acting weird lately (Hattori you idiot, I'd have thought you of all people would have been able to act like a child) when she suddenly changed the subject.

"You aren't really Shinichi... are you?"

How am I supposed to answer that? Technically I am... but technically I'm not. If I say 'no' I'll feel guilty for lying, but with my luck if I say 'yes' some sort of physical proof that I'm not will show up (like maybe one of my contacts will fall out of something). What to do... what to do...

I resigned myself, answering the only way I really could, "It's complicated."

Yes 'complicated' that word seemed to fit the current situation very well.

I could easily predict what she was about to say, but I still wasn't really prepared for it, "Complicated... What do you mean by that? It's a yes or no question."

"But neither 'yes' nor 'no' is the correct answer..." My voice escaped as something that could only be called a whine and suited Kaito much better than it would me, I tried clearing my throat to fix the odd change in my tone, "I am Kudo Shinichi... but right now I'm a bit... stuck in another role."

"Another... role?" She asked, not making this already difficult to explain situation any easier.

"Yeah... It's really complicated..." I hoped I could get away with just that explanation, "how about we go back to my house, I'll explain what I can there."

She seemed hesitant to agree, she was probably still uncertain about me but that was to be expected after I'd replied like that, "Alright."

When we got there I started to wish she hadn't trusted me enough to come along.

...

For a little kid Kudo (or I guess Conan would be the more appropriate name) has really good stamina, I mean I've seen him do some pretty amazing un-childish things that defy nearly all laws of physics; I've just gotta say one thing about him physically, his immune system sucks. I don't know if it's just because he has the physic of a child, if it's because of the poison, or if he's really been this weak his whole life but after spending five days as him I managed to catch one heck of a cold.

I was sitting around the bottom floor of the detective agency watching TV while that idiot sleeping Kogoro -who was supposed to be watching me- slept at his desk with a can of beer still in his hand. Of course neechan was already at school so if you don't count the idiot I was alone with my cold.

I really didn't enjoy having a cold in this body that was basically incapacitated by a simple cold, so I'm sure you can imagine what ran through my mind when I saw a half filled bottle of Paikaru in the alcohol cabinet -yeah, you can already see where this is going.

Time fer dis not-child ta do some under-aged drinkin'! I though with a snicker, as I brought a cup of the alcohol to my (Conan's) mouth.

I knew full and well that if Kudo's immune system was distracted and he drank that alcohol that he could return to being Kudo instead of being Conan, and hey maybe if I didn't wind up changing into a teenager the alcohol might at least take away some of the pain of having this crappy cold. So it's a win-win.

Immediately there was a weird throbbing pain, bright pulsations of distorted color flashed in front of my eyes, I felt like I was on fire. I'd known it was painful, I've heard Kudo's screams when he transformed before... but this was... this was insufferable.

The pain made it harder to move, but I managed to get myself off of the couch as I realized that if I screamed I'd wake up the sleeping idiot. I wasn't sure where I was going to go at first but I knew I had to go somewhere, my thoughts were racing a mile a minute as I tried to think of where to go, even though the pain kept me from focusing on anything.

Right... Kudo's house... it's empty right now... if I go over there no one'll hear... me scream. An'... I kin get... some of... Kudo's clothes... ta wear...

I transformed not long after I'd gotten through the door and the pain began to subside, I rushed upstairs to look for Kudo's school uniform but it wasn't there so I put on some random clothes -cool looking random clothes mind you, not the stuff Kudo picks out for himself- from his closet.

I had just made it downstairs and was in the kitchen getting a drink of milk when I heard the front door opening.

huh? Didn't Kudo say somethin' 'bout dat Subaru guy dat's livin' here bein' on vation? Who'd be comin' in at dis time a' day?

Of course when I went to check and saw none other than Kudo (apparently he'd disguised Kuroba's body to be himself) and Neechan I was extremely surprised, and no doubt they were too.

I gulped, dis won' end well.

...

The more I thought about my seemingly random outburst of Osaka-ben the more I was disturbed by it.

Perhaps it was just Hattori's hot-blooded body acting on impulse in reaction to Kazuha's shouts, or perhaps I was finally starting to go insane because of this entire ordeal. Either way I wasn't really happy with it.

That odd occurrence had made me feel as though I wasn't entirely myself -not just physically, but mentally as well.

It was while I was thinking about it that the cell phone in my pocket started to ring.

I sighed, answering, "Hattori Heiji, 'ere."

"Hakuba it's fine, it's me," The person on the other end of the phone answered, I recognized the voice as my own.

"Kuroba?" I asked, already knowing I was correct.

"Yeah," He replied with a joking tone that didn't sound natural for my voice, "nice accent by the way. Are you getting used to being in Osaka?"

"'Course not, I jus' slipped up in my speaking is all..." I cursed myself for slipping into Osaka-ben again, "It's nothing... really. Is there a reason you called?"

"Yes, actually..." He seemed to be unsure of himself, that's not something that Kuroba would usually ever show.

I guess this is affecting all of us a little bit... it's not just me...

When he continued, my attention snapped back from my thoughts and focused completely on his request.

Wait... What?

Did he just ask me to...

...

I sat alone in Hakuba's room trying to come up with a plan.

Shinichi left to go be... well Shinichi, leaving me with no 'me' as I was too busy playing the role of Hakuba.

Sure, I could easily say that Hakuba had returned to England for a little while, but unfortunately I wouldn't be able to disguise as myself while I'm in this body. Hakuba is to much taller than me for me to be able to pull it off without anyone getting suspicious, not to mention the voice; it had taken me a lot of training to be able to do what I can with my voice, I won't be able to do it with Hakuba's body...

That left only one option, it would have to do.

I grabbed Hakuba's cellphone and dialed a number that I never thought I'd need to dial asking for help. You already saw how that conversation went from Hakuba's part.

Eventually I was able to get him to

Now before you say anything I just want to say that I realize that it's completely stupid on my part to let Hakuba play me, but due to the circumstances it's more or less unavoidable. Besides he's seen how I normally act at school, it might be embarrassing for him but he should be able to mimic it on some level...

I'll handle getting him into a disguise that could survive a mop chase, as for the voice all he has to do is say he's got a cold or that he's practicing accents for a trick. That should work.

I sighed.