Conan was bored.
Completely and utterly bored.
Surprisingly, there hadn't been any cases in weeks (which he'd usually be happy about, but he just wanted anything mentally challenging to think about at this point), he finished all his kiddie homework (and his actual Kudo Shinichi homework), there was nothing interesting on TV, he had already read all of the books at the Mouri's enough times that he basically knew them by heart, and both Ran and Kogoro were out (karate and mahjong respectively).
There was absolutely nothing to do.
Conan sighed as he sat down on the agency's couch, tilting his head back to stare blankly at the ceiling for an undetermined amount of time...
He wondered if Gin and Vodka were bored too.
He hoped they were. It would mean they didn't have any evil missions to do and probably weren't out murdering people. Besides, for something to be considered exciting to Gin, it probably had to include some sort of murder or torture, so he'd be bored doing just about anything that's normal.
That's a nice thought.
He tore his gaze from the ceiling to instead stare at the wall.
Speaking of the Black Organization, he had their boss's number, didn't he? Usually he'd be elated to have that kind of information against the organization, but.. he can't exactly do anything with it. The only thing it has proved useful for was recognizing other members, but that's just about it...
He let out a very dry, breathy laugh that really sounded more like an exhale of air.
It would be pretty funny if he prank called the Black Organization's boss, Conan absentmindedly thought.
He blinked.
(Well, following after Vodka that one night at Tropical Land was possibly worse, but that's neither here nor there.)
That was.. quite possibly the worst idea he's had in the past year, no, in his whole life.
If he did that, his call would be traced and he, along with anyone else he knows, would be dead in a couple days time. Unless he had a burner phone or something, but it's not like he had anything like that at the agency...
Wait. He did.
When he first shrunk, Agasa had said it was a good idea to keep a burner phone with him at the Mouri's, and so he had hidden one in the very back of one of his drawers in Kogoro's dresser, which he had completely forgotten about until just now. And it's safe to say Agasa did too. It had just been sitting there, catching dust, this whole time and should probably be used...
Conan shook his head.
Even with the burner phone, that was a terrible idea. The Black Organization could probably figure out exactly who he was with just a voice sample. Well, he could make himself sound like a prepubescent high school boy or even an adult woman with just a change of inflection, but still... He sounded nearly identical to that pop star Takayama Minami, and he didn't exactly want to be the reason she ended up dead.
Conan paused for a good few seconds before loudly smacking himself on the forehead. He then looked down at the voice-changing bowtie he was currently wearing.
How did he forget about that?
So then.. technically, if he wanted, he could go and prank call the Black Organization's boss right now with little to no repercussions.
Conan shook his head again.
Yeah, no. That was still a horrible idea. The boredom must be getting to his head.
He turned on the TV to some random channel, to hopefully take his mind away from the idea enough so that he would stop considering it, but he couldn't stop his mind from wandering back to the thought.
Theoretically, if he were to pretend to be a pizza delivery person or something, the boss would just immediately hang up on him. So he'd have to be someone he'd recognized, like a Black Organization member, probably one of the higher ups.
However, whichever member he'd choose to impersonate would, at best, be severely punished, and at worst, killed.
Which organization member did he hate the most then... Gin, definitely Gin. But, did he hate him enough to kill him? Probably. But his sense of justice wouldn't let that happen, even if it was Gin.
Well actually, if it were someone as important and respected as Gin, then he probably wouldn't be killed, just punished. And he'd be lying if he said he didn't want Gin to be punished Black Organization style...
Before he knew it, Conan's feet were taking him to Kogoro's bedroom, and he was sat down on his futon, bowtie set to Gin's voice, with the burner phone in his hand, the number already set up on the screen.
What on earth was he doing? He was going to get himself killed.
He pressed call.
Panic immediately clouded his mind, before the rational part of his brain took over and he realized that the boss wouldn't even pick up when this would be an unknown number.
He calmed down as he absently listened to ringing in the background.
God, Haibara was going to kill him. Well.. it's not like she has to know anything about this.
He sat there, waiting for the ringing to stop and the automatic voice messaging system to kick in, when suddenly the phone picked up.
He froze in terror, unsure of what to do (he really was not expecting to get this far).
"Who is this?" A voice best described as a generic old man's said from the other end, sending chills up Conan's spine.
He started considering his options.
Conan realized he didn't have time to consider his options, and then brought the bowtie to his mouth and said, "It's me." Hoping that none of the fear he was feeling reflected in his voice.
"Gin?" The boss said. "This isn't your number."
Every instinct in his body was telling him to hang up, destroy the phone, and then leave the country, but he was too far in, he couldn't stop now. "Yeah, something happened and I had to use a separate phone. I'll explain later."
"What do you want?"
Conan could almost feel the anger coming off him despite the fact that he was probably miles away and that nothing had really changed about the way he was speaking.
No wonder this man was the boss of the Black Organization. Just his voice was intimidating.
Conan opened his mouth, intending to respond, before he suddenly closed it. He hadn't thought of what he was going to say before pressing call.
The boredom really was getting to his head, huh.
He started to panic, because this did not seem like the type of man you would want to keep waiting, and said the first thing that came to mind: "Is your refrigerator running?"
He had to stop himself from facepalming right then and there, because, of all things he could've chosen to say, he chose that.
"Huh?" The boss said, confused. "Yes, why?"
Conan stared at the phone in shock.
Did- did he seriously not know?
He knew the boss was probably old and a bit out of touch with modern society, but he wasn't expecting it to be that much.
Conan steeled himself. This was actually kind of the perfect way to get back at one of the people who ruined his life (in a way..). He wasn't letting this opportunity pass.
"That isn't good." He said, adding the slightest hint of worry to his tone.
"Eh?"
"You better go catch it then." He didn't even wait for the man's response as he immediately hung up.
Conan relaxed the tension in his body and let out the breath he didn't know he was holding.
Needless to say, he wasn't bored anymore.
