ZeAwsumOtaku: You're right. Thank you so much for correcting me. I wasn't aware that gin (alcohol) and Gin (Gintoki) are pronounced differently. I am a good child who doesn't drink alcohol so it was an honest mistake. I don't think I'll change it because it's kind of annoying having to go and change a chapter but I want you to know that I really appreciate the help!

Guest: I'm glad you like it, I hope you continue reading!

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Otose's Snack House was unusually quiet that day. Instead of laughter and howling that would be heard whenever that certain group of people got together, one could hear the crickets chirping outside.

All of them were seated on the sofas. Even though they were in a bar, not a single drop of alcohol had been drunk thus far. They had to be sober for this and they knew it.

Katsura felt too much time had been wasted and decided to break the silence, "So, any ideas?"

You can pretend all you want, but once someone finds out how you truly are, it's hard for them to think otherwise

Gintoki felt like the world was ending. He stared into those stone-cold eyes, clearly belonging to the person who'll be responsible for his death. He opened his mouth to say what might be the last of his words, but nothing came out. He was too stunned to speak. How could this be happening to him? Why? Why? Why...

"WHY CAN'T I EAT SUGAR DAMMIT?" He screamed, finally able to find his voice.

The two other men at the table were visibly uncomfortable at the ongoing exchange. They just wanted to eat their breakfast in peace, but both Haibara and Gin started arguing the moment Gintoki tried to pour the little of the remaining sugar in his cereal.

The usual cool expression Haibara usually wore was gone, replaced by a pissed one, "I already told you that you're at high risk for diabetes, either you go sugar-free, or you die."

"I'll tell you the same thing I told my doctor, I've already decided to live a delicious, creamy life, no matter how short," Barked Gintoki as he made a move towards the sugar container.

To the other spectators, this situation was almost comical, they were watching an 8-year-old girl lecture a teenager on what was healthy and what wasn't. Definitely, something you didn't see every day.

Both the health nut and the sugar junkie were glaring at each other, hoping the other would give in, when Doctor Agasa interrupted, "Haibara-kun, please calm down. Gin-kun, I know how you feel. Trust me, she also has me on a diet. But she's only looking out for our health."

The perm-haired teen decided to calm down and eat his sugar-free cereal, all the while the shrunken scientist made sure he didn't slip in any sugar. Both of them were still glaring at the other when breakfast was over.

After the whole sugar-free breakfast fiasco, the silver-haired man decided to watch the weather, something he did religiously back at home. He knew he wouldn't see Ketsuno Ana when he turned on the T.V, but hopefully, he would find someone good enough.

As he channel surfed in hopes of finding a cute weather girl, the boy who introduced himself as Shinichi Kudo sat beside him. Looks really do deceive, unless Gintoki knew he was a shrunken high school detective, he would've never been able to guess. Mainly because that kind of stuff doesn't usually happen.

Gintoki stopped at a light-brown haired girl wrapping up the weather forecast, followed by an announcement, "In celebration for Okino Yoko being this month's celebrity guest weather girl, we'll be showing an all-day documentary of Yoko-chan's career. Stay tuned!"

Gin concluded that it should be interesting enough, plus, the girl seemed cute. Everything pointed to a calm afternoon when the small child beside him suddenly spoke up, "Won't your friends miss you?"

"They better, but it's not like I can do much about it now, can I?" Gintoki followed that with, "I'm sure they'll be able to find me, I trust them."

The detective let out a thoughtful 'hmm'. He agreed that it was probably better not to contact them, the information could leak to the media and the more people knew, the higher the chance the Black Organization would be able to find them. Something still seemed off to Shinichi though.

"What do you do for a living?" He asked innocently, hoping the child acting would crack the almost 30-year-old.

The acting was good, Gin wasn't going to lie, but knowing that he was, in reality, a 17-year-old teenager made him feel like he was watching Kondo pretend to be a baby. That didn't produce a very pleasant mental image.

The perm head wasn't sure how much he should give away, after all, he didn't want to say he was from a different show in one where they don't break the fourth wall. He wasn't sure what the consequences would be, "I do odd jobs. As long as they pay us, we'll do anything within reason. We're the house of Jacks of all trades."

"Who are 'we'?" Shinichi wasn't sure, but he knew Gin was hiding something.

"My co-workers and I," He wished Kudo would stop talking, the documentary was getting pretty interesting mentioning Yoko-chan's high school boyfriend broke up with her seemingly out of nowhere. That was screaming internalized fears that would later resurface.

"What's the name of your workplace?" The detective asked out of nowhere, bored by the documentary. He already knew everything there was to know about the idol thanks to a certain old man.

Gin was wary about his questioning. He knew that he would go and investigate him and would obviously find nothing, but that would make him more suspicious of him, "It doesn't matter, you probably won't find anything anyways. We're a small business."

"But-"

"Shush. How old are you? 17? Don't boys like you like this kind of idol stuff? I'm sure Patsuan would be over the moon if there was a detailed documentary like this about Otsu-chan."

The apparent teenager went on rambling about typical teenage boy behavior, Shinichi decided to tune out when he started saying something about making older sisters worry for leaving tissues scattered all over the room.

Now Shinichi was sure something was up, why would he avoid mentioning the place he worked at? What exactly were these 'odd jobs'? Who was 'Patsuan'? Is he his son? No, the ages don't match up. Everything about Sakata Gintoki was a mystery to him, and he was determined to solve it.

An abrupt knock on the door stopped the detective's thoughts. And looked up to doctor Agasa opening the door for a smiling Ran.

From the doorway, Ran had a quick look around the house and found Conan sitting on the couch, "You ready to go, Conan-kun?"

Conan gave a quick nod before leaving to the guest room to retrieve his things, Ran was still looking around when she asked, "Where's Ai-chan?"

"She's out running a quick errand. We're out of sugar," the doctor quickly motioned for her to come in, "Come in Ran-kun, you don't have to wait outside."

"Ah, thank you," As she stepped in, she got a better view of the couch and saw an unfamiliar mop of silver hair peering from the top, "Who's that? A friend of yours?"

The mop of hair turned around to reveal a young face, something that surprised Ran since she expected an old man. The doctor hesitated for a moment, not sure what to say, until finally being able to come up with an excuse, "A-ah, he's Gin-kun, a relative of a relative... I guess you could say he's my relative squared. "

A strong laugh followed the old man's corny joke, Ran couldn't do anything but politely laugh along, "Well, nice to meet you Gin-kun, my name is Mouri Ran."

The stranger just lifted his hand as to say 'hello' and turn back to watch the T.V. She had a closer look at the T.V and realized that he was watching the same documentary her dad was watching when she left.

During the following awkward silence, where the only sound was the show going over the death of the idol's ex and the silver-haired teen paying close attention, Ran found herself thinking 'Great, another Yoko-chan otaku. He and dad should meet.'

After a long time, Conan emerged from the guest room and both of them turned to leave, "Well, we'll be going, say bye Conan."

Conan gave a quick smile before happily chirping "Bye doctor Agasa, bye Gintoki-niichan."

Once both Conan and Ran left, Gintoki muttered, "Scary."

"Why do you say so?" The professor turned around, surprised. 'Scary' would be the last thing he would describe a child by.

"He can change the way he's perceived by others in a matter of seconds," the shrunken samurai started, "He's the worst kind of enemy you could have."

"You could say so, but he's only trying to protect her. That requires lots of acting skill if he doesn't want to be found out."

"They knew each other before he was shrunk?" The samurai was surprised, was that teen really living with a girl on the lie that he was a small boy?

"Oh yeah, they were childhood friends. He started living with her in hopes that her dad, a detective will across a case involving the Black Organization."

So the 'Sleeping Kogoro' was her dad? He would need to ask 'Conan' about the sleeping part.

Ooooooooh, Gintoki meets Ran. Wonder what happens next.

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