Author's Note: Sorry for updating really late. I had lost all train of thought for this story but its back now. Thank you for waiting patiently. I really mean it. Now for story time…


"That took longer than expected…" Conan said as he walked down the street with both Mouri Kogoro and Ran. He wore his blue jacket that matched his jeans and a black shirt underneath, Ran on the other hand wore a black sweater and some black jeans, and Kogoro wore the same blue suit that he always wears to the crime scene.

"What was that Conan-kun?" Ran was able to hear him, even though the streets were flooded with honking cars.

"I said that took longer than expected." He sighed, putting his arms around the back of his head.

"What are you complaining about?" Kogoro yawned as he walked with them. "I'm the one that does all the work." His eyes were somewhat watery.

Yeah, make yourself believe that. Shinichi, Conan's real alter ego, thought to himself.

"So Conan-kun…" Ran got the 13 year old boy's attention. "What are you going to wear?"

"That's a weird question to ask to the freeloader, Ran." Kogoro said as he eyed a nearby young girl.

"Well it's not a weird question unless he has a date tonight," she played elbowed the boy on his side. "So?"

"Well-"

"HE HAS DATE!?" Kogoro exclaimed, cutting Conan's sentence before he can say another word. He was surprised at the news given to him by his daughter. "WITH WHO!?"

"With Ai." Ran happily answered her father.

"Oh, ok." Kogoro quickly went back to look at the young and beautiful girls as they walked back to the agency slash home.

"That's it? 'Oh, ok'?" Ran had expected more than from his expression than something as plain as 'Oh, ok.' Conan just wanted this conversation to end.

"What? Did my reaction not live up to your expectation?" Kogoro continued to look around for girls, trying somewhat to ignore his daughter. "Geez, you and your mother are just alike when it comes to dating."

"Obviously," she rather gave her father a scorned look. Too bad he didn't turn around to see it. "Geez Dad, you're such a buzzkill." She turned to look back at Conan.

"As I was going to say before occhan interrupted me," Conan continued their earlier conversation. "I was going to wing it."

Ran then suddenly stopped in her tracks. She was soon followed by Conan, and then her father, who turned back to look at her. "You… were just going to wing it?" A dark aura surrounded her, making Conan and her father spine tingle.

"Y-yea-"

She hit the wall with her bare fist, cracking the wall, making her father and Conan more frightened than earlier. "Well… she's mostly mad at you, so bye." Kogoro ran away quickly, leaving an adult size dust impression in his place.

Crap. Conan mentally cursed as he saw Ran's father run away. Should have not said that, I'm totally dead. The dark aura he felt suddenly went away, prompting him to turn back slowly to Ran.

"Come on." Ran started to walk in the other direction.

"What?" He was surprised at her response.

"You heard me, come on," she turned to look at Conan. "We're going to the clothing store."

"Why?" Conan felt as if he just answered a rhetoric question.

"I've seen your closet," she smirked. "You really don't have anything good to wear in it."

"What are you talki- on second thought, I'm not going to rebut that argument," he stopped before he got himself deeper than he was in this situation. "Let's go."

"Good," Ran said. She waited for him to get close to him so they can walk together, side by side. "By the way, what time did you tell Ai, you'd pick her up?"

"At 8," he answered. "Why?"

She looked at her watch which was placed on her right wrist. 1:18. "Good, we have enough time to go through clothing stores and find you a good attire." She grabbed his hand, and quickly ran through the sidewalk with him.

I could already tell this is going to be a very long day… He had a rather peculiar dotted face.

Several hours passed, Conan and Ran had nothing on them. No bags, boxes or anything, even after going through almost 15 different stores trying to find the right clothes for Conan.

"At this rate, I rather just go with my boxers." He said as he stretched his whole body on a bench he and Ran just sat on.

"Conan-kun!" She didn't like what he just said. Although, he was rather right, at this point, there's not much time left before his date started with Ai.

"Hey," he got her attention by putting his hand on her shoulder and lightly shaking her. "How about that store?" He pointed at the store with a sign that said Gentlemen Macho Clothing Store.

"Gentlemen Macho… Clothing Store?" The name of it rather sounded weird when she said it.

"Yeah, that store." He affirmed her of the store.

"I don't know…" She was rather indifferent about shopping there.

"Oh come on Ran-neechan," he got up from the bench and faced her. "We've been going to all the stores you wanted to go, can we go, for this once, to a store I mention?"

"…" She was thinking it through.

"Unless you want to cancel my date and not to go on this date," he tried another method of persuasion. "It's ok, if you want me to die all alone."

Suddenly, Ran got up, grabbed Conan's hand and dashed towards the clothing store. "NOT ON MY WATCH YOU'RE CANCELLING YOUR DATE WITH AI!"

In a couple of seconds, she and Conan made it to the stores front door. "Ah crap, the store is closed." Conan saw the sign. The time stamp was on it, apparently it closed about a few minutes ago.

"Really?" Ran sulked about.

"It's OK, Ran-neechan," he patted her shoulder, hoping that'll somewhat cheer her up. "I can just improvise with-"

"NO!" She stopped sulking. She went to the store's glass window, looking through the clothes until she saw the register with the manager clearing it out. "HEY!" She yelled hoping to get his attention.

"Ran-neechan, what are you-"

"HEY YOU!" She yelled once more while waving her hands around, this time getting the man's attention. "YEAH, YOU! PLEASE COME OPEN THE DOOR!"

The rather old man walked towards the store's door. He wore some khakis along with a buttoned up white shirt. His beard matched his head of hair; gray. He took out his keys and unlocked the door. "Yeah?" He talked rather lowly, but it was enough for both Conan and Ran to hear him.

"Please sir, this young man," she pointed at Conan. "Has his first date tonight, and so far we've had no luck in finding the right set of clothes for him." She persuaded the man. "Can we please look through your clothing store?"

The man thought it through for a second. "Ran-neechan, let's jus-"

"OK." The man said, which startled both Conan and Ran.

"Really?" Ran asked once more, in hopes of not hearing wrong.

"Yeah, sure," he opened his door for both Conan and Ran to walk in. "I know how much of a handful it is to find the right set of clothes for a day like this." He locked his door and put his sign back up.

"Thank you," Ran said as she and Conan looked through his catalogue of clothes. They were amazed at the amount of nice clothing he had in his store.

"Phew," Conan was a bit overwhelmed. All the clothes to him looked really nice, making it a bit hard for him to pick out which one he wants to take for his date with Ai. "All these clothes…" He grabbed and felt the texture of one of the jackets which was as dark as blood, maybe a maroon color. "They're handmade?"

"Handmade?" She grabbed and felt the same jacket Conan was holding. She seemed to have agreed with Conan about that notion.

"Yup," the old man walk towards them. "My wife makes them, although she passed away not too long ago."

"Oh my, I'm so sorry about your wife." Ran felt the urge to hug the man, but didn't.

"It's alright," the old man tried not to make the pair feel bad on what seemed to be a good day. "Anyways, what exactly are you looking for?"

"Well," Ran looked at Conan, who seemed to be in his own place at the moment in his head, figuring out what to wear. "What would you recommend?"

"Well, he's much shorter and younger than other people I've helped pick out clothes for," he scratched his head. "Let me look around the back, surely there something for that boy." He soon walked quickly to the back of the store, leaving both Ran and Conan to look at his inventory.

"So Conan?" She stood behind Conan, putting her arms around her back. "See anything you like?"

"Well," he looked back at a jacket he liked. "I do like this jacket over here." He walked over with her where they once stood.

"That's pretty," she then found a similar jacket but in a different color. "How about this one?" She picked out a black one.

"That's nice too." He grabbed and compared both jackets, just to see which one matched his taste.

Just as he was about to choose, the old man came back out with some clothing. "Sorry for taking long, I actually have quite a few for his size." He put the clothing on the counter, neatly.

"Wow, these are nicer than the ones out here." Ran admittedly told the truth as she and Conan inspected the clothes.

"Yup," he took the seat behind the counter. "There is 3 buttoned up shirts; black, white, and maroon. There is only one pair of jeans, which are black. And a black and red jacket."

"Wow, the texture on these… are they silk?" Conan asked the man.

"Yup, the three shirts were handmade with silk," He confirmed. "You should try them on, see which one mix up you like." He suggested. "Changing room is right over there." He pointed directly at the door which had a mirror on it.

"Go ahead Conan-kun." Ran said as she gave him the clothes.

"Alright." He walked right over, opening the door and closing it right behind him, leaving Ran with the old man.

As they waited for him to pick out what clothes he was going to wear, Ran started to converse with the Old Man. "How much is it?" She asked for the price, taking out her purse where her money was.

"On the house." The old man said.

"O-ON THE HOUSE!?" Ran thought the man was joking. "Are you sure?" She tried once more for a price checking.

"Yes, I'm sure." He happily replied with his same response.

"Oh my God," she then hugged the old man. "Thank you so much!"

"N-No problem," he said as he almost lost his balance and fall from his chair. "It's nice helping people, it's what my wife would've told me anyway." She finally let go of him, giving the man a huge and pleasant smile that any other person could give to another.

Finally, after a few minutes changing, Conan came out of the changing room. "H-How do I look?" He asked nervously, his face turned rather pink.

"You look great." Ran answered while the old man simply gave the teenager a thumbs up.

Conan had decided to put the Maroon silk shirt, the black jeans and the black jacket over his buttoned shirt. "So… I'm good to go?"

"Definitely," Ran too gave him the thumbs up as well. She pet her wrist in front of her face, checking what time it was. 7:51. "HOLY CRAP!"

"What now?" Conan asked as he brought out the other clothes and put them on the counter.

"IT'S 7:51!" She exclaimed at him.

"WHAT!?" He then looked at his time as well, confirming what she just said. "CRAP! I'M GOING TO BE LATE!"

"HURRY UP AND GO!" She put her hand on his back and pushed him, making the dash out.

"BYE RAN-NEECHAN! SEE YOU AT HOME LATER!" He said, running and leaving his impression with his dust.

Both Ran and the old man saw him go. "So, you want the rest of the clothes in a bag?" He asked her.

"Yes please."

He ran as fast as he could, running, dodging and crossing the street all at the same time. He saw the agency and quickly passed it.

He looked at his time once more. 7:58. Almost there! He thought to himself, passing all the landmarks that helped him as a kid that led him to Agasa's house.

Not far now, just got to turn right here and… Just as he turned he saw three familiar faces; Mitsuhiko, Genta and Ayumi. Ah crap!

"Hey, it's Conan-kun!" Genta was the first to notice the nicely dressed Conan.

"Hey, Conan!" Mitsuhiko called out to his friend.

Well they're bound to find out sooner or later… Conan thought to himself as he made his way to them. "Eh, hey guys." He waved nervously at them.

"Why are you wearing nice clothes, Conan-kun?" Ayumi questioned his attire.

"I'm…," he quickly thought of something. Surely, it doesn't have to today to tell the Detective Boys. "I'm… going to a party!"

"Somehow, I find that hard to believe." Genta said, before gulping down the bag of chips in his hand.

"I'm with Genta on this," Mitsuhiko nodded in agreement with Genta. "You're hiding something aren't you?"

"What? No, I would never lie to you guys…" Conan sweat dropped. That right there was a lie.

The three of them saw right through them. "We're not letting you get passed us until you tell us." Ayumi said, standing on guard with both Genta and Mitsuhiko.

Conan looked at his watch. 8:03! He exclaimed in his head.

"So, are you going to tell us or nah?" Mitsuhiko gave him the choices.

"… you want the truth!?" He asked them.

"Yes!" All three of them said at the exact same time.

"Alright, I got a date tonight!" He said, revealing his plans.

"A-A date?" Ayumi suddenly got worried. Who is the mystery woman who took Conan away from her?

"Oh really? What's he-"

"FOR GODSAKES MAN, IT"S HAIBARA!" He told them.

"Ai-chan!?" Ayumi instantly fainted, falling onto Mitsuhiko's arms.

"Haibara!?" Both men couldn't believe what Conan said.

"NOW GET OUT OF THE WAY! I'M GOING TO BE LATE!" He quickly dashed right through them, jumping over Ayumi's legs and continued on his path.

"Well… that just happened." Genta said, dumbfounded.

"You're telling me." Mitsuhiko still held onto Ayumi.

Conan finally reached his destination. He stopped right at the front door and fixed himself before he rang the doorbell. He waited a few second before Agasa unlocked and opened the door. "Wow, Shinichi, you look great!" Agasa complimented the boy.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Conan said, as Agasa let him in. "Is Haibara done?"

"Oh, Ai-kun is still getting ready," Agasa said, closing the door and locking it once more. "She'll be out in a few minutes."

"Alright." He sat down on the couch, taking in a heavy breath.

"Are you nervous, Shinichi?" Agasa heard his rather heavy breath.

"I just ran from the Plaza to here," he leaned back onto the couch. "I'm very livid right."

"The plaza?" Agasa took and sat on the single seat couch to the right of Conan. "That's like 40 minutes from here isn't it?"

"Yup," he took in another breath. "But I did that in 10 to almost 15 minutes by running."

"Y-You ran from all the way over there!?" Agasa's mouth opened wide, along with his eyes. He couldn't believe Shinichi ran almost 15 miles in ten minutes.

"Yup," Conan said. He saw an unfamiliar purse next to him on the couch. "Is somebody else here Agasa?"

"Yeah, she's with-"

Suddenly, a third party came in, startling both Agasa and Conan. "AND NOW FOLKS, FOR THE MOMENT YOU ALL HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR!"

"Sera-san…" Conan sweat dropped.

"Yup." Agasa said.

"INTRODUCING…." Sera pulled out the cloth that covered the doorway. "MS. AI HAIBARA!"

Haibara stood there, wearing a dark red dress that matched his shirt, not too long but neither too short, a rose on her head which made who look much more beautiful and red matching low heels, sorta like Dorothy's from Wizard of Oz. "That was a nice introduction, Sera-san." Agasa stood up and clapped.

"Wow." Conan was at loss with words. If he can picture heaven on Earth, it'd be this moment.

"D-Do you like it?" Haibara blushed.

"E-eh…" He still couldn't muster up the words.

"Oh, he definitely likes what he's looking at." Sera said what the young teenage boy could not.

"Beautiful doesn't begin to describe what I'm looking at." Conan, smooth as ever, finally got some words out of himself. His remark caused the girl in front of him to have another shade of red on her face.

"Y-You look good yourself," she walked towards him. She adjusted a few things, like buttoning up one of the middle buttons in his shirt and taking off his glasses and putting it in his jacket's inner right pocket. "There, you look better without them."

"Y-Yeah."


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