Unexpected Side Effects
Chapter 4: Days of our new lives
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Hey, long time, no update. From this point on, Colormyworld will be co-author/the beta
for this story.
Heh, I'm writing this to Samurai Champloo. Razer (the channel that shows it in my area) had some technical difficulties and Champloo is playing in Japanese for some reason.
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Looking in the mirror, Shinko Kudo realized just how hard today was going to be. She could handle being changed into a child. Heck, it got her into places she would have normally been beaten to a bloody pulp. Despite some disadvantages, such as height and the fact that no one would take Conan Edogawa seriously, it was an enjoyable time for her.
This, however, was another matter. Despite the fact that she had finally gotten over seeing herself without getting a nosebleed, she was not comfortable with the idea of guys looking at her. The school required skirt was not helping things either.
Her hair had been changed into a totally new style to go with her new looks. Her left side over has parted to give her a more modern, yet feminine look.
"I still don't know how mom did that while I was asleep without waking me up. Thank God she's leaving today. I don't know how much more of this mother-daughter crap I can take. It's almost as if she doesn't want me to change back. She probably loves this form more than Conan."
Needless to say, boys would be all over the her, and she knew it. Partially wondering if she should ask Ran for some karate lessons, she was trying to figure out a way to make her skirt appear longer than it actually was. Deciding that she could not possibly pull her skirt down any more without giving people a good view of her "lower backside", she was now trying to pull her socks up higher.
"You know Kudo, if you keep pulling, you might end up kneeing yourself in the
face."
Shinko looked up at Shiho. The sight of Shiho Miyano in a school uniform was new to her. Heck, Shiho as a teenager was strange to her, but this look broke whatever thoughts she had about a teenage Shiho. She did not look like the inventor of drugs for some evil organization, but your average run-of-the-mill-schoolgirl. Shinko was wondering how Shiho would react to people her own age.
"Here," Shiho said, handing her a pair of hairclips with flowers engraved on them.
"What are those?"
"They're hairclips. What, did you think they were tampons?"
"No, I was just wondering, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING GIVING ME
ACCESSORIES?"
Despite Shinko's emotional outburst, Shiho calmly stated, "Professor Agasa redesigned some of your gadgets for you. This hairclip, with the yellow flower, is your voice changer, and this clip, with the blue flower, shoots out those knockout needles you oh so love to fire at people."
Examining the hairclips in her hand, Shinko had one thought, "Why did she have to make them pink?"
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It was one week later. After a whole week of being hit on by the male population of Teitan High, Shinko was glad it was the weekend. More than once, she had to use her hairclip on the newly opposite sex.
Shiho had fared a little better. Quite used to men and their actions, she had to rely on some of her training from the Black Organization. Moderately versed in judo, she had scared some of her more weakly willed chasers.
However, today was Sunday, a time to relax. Shinko was hoping to spent the entire day away in seclusion, away from men and her stress.
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Eight in the morning was the time when Kazuha showed up at the door of the Mouri detective agency. When Ran asked why she was in Tokyo, Kazuha replied, "Heiji heard that Shinichi returned and went to see him."
However, she was incredibly mad when Ran informed her that Shinichi was not home, and that it was his cousin Shinko that was there. Kazuha was seeing red, and Ran feared for Shinko after hearing some of the things her friend was muttering under her breath.
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Hattori was ecstatic. He was far above cloud nine. His mind was set to one set of thoughts.
"Kudo is back! Finally, no more Ran and Kazuha bugging us while we solve cases. Just the two of us men. No more brat, no more girls, no more Kogoro. This is great. It's like my Birthday, Christmas and New Year's Eve combined!"
Hattori stood in front of the Kudo house. Like a four-year old child, he used a combination of excessive ringing of the doorbell and pounding on the door.
The door opened to a sleepy eyed Shiho. "What do you want Hattori?"
'Th-That's that Haibara kid. The antidote worked! Okay, no more wasting
time. From now on, the true rivalry begins. No more competing with a snot-nosed brat.' "Kudo, is he here?"
Shiho, too tired to tell Hattori what happened pointed upstairs, "Second door on the right." No sooner than she had said those words did the western detective race up the stairs. "I wonder if his feet even made contact with the ground?" Shiho wondered.
Hattori reached the door in record time. Full of excitement, he flung the door open...
...to the sight of a young woman getting dressed. Unable to take his eyes off the girl clad only in bra and panties, Hattori's mind took a momentary vacation. Perhaps that is why he did not notice her yelling at him, or the pillow she threw, or the book, and he certainly didn't notice the chair.
"Kudo?"