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There wasn't much that Hondou Eisuke could do about a lot of things, and he realised that.

Like his dear missing sister - how long had he searched, and yet, it wasn't he who had found her first.

Also, his clumsiness - he tried his best to take care and not bumble into things, and yet, it always seemed like there would be something to slip on wherever he placed his foot, or his head would also find itself in a collision with the only hanging object in the area.

It was frustrating, and embarrassing, and there was nothing Eisuke could do about it. He knew that very well - the harder he tried not to bump into things, the more bad luck would find him. Even if he sat shock still in a chair somewhere, it would be the only broken chair or something and he would fall out of it.

He hated it...hated having to be forced to do anything. And yet, that was the way his life always seemed to go - he wasn't in control of anything.

And it had gotten worse lately. Everything new and upsetting in his life had been caused by one recent event. Rediscovering his sister, and...one little boy with blue eyes and glasses.

There was something about little Conan-kun...something that tugged at Eisuke, forcing him to watch the little boy whenever he was about. And what Eisuke saw always unnevred him - even if he forgot it five minutes later when he fell down the stairs or something of the like.

The way the dead seemed to follow the boy...and how he sometimes never seemed like a kid at all, but someone with far more years and maturity than Eisuke himself...not to mention his brilliant plans andf how the FBI had accepted his suggestions so easily...

Somehow, Conan was not who he seemed. And it frustrated Eisuke to no end that no matter how he looked into it, there was nothing there, nothing but one little boy named Edogawa Conan - who was not a little boy in any sense of the word.

He hated being tied down, being forced to live a life directed by other's people's rules and wishes. And yet, the more he associated with Ran-san and her little charge, the more he found events of his life spinning out of control - like he was just another pawn to dance on strings for Conan-kun - just another living playing piece the boy used in his goal to beat some game, a game far above the heads of anyone else, even the FBI.

And there was nothing Eisuke could do about it - unless he disappeared, but then what would the point of his life be? And, even if he hated it, for all he knew, he could end up a key piece for that game.

So, he stayed. And had to wonder, even if the boy himself seemed unaware of it, just how big of a destiny the boy had, for the force to control everyone around him to play for him. How important the boy was, for people to become what he needed when he needed them.

Perhaps it was not Eisuke who was ensared.

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