Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Detective Conan that right belongs to Gosho Aoyama.
When Kimiko woke up with a blanket draped over her and one Yukiko Kudo standing over her, she groaned in annoyance, "Mom, what do you want now?" The shopping bag filled with clothing was resting in Yukiko's hand, along with a side-long glance that spelt 'you really need to get dressed'. One glance inside the bag revealed the sea-green Capri's and the red top that flared at the sleeves, which immediately caused Kimiko to shudder and pitifully mumble, "I don't want to wear those, I like my clothes."
Yukiko in her I-am-Mom-hear-me-roar voice responded sharply, "You cannot go out like that, now you had best get these clothes on and eat you breakfast." The statement itself revealed that this was a right now, no-nonsense situation, and apparently issues were going to be discussed very soon. Yukiko had pulled out the clothes and laid them at the foot of the bed, and in a much softer tone of voice, "if you need help, I'll be right outside, okay hon."
Kimiko managed enough coherence to sit up and examine the clothing. The Capri's, the shirt, and the matching socks were not a big deal, hell, she could even handle the underwear that reminded her of gym shorts, but the bra was a totally different issue. One, she'd have to figure out just how to put it on, and two, that meant that she would have to face her newly acquired breasts. With an expression that was between horrified and scandalized, she hollered, "Mom!" Yukiko smiled to herself, right outside the door, having just whispered one from her little count-down.
Hattori had been waiting, since Shinichi, who was now Kimiko—did he really need more names to remember, it was hard enough with Conan and Kudo-went to bed. He had stayed the night, as any good friend would, waiting for a chance to tease Kudo and then discuss the case that he was on. Now it was morning, and still no feminine Kudo coming down the stairs, Yukiko had gone up there around twenty minute ago, so what was taking so long. Annoyed and impatient, Hattori began to ascend the stairs, only to stumble into a timid Kimiko. "About time Kudo, how long does it take to get up in the mornin'? Don't tell me you're gonna take as long as a girl does," Hattori grumbled while rolling his eyes in a mock-irritated fashion.
Something along the lines of indignation rose up in Kimiko's eyes; as it was way too early to be arguing with Hattori, especially since she wasn't feeling too good. A fierce, "no wonder Kazuha calls you an ahou," actually stopped Hattori in his tracks.
It was in the awkward moment that passed that Hattori was fully able to recognize the changes in Shinichi's form. Kimiko was about an inch or two shorter, hitting about 5'4, with curly hair, about brunette with shades of ash-blonde that reached just past the shoulders. Her face was about the same, with a little less emphasis on the chin and a tab bit higher of cheekbones. Her chest, although pronounced, wasn't huge, barely an A-cup it seemed…how Hattori recognized an A-cup should not be asked, for the sake of our ears. Hattori felt himself immediately straighten up his back and he was able to hold back a biting comment, choosing to instead respond with, "Oi, let's hurry up and eat, I'm starving from having to wait for you to get up."
Kimiko's mother was now peeking from the bedroom door, a very cat-like smile adorning her face, "that's so kawai too!" A soft giggle escaped and Yukiko immediately raced down the hall to inform Yuusaku that their new daughter would get along just fine.
(Author Notes: I figured while messing with the third chapter that I will not be able to write long chapters, my style is short and many apparently. That's partly why there was such a delay with this, I kept on trying to make it hit over two pages…sadly it did not work. Now I'll just keep to short chapters but hopefully I'll have them out much quicker than this one.)
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