Mikau: Hi everyone! Thanks for coming back to read omake number four. It's not exactly the chapter I promised you but more of a setup for awkward KaiShin situations and the resolution of the ShinRan problem. It's also not edited as thoroughly as it should be because I wanted to hurry and get it up, since you've all been waiting far too long already. I apologize in advance for any mistakes. I'm also sorry it took me so long to get this up. I've been busy and a little down lately, but I'll try to get the next chapter written and up soon. I think the next one will be the last, unless you guys have any more omake scenes you want written. Thanks so much to athieisademon, LMeg9.20, aspiderlife, Aniki-xvi, starsinjars, and DayDreaming0f y0u who reviewed. You guys really keep me going, and I'm really grateful for all the feedback. I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Disclaimer: If I owned it, I'd put Heiji in more. I love listening to him talk. (I think it's mostly because I'm homesick for Kansai-ben.) Before I studied abroad, I could go either way with Heiji appearances. His episodes are almost always interesting, but I wasn't really a big fan. Now I long to hear his voice (read as: Osaka-ben).

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Omake Four: Parfaits and Potions

"Favor number four: take me shopping today at noon," Akako demanded over the phone one Saturday.

Shinichi sighed. "Are you serious?"

"Kudo-kun, I'm always serious," the witch retorted with a delicate sniff.

"And what happens if I say 'no'?" the detective grumbled, sitting up in bed and glancing at his alarm clock.

8:13 AM.

"You mean if you break the terms of our agreement? I suppose I could send my good friend Lucifer over to have a chat with you about that," Akako replied innocently.

"Where are we meeting?" the former Edogawa Conan groaned.

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"What do you think of this one?" The redhead did a little twirl, showing off the dress from all angles. "It doesn't make me look fat, does it?"

The great detective sighed for the nth time that day. "Akako-san, you're as skinny as a pole with giant breasts, so you're never gonna look fat. It's impossible. The dress is just as great as the fifteen others that you've tried on, so just buy them all, and let's go home already!"

Her eyebrow twitched.

Just who did he think he was, talking to her like that?

She sniffed daintily (ladies did not snort) and turned to give him a piece of her mind. But then she saw how miserable the other teen looked and decided to give him a free pass—she'd turn him into a newt next time.

"Let's get some lunch; I saw a nice little café two streets over the other day, and I want to try their fruit parfait. You're paying, of course." She put the dresses back on the rack and led the way to the restaurant.

Shinichi followed reluctantly behind.

They were silent as they walked and didn't bother making chitchat as they glanced over the menu and waited for their orders to arrive.

The only thing that Shinichi said was, "Try to pick something less than a thousand yen; I'm a little low on funds this week."

The waiter brought the food to the table, and Shinichi raised an eyebrow as he set down a salad and mineral water in front of the witch.

"Weren't you going to get a fruit parfait? That rabbit food isn't much of a meal. Don't worry about the price, and get what you want," he urged.

"I don't want to get fat," Akako mumbled, starting on her salad. "Do you know how many calories are in that parfait?"

The brunette rolled his eyes, motioning for the waiter. "One fruit parfait, please." He turned back to his companion. "Akako-san, you're gorgeous. One fruit parfait isn't going to make you fat…. It's not like beauty matters much, anyway."

The fruit parfait arrived, and the witch and detective went back to eating in silence.

"Thank you," the redhead whispered, taking a bite of the elaborate culinary masterpiece. "You seem moody today. Care to talk about it? …Not that I care; don't get the wrong idea."

"I'm always in a bad mood lately," Shinichi snorted, stabbing his food with his chopsticks. "Ever since I became me again. Nothing's gone the way I thought it would. Ran's still mad at me, and while I'm in the doghouse, Conan's scoring big time with Kaito. Dammit. I'm worse off than I was before, and now I have to deal with you and your stupid favors on top of everything else. It just doesn't seem fair; I'm the one paying the price, but I've got nothing to show for it."

Akako shifted uncomfortably in her chair, eyes cast down at her salad. "I'm not that bad, you know." Forget the newt idea; she was going to turn the boy into a punching bag. He'd be more useful that way…but ladies didn't use punching bags. She'd get all sweaty. Ladies did not sweat.

"You are to me," the Detective of the East grunted, taking another stab at his food. "Nothing but temper tantrums, whining, and a bad attitude."

"The same could be said about you," Akako retorted, masking her hurt behind annoyance. "Someone once told me that even though I have a cold, prickly exterior, deep inside of me there's a beautiful gem."

"Who told you that nonsense?" Shinichi laughed.

"Kai…Kuroba-kun did," she mumbled, taking another bite of her parfait.

"Kaito would say that," the detective replied somberly. "I wish I would have noticed how great he was before the rugrat got to him."

"I wish I had never split you and Edogawa-kun up," the witch sighed bitterly. "I actually had a chance with him before…right after Nakamori-san and Hakuba-kun started dating."

"You like Kaito?" Shinichi blinked.

"Why do you think I offered to help you in the first place?" Akako spit. "I did it because I thought it would make him happy. I thought he'd thank me, and then once you went home to your girlfriend, I'd be there to comfort him. I don't do things for other people, Kudo-kun. This time, things just happened to backfire spectacularly."

"Yeah, a little," the detective sighed. "Sorry."

"For what?" Akako blinked, looking up from her plate.

"For what I said earlier. All this time I'd been thinking that you were an obnoxious jerk, but it's just because you're in love, isn't it?" He smiled softly at the girl across the table, thinking that he had come to understand her a little better. "Love brings out the worst in us sometimes."

"I…suppose you're right," Akako chuckled awkwardly, feeling that it wouldn't be appropriate to tell him the truth.

I mean, how does one say, "No, I really am a terrible, horrible, selfish witch, even when I'm not in love," after being told "You're not as bad as I thought"?

Shinichi took a deep breath, and a look of determination came over his face. "That's it. I've got to do something about Ran. I love her, and deep down I know that she loves me too, so we're going to be together, dammit. I don't care if I have to play dirty; this is our happiness we're talking about!"

Akako blinked. Somewhere along the line, she had lost the flow of conversation.

"Akako-san, can you make me a love potion or an aphrodisiac or something?" Shinichi looked her right in the eye, resolve etched firmly into his face.

Akako blinked. "Y-Yes, but—"

"—Great! Thank you so much, Akako-san! What do I owe you?"

How could she say no to that frighteningly enthusiastic face? How could she tell him that love potions never produced the desired results?

Somehow, based on the look he was giving her, she knew Shinichi wouldn't listen, even if she tried to tell him.

"Let's just say that this one is free of charge," she sighed.

The boy had enough problems as is.

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Mikau: So, I made this "ice cream cone" emot, but the formatting on ff dot net is funny, so it didn't look right. Now it's a spilt ice cream cone on the sidewalk. Maybe. Anyway, I was looking back at the stuff I had written for Shaman King when I was fifteen/sixteen (I'm twenty-two now, if you'd like to do the math), and I wasn't as horrified by my style/grammar as I thought I would be. My OC Ivy was a Mary Sue, though. Very OP, and everyone loved her. People got really angry because my "Mary Sue fic" got a ton of rave reviews. It was a good story, though. Lots of drama and romance and character development. I wish people would have looked past the OC and looked at my writing before flaming because the writing was solid. I remember I had this one flamer D. I used to like to correct his/her grammar. When someone else flamed me, D got really upset, saying that he/she was the only one who could flame me. I was always really fond of D, and it cracked me up to learn that my flamer was rather possessive/protective of me. There was so much drama back in the day. Thanks for reading! Have a great day everyone!