And now we start we the main story line shall we :D Thank you for all the people who have read and reviewed my story. Again please excuse my bad grammar, awkward sentencing and maybe spelling: D Writing this story has also made me realize that I need to expand my vocabulary hahaha.
This chapter takes references from episode 309-311 of the anime and it would be nice if you remembered Itakura-san.
So without further ado, please enjoy the story :D
Chapter 4
Whiskey part 1
"Ai-kun, Ai-kun!" the professor's voice sounded above her and Shiho moaned. She opened her eyes and found the old man staring down at her with a concerned face. She sat up and found herself in a bed; surrounding her was the various furniture of the professor's house. She frowned, "I thought I was in the basement," she muttered.
"I carried you here," Hakase said.
"Huh?" She whispered. The professor frowned and handed her a dry blue towel. Shiho was puzzled but took it anyway.
"You're sweating badly…did you have a bad dream?" he asked. Shiho touched the towel to her forehead and realized that it was soaking wet. She grimaced when she remembered the dream she had about her sister last night and smirked.
"Nah it was nothing," she said.
"Are you sure?" another voice sounded behind her. She spun in shock and found Kudo Shinichi standing beside her. Her eyes narrowed. "A monster ate me in the dream, I was about to die," she said and he glared at her.
"Do you take me for a kid?" he snapped.
"Ara aren't you one?" she replied and watched amused as the detective scratched his hair in frustration.
"Well you better take care of your health," he said and Shiho pressed her lips into a thin line. "Why so concerned Kudo-kun?"
"I'm not concerned," he smirked. "I'm just saying that a certain somebody should be watching over her health instead of Hakase's. It's hypocritical you see."
Shiho raised her eyebrows.
"Ara, didn't you know I am an owl."
"Yes, an owl who is late for school." Kudo said.
"Don't try to fool me Kudo-kun, it's a Saturday," she said and the boy smirked.
"I was checking if the evil eyed yawny girl is still half awake," he said.
"Sorry for being an evil eyed yawny girl, love sick boy," she retorted. The boy with the glasses turned two shades redder and she smirked.
"Damm you Haibara!"
"Mah, mah, stop fighting," the professor said, setting two mugs of piping hot coffee onto the counter. Shiho glanced at the coffee and remembered the dream she had about her sister.
"Ah sorry sorry, black coffee isn't really my thing, I preferred a parfait,"
She grimaced and gripped the sheets on the bed. Her hands shivered slightly and she gritted her teeth.
"Haibara?" his voice broke through and she turned, an expressionless face she had practised so many times replaced her agonized one.
"What?" she snapped.
The boy glanced at her, his glasses shimmering in the light. "Are you sure you're ok?"
"I don't need to answer that do I?" she said and got out of bed, the blue towel that Hakase Agasa had given her slipped to the ground. She walked towards the counter where the coffee was and something touching her face.
She turned and found the boy holding the towel to her cheeks. "At least wipe away the sweat," he said and Haibara took the towel away from him, turning away.
"Yeah, yeah, annoying nagging love sick boy," she said, covering her face with the towel.
"Stop calling me that would you!"
A small smile fitted into Haibara's face as she felt her heart pounding in her chest. "I won't idiot," she muttered.
The professor's house was as dirty as always. With cups strewn around the floor, coupled with games nestling on the living room floor and letters falling off the tables; Shinichi couldn't help but grimace at the site.
"No wonder that evil eyed yawny girl kept complaining about the dirt yesterday," he muttered. The girl had been in a sour mood the day before, scaring off the detective boys before making snide remarks at the teachers. Her mood was strange and that worried Shinichi so he decided to pay Hakase a visit.
When he got there he was greeted by Professor Agasa who was holding a finger to his lips.
"What's the matter Hakase?" Shinichi had asked and the professor pointed to the girl sleeping in the bed. Shinichi had given a confused glance at the professor before realizing the concern behind the professor face. The girl was crying out softly in her sleep, sweat pouring out from her skin, her face twisted in intense pain.
"Oui Haibara," Shinichi had called but was silenced by the professor.
"Wh-"
"Look Shinichi," the professor had said and pointed at Haibara's neck.
"Hakase…" Shinichi had said, narrowing his eyes, "Do you have a fetish for necks?"
"No, no!" the professor said.
Shinichi frowned and looked at the girl before noticing something disturbing at Haibara's neck area. There were a few marks near her collar bone. Few dark bluish marks that looked like…scars…
The girl cried out again and Shinichi walked towards her, feeling his heart clenching. He did not know where the sudden pain in his heart came from, but a feeling of sadness and guilt welled up in him.
"What do you know about me? How can you understand what I've been through?"
Those were the words he had shouted at her when she revealed her connection to the black organization. Looking back, Shinichi regretted the words he had said that day. Haibara…or Miyano Shiho clearly had it worst.
"Onee-chan…"
Shinichi clenched his fist and look to the professor.
"I think it's time to wake the princess up," he said, smiling sadly. The professor nodded.
"Hey Haibara I've noticed this…but how can you drink coffee without sugar?" Shinichi asked the brown haired girl seated beside him, sipping the mug of coffee. Haibara's eyebrows twitched in annoyance and Shinichi cried out as she dumped 4 scoops of sugar into his cup.
"Here, enjoy your coffee," she said a smirk plastered on her face.
Shinichi sighed pushing his mug away and glanced at the professor who was watching him with an anxious expression.
"Wait," Shinichi mouthed and the professor turned around, fiddling with his coffee cup. That idiot…if he acts this anxious Haibara would definitely figure out that he was hiding something and the worst thing was…he was.
"So what are you doing here Kudo-kun?" Haibara asked, her usual smirk coupled with her usual cynicisms made Shinichi scratched his hair in irritation. The girl had noticed the strange way the professor was acting; it would be hard to lie to her now.
"H…he wanted to speak to me about a game," the professor said, slipping in a lie for Shinichi and the detective groaned. That was a terrible lie Hakase.
"Ara, is that so," Haibara said and she hops off her seat and sauntered towards the professor with her hands behind her back. The professor backed away from her and he hit the refrigerator behind him. The girl leaned forward and with swift fingers pulled a paper out of the pocket of the professor's lab coat.
"Ah that's that!" Shinichi exclaimed and Haibara slammed the paper down onto the counter top. She had a glint in her eyes and Shinichi gulped.
"What's these numbers?" she asked.
Shinichi glanced at the professor who was bowing his head to him in an apologetic manner.
This was turning into a mess. If he told Haibara who the number belonged too, she would definitely panic and adding more misery to her life would be too much. He raised his hands.
"It's nothing Haibara, really," he said laughing nervously and she sneered.
"Are you hiding something from me again, don't think I haven't noticed you and Hakase talking secretly to each other these past few days…I'm not dumb you know," she said.
Shinichi frowned and he looked at the paper at the counter.
"It's really nothing," he whispered.
"Ara, it's that so," Haibara said and walked over to the stove. Anxiety gripped Shinichi and he couldn't help but stammer.
"Ne…Haibara what are you doing?"
"Burning it," she said calmly.
"Hey wait!" he snapped, running over to her and snatching the paper out of her hands.
"It's their number isn't it," she said and she folded her arms, her face expressionless. "I told you didn't I if you called them you would be opening Pandora's Box…well I can't stop you if you want to do it."
A scary expression crossed her face that made Shinichi flinched. "That's if you want the organization to find out who you are and kill that detective girl you love so much."
"Idiot," he whispered, "It's not them…"
"Then what is it," she said, her eyes cold and hard. Shinichi could tell that the girl was worried but had hidden her emotion behind that cold mask of hers.
He bent his head and places the number into his pocket.
"The diary…in the diary of Itakura," he said, (episode 309-311), "A number was hidden…Hakase discovered it recently. In fact we were going to meet the owner of this number today."
"What!?" Haibara snapped and Shinichi raised his hands to calm her down.
"It's not them…but Shibuya Wataya a game developer, a good friend of Itakura," he responded.
"But…but if his Itakura's friend then," Haibara whispered.
"Yes, Itakura might have left something with him," Shinichi said, his face twisting into a smirk.
"The appointment is at noon, Hakase has already made the arrangements," he continued and Haibara glared at him, before turning away.
"You can tell me you know," she said, her voice was per usual but there was something different Shinichi couldn't place. It was a little bit shaky but at the same time cynical. "I'm not a weak little princess."
Shinichi's eyes narrowed and he rested his chin on his hands. "Is that your way of telling me to be careful?"
The girl paused for a moment and Shinichi smiled slightly. As tough as she seemed, Haibara Ai was still a girl.
"Idiot," she whispered harshly and Shinichi chuckled a little.
What she said next, surprised him though.
"I'm coming along."
"Huh?"
"I said I'm coming along idiot," Haibara snapped and Shinichi gawked. This girl…this enigma of a girl, he still could not figure her out.
"Like I said there is no need for you to come!" Shinichi snapped at the girl sitting behind him. She was dressed in a red hooded sweater and brown faded pants and she yawned at his statement.
"Kudo-kun, I think I'm allowed to make decisions for myself so could you stop treating me like a child," she replied calmly, "Or I would have to call you Mommy."
Shinichi groaned.
Well, she did have a point. The yellow beetle the professor drove jerked suddenly sending Shinichi flying into front and he crashed painfully onto the window screen.
"Hakase can you drive normally!" he said and the professor laughed nervously.
"Sorry Shinichi but its raining heavily I can't see anything."
"Thus the great detective learns a lesson of putting on seatbelts," Haibara said, her face bending into a grin and Shinichi cursed under his breath. What did he do to deserve this? Firstly being shrunk into a little boy by that idiotic scientist sitting behind him and secondly getting mocked by her. He did not understand what he had done wrong in his lifetime.
He climbed back into the leather seat he was sitting in and pulled the seatbelts over. When it clicked, Shinichi gave a satisfied nod before viewing the scene outside the car. It was just as the professor had said, it was raining heavily. Torrents of transparent rainwater rolled down the car's window and condensation fogged the glass up. It made visibility bad and the roads were jammed up with traffic.
Shinichi sighed. It would seem that it would take a long time to reach their destination. He looked out of the windows and at the pavements. There were people walking past, some with umbrellas and others hurrying across the pavements seeking shelter from nearby high rise buildings. Shinichi couldn't help but feel glad that he wasn't out there soaking in the rain.
He was about to turn away when something caught his eye. It was a black umbrella. Something felt off about the man, although it was raining hard the man was walking deliberately slow…and calmly. Shinichi couldn't really see his face clearly but he could make out the colours of the man's clothing. It hit him hard and he heard Haibara gasp.
"Haibara could that be!" he exclaimed and he turned. The girl was stiff, completely tensed.
"Haibara?" he asked.
"What's going on Shinichi," the professor's worried voice sounded.
"Just concentrate on driving Hakase!" Shinichi snapped and he called out to Haibara again.
The girl did not reply him and Shinichi unclipped his seatbelt and climbed over to the backseat taking the girl by her shoulders. His eyes widened in shock, Haibara's face completely white, it was as if she had seen a ghost. She was sweating profusely and her lips were pale.
"Haibara! Oui Haibara!"
She reacted violently pushing Shinichi away and he winced as he hit the door.
"Don't touch me!" she rasped.
"H..a..ibara?" Shinichi whispered uncertainty and the girl looked up, she was panting and when she saw him she turned away quickly.
"Haibara what is it? You know him don't you!"
"No…I'm sorry," her voice soft, "I was mistaken…"
"Don't lie to me Haibara," Shinichi snapped.
"It's really nothing Kudo-kun," she muttered and then she looked at him again. There was no trace of the fear now and her face was emotionless once more. Shinichi looked at her carefully and observed that her hands were shaking.
"When are you going to be honest, idiot," he thought to himself, sighing.
Carefully he slowly placed his hands around her. Her body was small somewhat fragile unlike her tough personality that was most probably an act. She was quivering slightly and Shinichi held her harder.
"It's ok Haibara."
"W…wha-"
"Just be quiet," he whispered.
She knew him that man, that man that stood underneath that black umbrella. Fear took over fast, her breath quickened and her body turned cold. Tensing up under the pressure, Shiho felt her breath quickened.
No it couldn't be him! It couldn't be him.
"Sherry…do you want to play a game?"
"Sherry…"
His sinister voice echoed in her head and Shiho cried out softly, the fear threatening to spill out, threatening to overcome her.
No…no…no…
Something warm gripped her carefully and Shiho tensed. She turned and found Kudo gripping her.
"Wha-"
"Just be quiet," he whispered and he smiled. Shiho turned away from him, her body shivering slightly but loosening up from the tension.
He hugged her gently. His body heat warmth her up and she felt herself calm down a little. The cold she felt before disappearing slowly. The memories that she remembered slowly disappearing into the abyss of her mind.
His grip tightened and Shiho closed her eyes.
"Thank you Kudo-kun," she wanted to say but somehow the words got caught in her throat. She glanced at the boy and then remembered the girl from the detective office. The girl named Mouri Ran, the girl with the beautiful face and long black hair. The girl who would always-
Haibara shook her head.
Her heart clenched and she pushed the boy who had comforted her away.
"I don't need your help Kudo-kun," she snapped.
"Yeah, yeah," the boy retorted. "Have you calmed down?"
Shiho hesitated before nodding; she then peered cautiously out of the window. The rain was coming down harder but the man with the black umbrella was gone. She must have seen it wrongly…it couldn't be him…no…it can't be…
"Whiskey," she whispered.
"Retrieve it do you understand," the raspy voice ordered.
The man holding the phone to his ear nodded. "Yes, boss," he whispered.
"Remember Whiskey…if you fail this mission, death awaits."
"Yes, boss," the man named Whiskey muttered. Adorn in a black t-shirt and jeans, the man exited the phone booth and into the busy streets. A girl bumped into him and he smiled as she apologised, revealing his handsome youthful face. His jet black hair, green eyes and pale skin made him stand out in the crowd of pedestrians.
The girl who bumped into him blushed and she walked off in a hurry. Whiskey's smile was immediately replaced with a cold emotionless glare, he smirked. Thunder rang out and the black clouds that had gathered some time ago began to release rain. He held out his umbrella and opened it.
"Death awaits, huh," he said.
"Death, huh," he whispered. "It's been too long my old friend…too long."
I told you I added Conan-Ai parts didn't I :D gahahaha :D
Next episode, more Conan-Ai and a murder mystery :D there can only be TWO truths.
My bad, it was one :D or was I ;)