And here is the first chapter, as promised! ;)
It's quite short but don't worry, their size grow as the story progress!
I hope you enjoy and if you have anything to comment, don't hesitate to reveiw! :)
Light was flowing through the window when Conan emerged from his sleep. Like every morning it took him a few seconds to realize where he was. He always had a brief moment, no more than one or two seconds, as he would wake up when he savored the expectancy of meeting Ran at school. But then his memories would always pull him back to reality and make his smile fade away as he recalled still being trapped in the body of a seven year old. This would always leave an acid taste in his mouth and a strange depth in his eyes. The burden on his young body would lighten up a bit though as soon as he saw Ran sleeping not far away. But this morning she wasn't sleeping in her bed.
The young boy wondered where she could have gone so early in the morning before recalling that she was on a three days camping trip with her great friend Sonoko. He sighed. He missed her. Not because she was gone for a few days of course. No, he missed her in a much deeper way, like having lost something very important and not being able to do anything about it. Like he would never be able to spend time with her as whom he truly was, as Shinichi Kudo. The teenager in a child's body slapped himself lightly to stop wondering about what would or what could, it never helped to surrender to his blues. He then jumped from under his covers and walked out of the bedroom. As he passed the living room he heard deep snores coming from the couch. "He's been drinking the whole evening again…" He thought.
Conan walked in the kitchen. He took some milk and some cereals and started to eat breakfast. He looked at the time: 9:12. "Still got forty eight minutes before he gets here. Should be enough. But maybe I'd better wake the old man…" he thought while munching his cereals. As he finished his bowl he put it in the sink and went to wake up the great sleeping detective Kogoro Mouri from his alcoholic slumber.
The said detective was sleeping in a very strange and uncomfortable position. The lower half of his body was resting on the couch and the upper one on the ground, his left cheek pressed on the carpet. The boy wondered how he could even stay in such a position, surely the great amounts of alcohol he had drunk had knocked him out enough to numb pain. Conan sighed and called him.
"Uncle." The man groaned but did not react.
"Uncle Kogoro !" He called a second time with no more result than the first. Knowing that he wouldn't get anything from going on like that he decided to change of method.
He went to the kitchen and poured water in a glass before coming back to the living room and emptying it on the sleeping man's face. He then shouted "Hey old man! Time to wake up!" As he did he quickly went back to the kitchen and put the glass on the table before going back once again to the living room just in time to see the great detective slowly stir from his slumber, not understanding what had just happened. "Ah you're awake!" Said the young boy. "Great, he is going to get there soon so you should probably change yourself uncle…"
Kogoro Mouri looked at him with eyes as empty as a goldfish's head. "Who are you talking about kid ?"
"Well Heiji of course, he said he'd come over to see me today, and he's getting here at ten, so as I said you'd better get yourself changed." Said Conan with a little smile on his face. Smile which broadened greatly when he saw understanding spread on his "uncle's" and when the said man started to rush to clean his looks, and his mind as much, from the aftereffects of alcohol abuse.
The boy sighed, he was still as helpless as ever, things never changed. He leaved the living room for his bedroom to get dressed thinking that this was going to be an good day, having someone like Heiji over was a little relief for Conan as he could act like his real self, not like a seven year old boy. And to find a similar mind to his in Heiji allowed him to discuss many things that others wouldn't understand or that he didn't want them to know. Well, at least it's going to be a good day !