Window
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With a heavy sigh Conan tilted his head back and gazed up at the windows of the Mouri Detective Agency with their words sprawled across them. It was time to get back to the drudgery of playing pretend it seemed. Though, to be honest, it was almost becoming too easy to be Conan. At times he feared he was forgetting who Shinichi was.
His glasses were like a window between him and the rest of the world: Shinichi stood behind the glass peering out, a silent observer unable to say a word to anyone passing by while Conan stood on the other side and directed people, skillfully, away from the man behind the curtain.
It sucked. He wanted to be normal again.
Trotting up the stairs Conan stood on tip toe to reach the doorknob and breezed into the room with a cheerful, "I'm home Ran-neechan!"
There was no answer. Surprised and a bit confused Conan was about to call out again when a grumble came from the nearby desk, "She's not back from her lunch with that girl yet."
Oh, right... Ran had gone out with Sonoko today hadn't she? He felt a bit of a pang at that (Knowing Sonoko's quest to get Ran a boyfriend...), but... There was nothing he could do. They'd both agreed this was for the best even if it hurt.
Ran...
Ran deserved to be happy.
All the same a voice that sounded like Shinichi wondered 'What about me...?'
Conan wasn't certain if that was a selfish thought or not.