Pest
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Conan hauled in late, fully expecting to find Ran waiting for him, looking furious, and ready to scold him like nothing else. So, when he stepped into the apartment only to find it silent and empty Conan wasn't sure what to think.
"Ran-neechan?" he called softly, voice falling eerily flat in the quiet room.
From room to room the small detective went, checking, and calling, for the girl he'd once given his whole heart to; the girl who'd handed it back well cared for but no longer necessary. It was with a striking amount of confused fear that found Conan standing in the middle of Kogoro's office when he failed to find anyone at all.
Wandering over to the man's desk Conan hefted himself onto his chair and sat there, staring in unfocused confusion at the desk. It was odd, really, that Ran wasn't home at this hour. It was dark out. The fact that Kogoro was missing, however, wasn't surprising.
Standing up in the chair he leaned forward, bracing his hands on the desk and peering through the litter of empty cans and other trash. It took a moment, but he eventually found a note scrawled there, messily, and addressed to Ran. Apparently the pest had gone out to play Mahjong with a few of his friends.
Ha ha... Not surprising...
Still, the question remained, where was Ran?
Confused, and more than a little worried now Conan head back to the main apartment intent on checking it over again.
The alert for a text message went off on both his phones.