Solo
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Conan let his head thump down on his desk in agitation, completely ignoring Kobayashi-sensei's slight confused pause. Here he was, back to the usual drudgery of kiddie school. It had been over a week since the incident with Vermouth and nothing seemed to be happening.
Even his usual track record with murders seemed to have slowed down to a trickle. He was bored out of his mind. Of course, Haibara had been entertained for awhile, they both had, if he was honest with himself. There had been something satisfying about perching on a counter like a miniature harbinger of childlike doom and watching the Black ops member come out of the sedative induced stupor Ai had kept him in.
Of course, Conan wasn't really one for torture, but Ai certainly didn't seem against getting him to start gibbering like he'd ingested truth serum. She hadn't even laid a hand on him.
Okay, so maybe she'd fed him some sort of drug component that seemed to give him the shakes and some sort of nasty hallucinations. Conan couldn't really find it in himself to feel sympathetic.
After she'd finished breaking his mind for information she'd threatened Conan with the same treatment if he tried to go solo like he had again. He had, of course, told her heatedly that he hadn't gone solo, that Kid had been there as well, which had made her look at him funny before getting that enigmatic little smile of her's that scared him worse than anything else.
Somehow, Conan had a feeling she wasn't done torturing him. He was just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
After that they'd handed their little guest over to Jodie-sensei and the FBI. They'd seemed thrilled if not horribly confused about what the devil was going on. Conan had chosen not to enlighten them.
The bell for lunch sounded and he picked his head up off his desk to get up. As Haibara breezed past him she murmured, "Stop pining, you're making the kids worry."
"What?" he asked, genuinely confused.
Haibara shot him an amused, almost pitying look.
A/N: Right so, first person to complain that Conan standing by and letting Ai mindbreak the BO guy, or whatever is OoC gets a knock to the head. Conan's been pretty OoC this whole fic, and its part of what makes it fun. 'Cause he's a snarky little evil brat. The idea of the BO member waking up to see too evil midgets grinning at him really was just too good for me to pass up. I'd've gone over it in more detail, but I unfortunately was trying to stay in my 100 drabble limit and there was still a great deal to cover.
On that note: Those of you who watch my LJ know this already, but The Seduction of Kid is already complete. It just needs to finish being uploaded.