Vacancy
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He didn't know why. He didn't know what it was for. He couldn't figure out her motive at all! But the one thing Conan did know, was that if Ai kept this up there would soon be a vacancy in his brain as his sanity took its leave of him.
Another week had passed, but Conan wasn't bored anymore. Oh no, he was too busy jumping at his shadow to be bored, and it wasn't even anything life threatening. Amend that, he was pretty sure Haibara could be life threatening if she felt the need. The fact remained, however, that every time he turned around she was smirking knowingly at him. On top of that she kept dropping these little hints or something.
It had gotten to the point that Conan was noting down everything she did in yet another notebook.
He was carrying around four by now. One for his cases, one for Ai, and two on Kid. Which was, frankly, annoying. His mind kept wandering when he was sorting through information on the thief (Who hadn't shown top hat nor monocle since the incident with Vermouth, two weeks ago!), and he'd filled up most of the space with random nonsense pondering and doodles.
Come to think of it every time she saw him with one of his Kid notebooks out the girl would start snickering. Absently he marked this behavior down in his Ai notebook. Or, well, he tried to until the notebook was snatched right out from beneath his pen.
"Conan-kun!" Mitsuhiko gasped scandalized. The boy was looking at him like he'd just darted his new puppy. Conan wracked his brain in an attempt to figure out if he'd done anything to deserve that kind of look recently.
He hadn't run off on them during the last couple of cases had he? No... he couldn't remember doing so anyway.
"Do you have feelings for Haibara-san?"
Conan blinked. What? Opening his mouth to reply with a scathing 'Who would have feelings for that evil Satan spawn?' he found he never had the chance as a cool voice spoke from behind Mitsuhiko, "Edogawa-kun feels nothing of the sort you are implying toward me, Tsuburaya-kun. He has feelings for someone else."
The annoyed detective was only mildly consoled by Mitsuhiko's apparent mortification and chose, instead, to try and make Haibara spontaneously combust and reveal her secrets with his eyes alone.
"I already told you that was over," Conan growled irately.
Enigmatic smile? Check.
"I never said that's who I meant."
Vague answer? Check.
"They look good in white, though, don't they?"
Weird hint? Underline and Check.
Conan's glare and Mitsuhiko's confused stare drilled holes in Ai's back as she walked away.