Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan. If I did, this would totally be the ending, though.
Oneshot Sixteen
Letdown
Conan stared at the small white pill in hand. This was it, what he had been waiting for so many long months for!
"Is this real?" he asked, afraid that the universe was playing a joke on him.
"As amusing as it would be to get your hopes up only to smash them to itty-bitty pieces, yes; that is the permanent antidote to apoptoxin-4869," Ai stated drily. When her fellow shrunken teen made no move to take it she scowled.
"Go into the bathroom and take it already. That way I will know if it will kill you instead of curing you."
Nodding, Conan walked into the nearby bathroom in a daze, shutting the door behind him. Ai started looking over the sheaf of papers that documented everything she needed to know about the antidote as she drank a mug of coffee, keeping an ear out for the screams that were soon to come.
Only instead of screams of agony there was a furious shout. The loud and unexpected noise startled Ai, who jerked from surprise and ended up spilling her drink over her notes.
"What gives?" the scientist demanded through the bathroom door with a scowl.
After a few choice cusswords on the detective's part, the door opened to reveal Conan rather than Shinichi.
"I dropped the pill down the drain," he admitted ruefully.
Ai deadpanned at him.
". . . Seriously?"
"Sadly enough. May I have another?"
The not-girl took a sip of what little remained in the mug of her coffee.
"Unfortunately, that was the only one I made, and it just so happens that your little outburst destroyed the hardcopy of my notes, which was the only one remaining after Agasa-hakase's computer died last week. Ask me again in a few months." With that, Ai walked off with an aloof air.
"Oi, oi, wait; you can't be serious!" Conan scrambled after her after recovering his wits.