Kaito's eyelids jerked upward as he gasped out a sound resembling, "OhmyGod!" As the horrific remnants of a dream involving an ice skating rink filled with a certain aquatic creature, mops, and Hakuba reluctantly retreated back into his mind and his heart rate began returning to normal, Kaito glanced around his room. It appeared that everything was as it should be - he was lying on his bed in his house, not hugging the wall of an ice skating rink with a mop-wielding Hakuba cackling behind him, and there were no... f-finny things in sight.
Pondering whether or not he had accidentally ingested a large amount alcohol the previous night and unwittingly induced such a nightmare, Kaito trudged into the bathroom, reintroduced his toothbrush to his teeth for a couple minutes, and started for the kitchen.
Suddenly he froze. From the hallway, he could hear a childlike yet serious voice saying something from inside.
"... for my troubles. Okay? Don't be surprised when we get there."
Who is that? It took Kaito a moment to place the voice - identifying it as Edogawa Conan's. Who's he talking to?
Deciding it might be best to simply ask the kid, Kaito turned into the kitchen, spotting Conan standing with one hand still on the phone.
"Conan-kun?" he called tentatively. The small figure jerked and whipped around, Conan's face arranged in an expression of surprise.
There was an awkward pause, during which Kaito stood there, watching the wide-eyed six-year-old with eyebrows raised, and Conan did the same, although he was mostly going a delicate pink and blinking while appearing to be at a loss for words.
"Kaito-niichan, good morning," the kid finally chirped, breaking the uncomfortable silence. "I couldn't sleep, so I wanted to call Professor Agasa and tell him that we were going to go see him today!"
"Ah, I see." Kaito refrained from making any further comments as he started for the refrigerator. "I'll start preparing breakfast, then." As Conan gave another overenthusiastic response and flew out of the room, making airplane noises, Kaito let his grip on the refrigerator slacken.
His mind had been made up.
Edogawa Conan was most definitely not who he said he was.
So I'm going to try to get back to daily updates. Let's see how grandly this fails.