A/N: Oh, God. While trying to select this chapter to copy and paste it here, I accidentally pressed the space bar on my iPad. Had a heart attact, looked up how to undo, and now I realized there was a button in the corner by the ABC key. Always good to know...

Lunch break rolled around and it had been eeriely calm all morning in Ekoda High School class 2-B. Much too calm.

Students walked in clusters, each of them watching each other's backs. Teachers were paranoid, barely able to continue their lesson in peace. Nakamori Aoko was especially worried. Her childhood bestest friend was quiet. Looking out the window. Quietly.

"Say, Kaito." Aoko began once lunch break started. Kuroba Kaito looked at her, a blank look on his face. "A-Are you feeling alright?" Aoko knew that he still wouldn't be acting so... so... out of it even if he had caught something. He would usually still have his signature grin and mischevious pranks.

But Kaito only sighed. "She wasn't really my *imouto. But it still feels like she was. She could at least said goodbye to her not-really-onii-san." He mumbled.

"Eh?" Aoko was beyond confused. And disturbed. Kaito had a little sister. No, wait. He didn't have a little sister? She left. But are they related?

Aoko yelled out in frustration and pulled out a mop from seemingly no where. Kaito snapped out of his trance and jumped out of his seat to avoid his childhood friend's mop-fu. "Say things that make sense, BaKaito!" Aoko roared, using the insulting nickname she gave Kaito. She swung the mop, aiming for Kaito's spiky hair.

"What did I do now, Ahoko?!" Kaito countered back with her nickname. He shifted to the left just in time as the mop whipped passed his ear.

"You're creeping everyone out! You're not acting normal and it's scaring everyone!" She then threw the mop, hitting Kaito square in the chest. She huffed in annoyance. "Give a better explanation."

"I-"

"He's sulking because his favorite Tantei is gone." A British accented voice interrupted. Kaito looked at Saguru Hakuba questionably. "Isn't that right, Kaitou Kid?" Hakuba sneered.

Kaito groaned. "Not this again. Listen, for the thousandth time, I'm not Kaitou Kid!"

"Then do tell, why are you sad?" A smirk was glued onto the half-brit's face.

"Someone I was close to left. She was like an imouto to me." Kaito pouted. "She didn't even come to say bye."

Hakuba rolled his eyes. That idiot thief actually got close to that little detective. "What did she look like?"

"She had glasses, pigtails, and-" Kaito paused. He almost just gave himself away. "she was a middle schooler and was German." Smooth Kaito, he thought to himself sarcastically. Real smooth.

"Hmm. Are you sure she wasn't a Teitan Elementary School student, 2'6", 52.9lbs, from Japanese decent?" Hakuba said with a wry smile.

Kaito and Aoko looked at him, slightly horrified. Kaito then cleared his throat. "It's really creepy that you know such exact numbers, Hakuba. But, you're wrong. She's in middle school and is German." He tried, sticking with the same story he used before.

Hakuba smirked. He walked to his seat as the bell rang, signaling lunch break was over. "Whatever you say." He said slyly.

Shinichi was irritated. At what? Nothing really. She was just annoyed.

Then, she felt depressed.

Then, she felt oddly happy.

Haibara Ai watched Shinichi with amusement as her moods quickly shifted. After returning to her normal body, Shinichi was flooded with all these 'fun' teenage hormones and feelings.

"Haibara. When can I leave my house? I need to see Ran." She said with longing in her voice. They were currently in Shinichi's library, sitting and waiting.

"Not yet." She looked down at her notes. "I still need to monitor you."

Shinichi groaned. "I thought the whole point of taking the antidote yesterday was so I could see Ran today."

"Stop complaining. I'll let you go see her around five." Haibara promised. She grabbed a pencil and wrote on her notes, 'Subject becomes whiney and annoying. Wait, when was that ever different?'

Shinichi looked over her shoulder and rolled her eyes at what the Evil Eyed Yawny Girl wrote. You just had to write down that last part, didn't you, Shinchi thought, irritated once again.

"Please let me go, Haibara. I need to see Ran." Shinichi resorted to pleading after her anger had dissipated. She was feeling depressed again.

"You don't need to see her. You want to see her."

"Please. Ai, please." Shinichi hung her head down. She felt low. Pleading to Haibara like this was shameful, but she couldn't help it. Her teenage estrogen was longing for her crush. Badly.

Haibara was taken aback. Shinichi had used her first name. Was she stupid, or really that desperate?

She sighed. Both, probably. "You have an hour." Shinichi look up with newfound hope. "But. If you come back any later, I will personally chain you to your chair until I'm done observing you."

Shinichi shivered inwardly, knowing that she wasn't kidding. "I'll be back in an hour." She jumped out of her chair, changed out of her pajama's, and ran out door.

She was happy again. She couldn't wait to surprise Ran. It took her twenty minutes to sprint to Mouri agency. She could've done it faster, but her body was still exhausted from the recent change.

She quickly jogged up the steps of the agency, tripping over a few. She stood at Ran's door, hand ready to knock. But, she stopped herself.

"What if I put Ran in danger by coming here?" Shinichi muttered to herself. Before, it didn't matter as much since she would usually just change back to Conan. What about now? Would going to school attract attention? Enough for the Black Organization to notice Kudo Shinichi wasn't dead?

Shinichi groaned, letting her hand fall to the side. "This was a terrible idea." She sank to the ground and leaned against the wall.

"S-Shinichi?" Shinichi looked toward the stairs. Ran stood there, groceries in hand, surprised. "Shinichi?" She asked with more confidence.

Shinichi sighed. Well, looks like I have no choice now. "Ah, Happy Birthday, Ran." She stood up and gave her a nervous smile.

Ran gasped, dropped the groceries, and kicked Shinichi in the face. "Gah!" She yelled out in pain. Shinichi fell to the ground, bleeding from her nose. "Ouch! What the hell, Ran!?"

Shinichi then felt warmth surround her. All frustration and some of the pain disappeared. She accepted the hug Ran was giving her. "S-Stupid!" Ran cried. "Why didn't you call?"

Guilt began to bubble up in Shinichi's stomach. "Sorry, Ran. You know. Cases." She said lamely. They sat there, hugging each other until Shinichi interrupted the moment, "Um, Ran. I might be bleeding on your shirt."

"Ah," Ran pulled away, leaving Shinichi lonely and cold, "come in. I'll clean up your face." She stood up and held out a hand to Shinichi.

Shinichi nodded and gratefully took her hand. Ran pulled her up and led her inside.

Once Shinichi was on the couch, Ran cleaned her nose with a wet tissue. Silence filled the room. If I'm endangering Ran's life for this awkward, silent moment, Shinichi thought as Ran walked away with the bloody tissues, then I will purposely go back to Haibara late.

"Ran." Shinichi called, trying to break the awkwardness. Ran walked back in with more tissues. "I'm done with the cases."

No reply.

"I'm done with all my cases and will be going to school again." Shinichi tried again.

Silence. She wouldn't even look at her in the eye.

"Ran, look at me-"

"I heard you." Shinichi's eyes widened at how fragile Ran's voice sounded. "I'm happy." She looked up at Shinichi with glassy eyes. Her voice cracked, "So happy. This is the best present you've given me."

Her tears fell onto Shinichi open hand. Shinichi stared at them. She was beginning to feel sad again, but this time it wasn't caused by her hormones.

"D-Don't ever leave again, S-Shinichi. Pl-Please." Ran begged looking up to her with sorrowful eyes.

Shinichi closed her eyes, not wanting to see Ran's crying face. "I've caused you to hurt, haven't I?" She said softly.

Ran silently nodded, tears leaving little trails down her cheek. Shinichi grabbed her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "I promise. I won't leave again."

And Ran pulled her childhood friend in for a long, comforting hug.

"How sweet." Not too far away from the agency, a venomous voice rang out. The very building Kid had used to spy on Conan the night before, was occupied again.

The woman had long, curly blond hair, was clothed in all black, and had the most vicious gaze. She smirked, watching the two friends have their moment through a pair of binoculars.

"But aren't Bullets a bit too dangerous for Angels?"

*Surprisingly, not many people knew imouto meant "little sister" when they read over my story...

A/N: Is it just me, or is my vocabulary getting less and less creative?