"There isn't much meaning to this ring necklace– only a fashion accessory that happened to look like a wedding ring." Eri reread Shinichi's clarification statement out loud from her smartphone before she leaned in to take a sip from her cup of tea. "Never knew you would truly ended up like us, Shinichi-kun."
Her sarcastic remark flew so smoothly from the dining table and across the room to the kitchen, stabbing right through the back of Shinichi's head. He almost dropped the coffee tin that was on his hand for that. What more could he say though? He had been warned by her, way back before this shit happened.
"Well, well. We all know how slow-witted he is when it comes to things like love." Yukiko chuckled, replying her friend's comment as she carefully poured the tea to her own empty cup. On her side was Chiharu who was sitting on her high chair. She would've been giggling at her dad's misery right at this moment if she wasn't busy eating the tea cookies on her small plate.
"That's why, marrying a detective is the last thing I ever recommended." The bespectacled woman said, slightly mocking. "Poor Ai-chan."
If only Shinichi could curse, he would've done it by now. But all the words uttered by these two older women had beaten up his conscience pretty well that he could only put on a dry smile to his lips.
"And here I am. Not only do I miss Yuu-chan, I couldn't get to celebrate our first Christmas as one big family with my daughter-in-law too." The ex-actress pouted to no one in particular. However, it poked Shinichi's senses that his mom was deliberately doing it so he would do something about this situation soon.
It had almost been two months since his separation with Ai and things had died down pretty quick after he gave his clarification statement full of lies about his ring. Yet, reviving his marriage was much more difficult than he had ever imagined. With Ai's claim for them to wait until spring, Shinichi could do nothing except to follow her request. It was, after all, the only way for him to show his respect on her decision.
While the Kudo Residence seemed to miss its mistress, it was obvious Shinichi was the one who felt the loss the most. Despite his mom came to help him with Chiharu and the chores, still, every corner of the premise kept reminding him of her. The memory of their days spent together in the house was boring a great hole deep inside his heart– a hole that only her presence could fill in.
Not to say that night time was the hardest time of the day for Shinichi. As he flipped himself back and forth to his sides, his eyes were hardly showing any signs of drowsiness. He was tired, his body was aching and his mind was exhausted. He knew he needed his good night rest for the day to come, yet the coldness coming from her side of the bed wouldn't let him get a wink of sleep.
Snuggling to her pillow didn't help him either. Her scent was no longer there when the bedsheets were changed for washing. Calling her through the phone did nothing but torment him all the more. Her voice was untouchable after all, while what he needed was something more than just that– he needed all of her. All this time it was his rationality that was holding him back, and he knew he would certainly run to her front door once he did lose it, breaking all the gates only to pull her into his arms. In the end, it was his fatigue that was putting his brain to rest for most of the time.
Now that he understood all these longing feelings, he felt sorry for his dad who was consequentially dragged into this.
"Anyway, what are you so busy with, Shin-chan? Isn't Saturday your day off?" Yukiko asked with concern as she watched her son brew another dose of coffee for himself. He had had his third mug by now and he still needed more. As far as she remembered, he didn't bring any case files back to the study last night, so she knew it couldn't be because he was working on a case.
"I was invited as one of the guest stars for next week's live evening talk show, so I'm preparing for the interview right now." He plainly replied.
"A live TV interview?" Both Yukiko and Eri asked, dumbfounded.
"Mhmm." Shinichi nodded while his hands kept working on his coffee. "Hattori and Hakuba will be featured as well. I guess it will be like a special episode for the Christmas eve."
Listening to his explanation, the two older women turned their heads to look at each other. As if their eyes were the ones that silently did the talking, each of them were showing their thoughts of suspicion.
There was barely any big case this year that was worth a special scope on the year end's show, more so an interview with the famous detective of the East or with the other two. Moreover, who in the right mind would watch a talk show discussing crimes during the Christmas eve? Even singles would prefer to go partying out there or stuck up with a movie marathon rather than watching such a lame talk show.
Unless…
Eri threw a coded nod to her friend as she took the ear of her tea cup. Yukiko replied her with a smile, a sign that she understood.
…the show is going to mention his recent gossip as well.
"Say, what questions are they going to ask, Shin-chan?" Yukiko pried. "You know, maybe I could be of help since I've been receiving a lot of those stuffs during my golden days."
"They're pretty much about the cases I've solved this year and how I solved them." Shinichi said as he walked closer to the ladies with his just-brewed hot coffee. He came to pat Chiharu's head, feeling sorry for being caught up with work even during his weekend.
"Just that?"
"Yeah, just that."
The little girl looked up to her dad, smiling so brightly. As if she understood his distress, she offered the cookie in her hand to him as a token to cheer him up. Shinichi smiled softly before he leaned in and took the cookie in one bite, not forgetting to utter his thanks.
"This…" He muttered as he licked the rest of the cookie crumbs clean.
The flavour that lingered on his tongue was so subtle, sweet but addictive even to those who didn't have a sweet tooth. It tasted lemony and chewy, like the tea cookies his wife once baked on one fine weekend afternoon months ago. It was something he never forgot, for it was the first time he knew that she could bake. He was so sure no one else could bake such a balanced healthy-yet-unhealthy-if-you-eat-it-too-much cookie except her.
So, how did they have these cookies here?
Watching her son's reactions upon eating the cookie, Yukiko grinned mischievously. She knew he wouldn't contain himself once he heard her name now, so she purposely slipped her tongue out and rubbed salt into his wound.
"Ai-chan came here yesterday afternoon and brought these cookies for me and Chii-chan. Too bad, you were home quiet late that you missed her visit." Yukiko said so cheerfully. Then, she took a cookie and ate it while humming to her heart out. She cupped her cheek as she savoured the sweets. "Ah~ It tastes so delicious that I can't help but asked Eri-chan to come and have a tea with us today."
True enough, the nerve in his head was snapped. Shinichi knew his mom was doing this on purpose, but he couldn't lie when anger, disappointment, and envy were mixed into one big lump in his throat. It was the first time Ai came to this house after their split-up, yet he was left clueless of it. Furthermore, she was bringing cookies for her mother-in-law and their little girl, but she brought nothing for him. Damn, didn't she realize that he missed her too?
"I-is that so?" He said with a smile that was cracking and cheeks that were flushing. He was trying to hold his breaking emotions and to stay composed. "Well, enjoy your tea time then."
Yukiko and Eri watched him leave the kitchen afterwards, not missing the dejected look on his face.
"You're such a bully." The female attorney commented once the detective was completely out of their sight.
"He surely needs that though." Yukiko sighed. "He won't do anything lest we do something to push him. But, oh well, that TV interview is kinda interesting."
It had been twenty eight years since she was retired from the screen, but she knew nothing had really changed with the way the audience reacted to news and gossips. Although Shinichi had made a short clarification statement which killed the rumour before it got worse, Yukiko was so sure his fans were still unsatisfied with it.
So, the director of the up coming talk show was probably making use of this chance to raise its rating by inviting Shinichi to their special live broadcast. As to not make it too obvious, they also invited the other two young detectives and arranged some general questions related to their line of work. While the truth was that they wanted to scrape down the gossip's juices all for themselves.
Of course, Yukiko won't let this opportunity slipped out from her grasp. Looking at how inexperience her son was with such kind of entertainment show, she was wishing he would accidentally let his pent up true feelings for the strawberry blonde out of the bag when the emcee threw some spontaneous questions.
Because of that, she was going to make sure Ai watch the show as well.
How exciting. She thought.
While Eri curled her lips wryly at her friend's impish behaviour, Yukiko was all smiling excitedly as she took out her phone and typed something on it. Her smile was getting wider once she pressed the send button, as if everything had been planned out.
What was left to do was to hope for everything to work out well.
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"Ai-chan~ Can I have a sleepover at your house tonight?" Ayumi sweetly asked her strawberry blonde best friend as she was done putting her shoes on, ready to go home.
Ai was stunned by the sweet girl's sudden self-invitation. She was a bit hesitating at first, although she smiled softly in the end.
"Sure, Yoshida-san." She replied which earned her a squeal and a tight hug from Ayumi.
It surely felt odd for Ai. She used to rush out during this time of the day to pick Chiharu up from her day care. But ever since Yukiko had taken over her task in taking care of the little girl, she didn't have to do that any longer. She had gotten herself so much free time now that she was back to join the detective boys in their old after-school routine. And since she was also coming back to the Professor's house, her everyday pattern only seemed to return to how it used to before her marriage.
Even so, she had to admit that there was this empty feeling deep down in her heart. It was too bare that it was aching, like a hollow that was giving off a long reverberation cry of sorrow. Because she knew that not everything was the same as it was back then, especially her things with the detective.
She was thankful that her mother-in-law and their little girl would come over to her house few times a week. Once or twice would Eri join them as well. Finally, it was only the previous week had she braced herself to visit them in the Kudo Residence. But still, the loneliness it brought once the visits were over was unavoidable.
Having all the space for herself was no longer as enjoyable as before, which she found it amusing considering she was that kind of a person who liked to keep people at bay. While she used to feel annoyed every time Shinichi invaded her personal boundaries too much, only now did she realize that his intrusion was actually comforting.
Damn, now.
She had been doing this part so perfectly well before this. Now that she had his heart, it was getting harder for her to play cold towards her own feelings. Unlike years ago when she was stuck in her unrequited affections for him, her yearning feeling for him was now burning her heart out.
Perhaps this was the price she had to pay for being greedy, but was it so wrong to want everything to herself?
"So you guys are having a sleepover tonight? How nice…" Genta joined their conversation with a hint of jealousy in his voice.
"It's because Ayumi's dad and mom are going somewhere tonight and won't be back until tomorrow." Ayumi explained. "So I'm all alone."
"Same goes for me!" Mitsuhiko said. "And I'm all alone since onee-san has left the house last year."
"If it's like that, then why don't we all go to Haibara-san's house today and celebrate the Christmas eve until we all pass out?" Yuuto suddenly appeared from behind the opposite rows of their shoe lockers. "I will bring Haru-chan too. The more the merrier, isn't it?"
Everyone's faces shone brightly the instant they heard his idea. They excitedly agreed to it without asking for the house's owner first and started to plan the sleepover arrangement. Ai let them. After all, it was better this way rather than spending the Christmas eve alone, wasn't it?
Meanwhile, Yuuto was glad he could be of help to cheer his one-sided crush up. Despite his effort to control himself from prying into her personal problem, he could clearly see that Ai was feeling down recently. Judging by how bad she looked like, he assumed that things hadn't been so good between her and the detective ever since the rumour started. Watching her so somehow hurt his conscience. He had to do something, he thought, even if he had to rely on his pet to make her smile. He was doing it only as a friend, that was.
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The Professor's house had never been merrier than now ever since he moved to England almost three years ago. With the detective boys, Yuuto, and Haru gathered in there, the kitchen counter was overflown with foods and snacks as if they were ready to spend all night long playing games and watching movies. Of course, there was no alcohol allowed as warned by Ai since they were still underage. Lucky, Agasa wasn't here or else, he would get a lot of hurdles to control his appetite so he won't cheat on his diet.
"Ah! It's starting! It's starting!" Ayumi exclaimed as she took the TV remote and changed the game that the boys had been playing to a TV channel.
"H-hey! What are you doing, Ayumi?!" Genta protested, while Mitsuhiko and Yuuto were left dumbfounded at the sudden turn of event on the TV screen. Ai who was sitting on the kitchen stool all this time with Haru by her feet was also surprised.
"Geez, didn't you guys say you want to watch tonight's talk show?" Ayumi reminded. "Shinichi-niisan and Heiji-niichan are the guest stars tonight, remember?"
"Ah, right!" Genta and Mitsuhiko almost forgot about it.
The atmosphere was filled with excitement again in no time. The freckled boy was now talking about some interesting trivia facts that the show would be discussing, while the plump boy replied with amusement. They somehow recalled they once had this dream to be featured on TV shows and be famous– it was such an old dream during their elementary years.
Ayumi and Yuuto laughed together with them, but the corners of their eyes didn't miss to catch the perturbed look on the strawberry blonde. A mix of sadness and longing were clearly transpired on her face, putting hesitation altogether that churned her stomach into a knot. She clasped her lips so hard into a thin line and curled her fingers into fists. She quietly tried to repress her emotions as she listened to the two boys mention her husband's name several times.
"Sorry, but I'll take a short walk outside." Ai excused herself before she completely failed to hold her pent up feelings. "I've eaten too much that I feel bloated up now."
How screw up she was, she thought. She only caught a glimpse of his name on her ears and she was already nearing to the point of self-breaking. She was even going as far as making a lame excuse to get out of here as to not let anyone see her shattered.
"Eh? But–" Ayumi worried.
"You can record it for me if that's your concern, Yoshida-san." Ai softly told her with a forced smile. "I will watch it later."
She was too tired to play her I-am-alright stance right now, and she didn't really care by now whether Ayumi had noticed the things happened between her and the detective or not. She had always been a sharp girl after all, so it would be just a matter of time before she knew everything.
Who knew that perhaps the reason she invited herself to a sleepover at her house was actually to make her watch this TV show together? It was as if she was trying to make things right between her and Shinichi. In which, it reminded her of those times years ago, when Ayumi used to hint some questions as to why she gave him her cold shoulders. It was funny indeed that once again, the sweet girl was caught up in between their complicated affair. All in all, she appreciated her concern even though she wasn't ready to burst herself out in front of her and everyone else just yet.
"Let me go with you." Yuuto suddenly said. "I also need to take Haru-chan for a walk."
Before Ai could utter her rejection, the soccer captain had already took Haru's leash and got into his shoes in the genkan. As thick-headed as the other two boys were, they asked Ai and Yuuto to buy some more snacks while they were at it. This unpredicted scenario had left Ayumi speechless that she threw her tantrum over the thoughtless boys a moment later.
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Their walk was filled with silence. Not even a word came out from them except their rhythmic footsteps that followed their shadows. The sky was dark, but the streets were as bright as the day. So many houses were still lit up, suggesting that those families were wide awake celebrating the jolly holiday night.
The bell to the convenience store greeted them as they stepped into the entrance. They strode down the corridor between the display racks, still in silence, and took some snacks and drinks their friends had asked them to buy.
"The total would be…" The cashier said once he was done checking out their stuffs. Ai didn't hear the rest of his words though. Her attention was all used up on the cashier's smartphone that he put down on the table before he served them. There, on the screen, she saw him– Kudo Shinichi, her husband– being interviewed by the emcee. Too bad she couldn't hear what they were talking about for the plugged headset.
"Why don't you just watch the show if you want to see him that much?" Yuuto asked on their walk back to her house. After observing Ai for awhile, he seemed to have a glance of what the rumour had brought to her marriage. Those hurtful eyes of hers that he just saw confirmed his intuition, and it broke his heart more than when the first time he saw her kiss the detective.
Really, he could've used this chance for himself, yet here he was, helping Ayumi play the cupid role.
The sudden question surprised her greatly. Did he, perhaps, notice her staring at the cashier's phone? Hiding her sour face to her side, she kept her mouth shut. Just because they were friends now– well, more like he forced himself to befriending her though– didn't mean she was obliged to answer such a personal question, right?
Yuuto furrowed his eyebrows and sighed. He understood that she didn't want to open up to him just yet. She was truly a girl with a heart that was really hard to get.
"You know, it takes two persons to play the game you're in right now, and it takes two to flourish a marriage." He said when he was sure Ai wouldn't answer his previous question. "That's when honesty comes in between, faithful is to follow. That's what my parents always say."
At that, her sour look was gone almost instantly, replaced with her wide eyes once again. She didn't expect him to say such encouraging words, but it rang deep enough to her ears that a part of her started to crumble.
"You should be honest with yourself, Haibara-san. Not everything goes by the logic."
Her defense mechanism was collapsing right at that moment, it was barely holding out her true tears. In spite of her last attempt to keep her cry to herself, she knew she could no longer lie to her own feeling.
She missed him.
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It was midnight and in accordance to what they had planned, the teenagers had truly passed out from watching hours of movies, drinking, and snacking. They were now all sleeping on the futons on the floor of the Professor's living room, covered in thick blankets. It was such a familiar scene, like the ones they used to have during their camp outs.
Everyone was asleep except for the strawberry blonde.
She was the only one who was still wide awake in this ungodly hour. She was sitting on the sofa, hugging both her legs so close to her chest while she was all wrapped up in a blanket like a cocoon. The only thing that accompanied her was the illuminating light coming from the TV screen. It was playing the talk show that she intentionally missed this evening– the one that was featuring her husband. She was thankful as much as amazed that Ayumi really recorded it as told by her. Because of that, she didn't need to wait for the rerun hour to watch it.
Ai tightened her hug on her legs as she saw her detective welcomed to the stage. Her heart was beating too fast that she unknowingly held her breath. Her slightly wet eyes lingered on his features, observing him. She was glad he looked as fine as he had always been even when she wasn't around anymore.
She drowned the lower half of her face into her arms, hiding her flushing cheeks that she had got from suppressing her aching heart. Her ears were listening to his voice as he answered question by question that were thrown by the emcee. He sounded as smug as ever, like the cheeky brat he was whom she had always known.
Albeit, his eyes were really bad at hiding the truth– at least not from her. As if those dark blue orbs of his were telling her everything, she knew that he was actually restless and tired. That he was needing her as much as she was needing him.
The blush on her cheeks darkened as she caught him say something she was least expecting. Wide eyes turned to weepy at once although the smile on her lips was contradicting the grief the tears should have brought.
Taking out her phone, she went over to the chat app. Her thumb slid down through the screen in search for a name that she was so overly familiar with. She typed something so quick before she put her phone back to its place beside her. Her soft smile still lingered on her lips, and a look of pure bliss was transpired on her face. Her shoulders felt light, like she had accomplished some weighty missions right on the cue of time.
She knew– oh, she just knew because her soul was connected to him– that he was still awake even though the time showed it was already way past midnight. She got a hunch that he was probably too astonished, too flabbergasted to reply her message fast. She was waiting though. And she had her hope up that this would be the start of something new between them.
Truly, it felt nice when she was being honest with herself.
As minutes passed by, his voice talking with the emcee was drowsing Ai to sleep. Cheers and laughter from the audience were fading as she rested her head on her arms. Despite the weird sleeping position she was in, Ai fell into the best slumber she had ever had in these past two months.
Her phone's screen was lit up when a new message came in– finally, he sent his reply. Too bad, she was already in the dreamland while he was still up waiting for her to reply him back.
Well, she could've just read and apologize when Christmas morning came anyway.
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"So, in regard to the recent rumour, we all know from your statement letter that the ring necklace you're wearing isn't actually a wedding ring." The emcee said. "But now, everyone here is wondering when are you going to give up your status as a single bachelor, Kudo-san?"
Everyone in the studio were all laughing at that, except for Heiji who had known his friend's marriage and Shinichi whose brain was drained to find some half-lie replies for that spontaneous question. Both of them tried so hard to be as natural as possible though. Screw this, the question wasn't even in the rundown given by the TV crew prior to the broadcast!
Sensing that the detective was tongue-tied, the emcee redid his question as to keep the euphoria of the audience.
"Whoever your girlfriend is, I'm sure she must be really lucky when you propose to her." He said with a bit of a push.
"Nah, I don't think she would agree to your statement." Shinichi said, trying to laugh the emcee off. He chuckled at how his wife would react if someone ever told her that, unaware that he had went into the emcee's trap.
"Ehh? Impossible!" The emcee excitedly responded while squeals and yells were coming from the audience. "She must have been waiting for you to ask her, don't you think?"
That was then Shinichi realized he had slipped his tongue out. Cold sweats were forming on his head as he turned to Heiji for some help. Fool was the only word he received from his Osakan friend.
"W-well, no. I mean it's…" Shinichi hurriedly clarified, although he ended up stuttering.
He was going to tell them some pretty white lies like he usually did, but somehow his conscience won't let him. Soon, his fake smile was falling apart and he was looking hurt instead. Indeed, she wasn't his girlfriend– she was literally his wife, for god's sake. But he couldn't say it here, could he?
The studio turned silent shortly after, noticing the change of his expression. The astounded emcee, the amused Heiji and Hakuba, the stupefied audience, everyone was waiting for the detective to continue his speech. Shinichi pressed his lips into a thin line, almost losing his words. All that was left in his word bank was the deepest truth he felt about her and so it was all he had got to say.
"She is more like my dear lifetime partner rather than my girlfriend. And I don't know if she ever wanted to be the latter." He finally said with a smile that was cracking. He was struggling with his own suppressed emotions as to not look too miserable to the audience. "So instead of her, it is me who will be the luckiest guy on Earth if she agreed to go out with me."
His reply sounded so bitter yet so sweet to everyone in the studio. It left such a high impression within the audience, and it surely was a more satisfying answer to silent the rumour rather than his previous clarification statement.
"So–" The emcee was going to ask another question, but everything turned black all of a sudden. Only a reflection of two persons was seen on the screen, and that was Shinichi's and Yukiko's.
"Geez, can you please stop rewinding that part, mom?" Shinichi rolled his eyes as he put the TV remote back to the coffee table. "And why haven't you gone to sleep?"
He had seen his mom excitedly replaying that part of the recording for the umpth time tonight– when he just came back from the TV station, when he just done taking his bath, and now when he was going to retreat to his room. By the look of it, he could guess she had been rewatching it countlessly since this evening.
"Aww, when it almost reached the good part." Yukiko pouted, protesting to her son's sudden interference to her midnight enjoyment. Shinichi replied her only with a dry smile.
Noticing how spent he was, Yukiko said nothing else to tease her son further. She only smiled from ear to ear as she stood up. She was all flowery from head to toe; her mood was so yellow.
"Oh well, I'll turn in for the night then." She said, patting Shinichi's shoulders a bit harder than she needed to, then she left the living room while humming to her heart's content.
Shinichi let out a very long sigh once his mom was completely out of his view. He was clueless as to what in that part of his interview that made her so happy. If only he knew that everything was going to the direction of what his mom had predicted… well, he was too tired to think about that though. All he needed was his sleep now, but he knew he would only get a sleepless ones instead. He wasn't in the mood to engulf himself in his work either.
This short span separation had taken its toll on him, it seemed. He was so certain this was also why he felt so screwed up during the last part of his interview that he replied the emcee with such an honest answer.
Shit. How would his fans react now that he had publicly said he had someone he loved? He even gave an implicit hint about her altogether with an implicit confession– that was if she watched the interview though. He just hoped no one was smart enough to notice who he was talking about.
His train of thoughts was cut when he felt a sudden vibration coming from his phone. Turned out it was a message from someone whom he least expected– his wife. So, he was standing there, stupefied. His eyes were as wide as his phone screen, rereading her name on the chat notification over and over again. He wasn't dreaming, was he?
She would surely be the unluckiest girl on the planet if you ever asked her out, Tantei-san. You looked awful by the way. She said.
Shinichi blushed so madly upon reading her message. Did it mean she was watching his interview just now? Did it mean she heard his spontaneous heartfelt confession?
And despite the mockery on her last line, Shinichi couldn't help but to feel so overly happy. He knew her message was never meant for an insult. In fact, he knew full well that everything she said had always been a hidden mean of care for him. This time was no different. She must have been observing him so closely through the screen to even see that he was indeed feeling terrible in the inside.
He was too elated that his thumb went unwittingly over to the call button. He almost pressed it when the grandfather clock chimed two times, loudly telling him that it was already way past midnight. He was startled then he slapped his own foolishness, sheepishly scolded himself as he realized how fervent he was to hear her voice and to feel her close to him.
It had been two months since the last they talked to each other. So wouldn't it feel awkward if he were to call her in this ungodly hour? Besides, he had known himself that he would lose all his rationality if he were to hear her voice now, and he wasn't sure if that was what she wanted from him too. So he decided to send her a reply in the end.
He couldn't calm down once he saw a mark that notify his reply was received on her device. He felt his stomach churning from excitement, then his heart raced as he wondered what her next reply would be.
Dang, this twisted sequence in their relationship would soon kill him.
She was his wife and they had done so much more than just exchanging messages. They were bound by their rings and their souls yet, why did he feel like he just pressed the reset button? It was funny indeed, to think that their marriage would regress like this. However, he had a hunch that this would be the start of something new to their marriage.
There were still four months left before the spring came. Until then, doing things like how a normal couple usually did wouldn't seem so bad, would it? Who knew it would be a good start to get her back in his life?
Author's Note: Thank you, thank you so much for waiting! (hugs). And I am so sorry for the super-duper late update this week (sob). As a token of apology, I made this chapter almost two times longer than the usual chapter. I just hope you wouldn't get bored when reading this.
And once again, I don't think I would make it for this fic's update next week since I'd be joining the Secret Santa this year (this is my first time joining the event, so please wish me luck!). Truth be told, this was actually one of the reasons why I was late with this chapter update too. I guess I was too caught up writing the prompt.
Anyway, I hope you like this chapter as much as the other. And as always, please drop in your reviews and comments. Merry Christmas and happy reading!
Disclaimer: All characters of Detective Conan are belong to Aoyama Gosho. I don't own any single of them.