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Phone Conversations	By : Jelp Category: +. to F > Detective Conan/Case Closed Views: 10057 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Phone Conversations

Chapter 2: See What I’m Wearing?

            "Conan-kun!"

            Conan could hear someone calling his name, but the voice sounded far away as though someone had left a phone nearby with the person's voice coming through barely audible via the receiver.

            "Conan-kun!"

            The voice came louder this time, and he realized he recognized it as Ayumi's voice.

            "Edogawa-kun."

            Conan's head shot up as *that* voice, the stern voice of Kobayashi-sensei set him on full alert. A few of his classmates giggled, and Conan realized that he had fallen asleep in class. A blush rose on his cheeks as a few of the seven-year-olds in his class began whispering. Conan's hand rose to shift his falling glasses back into position before giving a sheepish look to Kobayashi-sensei.

            "Ye-yes, sensei?" Conan asked in his best I-know-I've-been-caught-but-I'm-too-adorable-to-really-be-in-trouble voice. Her expression softened a little. Conan was surprised that it seemed to work on her, before her eyes narrowed. Perhaps it hadn't.

            "Were you up late working on another case, again?" Kobayashi-sensei asked.

            "Eh?" Conan asked, giving her a strange look.

            "Mooou! I knew it! Come on, you never tell me these things unless I ask!"

            "Ano-sa..."

            "Ninzaburou-kun usually tells me about his cases, but you seem to get involved in even more than he does!"

            "Ninzaburou-kun?" Ayumi piped up happily. Kobayashi-sensei's eyes went beady as she realized her slip.

            "Uh, I mean Shiratori-keibu." She cleared her throat and tried, and failed, to sound more stern. "Conan-kun, you cannot fall asleep in class unless, of course, it is because you were awake for a really important case. When that happens, you must tell me of what is going on so I can be aware and help keep you awake during class. After all, if you fall asleep, how will you learn how to be a better detective? Come see me after class."

            With that, Kobayashi-sensei went back to teaching.

            "Really?" Conan couldn't help but laugh. He wasn't surprised. Kobayashi-sensei had not been a strict teacher since they had found out how much she loved children. And obviously she had a soft spot for anything to do with mysteries. While he had had a case last night, it wasn't the reason he had been up late. Hopefully anyone who saw his blush would think it was due to his embarrassment at being caught sleeping in class.

            There was no way that he could explain that he was up so late because he’d been having phone sex with Ran. Idly Conan hoped that Ran had been able to get back to sleep and wasn’t sleeping in class. He could only imagine Sonoko asking Ran about it. He was pretty sure that Sonoko knew they were official, but he really hoped Ran hadn’t told Sonoko about what they did over the phone.

            "You're not getting a cold from too little sleep, are you?" Haibara asked, her voice quiet as Kobayashi's lesson continued.

            "Of course not!" Conan said, hoping Haibara wouldn't ask too many questions as to why he wasn't sleeping well recently.

            "That's a shame," Haibara murmured. Conan turned to glare at her.

            "Sorry for not being sick," he grumbled.

            "You know, the antidotes seem to work better when you have a cold," Haibara murmured, her tone indicating she knew it would grab his attention.

            "Do you have another antidote you want me to test?" Conan asked hopefully.

            "Perhaps, if you are a good boy and pay attention for the rest of the class."

            The thought about returning to his body again, even for a short period, was enough of an adrenaline jolt to keep him awake for the rest of the class. At the end of the school day he made sure to tell Kobayashi-sensei about the case he had encountered the night before, leaving out the details of what he had so meticulously and carefully found out about one of the black organization members. He was getting closer to taking them down, he couldn't help the excitement in his voice as he explained what had happened.

            Walking home – back to his home – with the thought that the next time he walked the same streets again he would be in his seventeen-year-old-body filled him with hope.

            "What I have developed, I believe, is the stepping stone to find a permanent cure. This antidote should allow you an allotted period of twenty-four hours. Each dose should last that long with no adverse reaction of your body building up a tolerance for the time frame. However-oi, Kudou-kun, are you even listening?" Haibara demanded.

            "Yes, of course! I can take this antidote every day and stay in my regular body!" Conan said excitedly.

            "Baka! You haven't listened to everything I had to say. Yes, you will be returned to your body. And yes, each time you take this dose it should last twenty-four hours. However, if you take this medicine for longer than a week, your will experience acute heart failure and very likely death."

            Conan turned to look at her sharply.

            "In other words, you can take it for two, maybe three days in a row, before your body can no longer truly handle the antidote. If you take the doses too frequently, even if only for a few days at a time, you will develop hypertension and possible cardiac asthma attacks."

            "This sounds like a very dangerous sample of the antidote..."

            "All of the antidotes you have taken so far have been dangerous. The difference with this antidote is the timing. If your body takes to this version of the antidote with the first dose and you do not experience an accelerated heart beat, high blood pressure, anxiety, or some other ill effects, then I can move forward with developing a permanent cure."

            After receiving the temporary antidote from Haibara (and being reminded multiple times that he only had twenty-four hours and not to ask for another one even if it would allow him more time), Conan ran from Agasa-hakase's house to his house.

            Conan had learned that while Haibara had had this form of the antidote for some time, she had specifically waited to give him the cure when Subaru Okiya who was temporarily living in his house was scheduled to be away for the weekend. At this point and time, Conan doubted that it would make much difference if the man saw Kudou Shinichi emerging from the professor's house, but Conan was grateful for the timing nonetheless.

            Pulling out Conan's phone, he called Ran.

            "Ran-nee-chan!" Conan greeted happily.

            "Conan-kun, where are you? Is everything okay?" Ran asked.

            "Of course! I'm over at the professor's. I wanted to know if I could stay here for the weekend and play some games. I figured you wouldn't mind. Occhan is playing Mahjong tonight, so you can have some time to yourself," he chirped away in Conan's voice.

            "Ah...of course," Ran said.

            "Thanks, Ran-nee-chan!" He hung up before she could ask or say any more.

            Gleefully looking through his closet, he pulled out something he had bought almost a month ago. He hadn't known he'd be able to give it to Ran as soon as this, but he wasn't going to delay any longer than he had. As he pulled the small box from its hiding place, he noticed a blue sweater folded neatly in the closet: the one Ran had made him. Grabbing it along with a pair of black slacks, he placed his outfit on his bed, before promptly swallowing the pill.

            A few minutes later, Kudou Shinichi, high school detective grinned at himself in the mirror, looking at the way the hand-knit sweater Ran had made for him some time ago actually clung a bit snugly to his body. Feeling happier than he had in a long time, he ran over to the Mouri Detective Agency. He almost bounded up the steps before realizing that Occhan probably hadn't left yet. Feeling anxious, he waited downstairs in Poirot and ordered a coffee while he watched for him to leave. Once he had, Shinichi all but dashed out of the cafe up to Ran's door. Instead of knocking, he sent Ran a text.

            -Knock, knock. What are you wearing?-

            Not bothering to wait for a reply, for the first time since he and Ran had started these conversations, he took a picture of himself, leaning against *her* door to show what he was wearing, and sent it to Ran.

            The first thing he did was put his ear to the door to listen to see that she actually got his text. He heard her moving about the apartment before her message notification went off. The movement stopped, and he took a deep breath as he waited for her to realize he was outside her door.

            He waited outside the door, preparing for any type of reaction. She could be pissed enough that she would knock him out with her karate. She could be so happy to see him that she would hug him and perhaps...perhaps they would finally kiss. Ran could also act like it didn't matter.

            Even though he thought he had prepared a thousand different scenarios of what she would do when she opened her door, he was still caught off guard.

            "Shinichi?" Ran asked. But instead of anger or happiness, Ran was in tears. The grin on his face at being able to see her died.

            "Ran-" Shinichi didn't have a chance to ask her what the matter was before her arms were wrapped around his neck, and she was clinging to him desperately.

            "Shinichi!" Ran cried into his shoulder as she held tightly to him. He wrapped his arms around her, finally feeling that perhaps he was allowed to do so.

            "What's wrong?" Shinichi asked, hugging her tightly.

            "Shinichi you baka! I'm just – just so happy to see you!" Ran's muffled reply came into his shoulder. He hugged her even tighter to his body, loving the way that his arms could reach around her, that he could hold her like this, as he should be able to all the time. Slowly, he pulled her away from him so he could wipe her tears.

            "No need for tears," Shinichi murmured, and wiped the tears tenderly from her eyes. Ran murmured his name again. For a moment, Shinichi was about ready to lean down and give her a kiss, but she buried her head into his shoulder again, sighing contently. She pulled away abruptly, wiped away a few more of her stray tears and yanked him inside.

            "You must not have eaten yet. Let me get you something!" Ran said. Shinichi followed her into the kitchen and tried to help her as he did as Conan, but she all but shooed him out of the way.

            Ran began chatting away about a murder mystery she had recently started watching on TV, asking his opinion about it. Shinichi smiled, thinking how he was surprised that she was enjoying it so much. After all, she had started watching it since "Conan-kun" had wanted to, and apparently she was as hooked as he was on the series. They discussed plot theories as they ate dinner. Long after the food was finished, they sat talking about anything and everything before Ran suddenly stopped answering his questions. He looked at her, seeing her face downcast to the floor.

            "You're not here for long, are you?" she asked.

            "Ran-"

            "I can tell. You still haven't talked at all about that big case you're working on. That would be the first thing you would tell me. You would tell me how you solved it."

            "I'm sorry."

            Taking a deep breath, he moved beside her, taking her hand in his. There were too many missed chances for him to get the right moment. But perhaps now, perhaps reassuring her like this was the right moment.

            "Ran," Shinichi said, a blush rising on his face. "I love you." Her head shot up at these words. Her eyes widened as she looked at the way he held her hand and the way that he slowly lowered himself to one knee. "I have loved you for a long time. I promise you, that if this case wasn't so important, I would be at your side-" even then, would stay by her side, no matter his size, but she couldn't know that, "-and never want to let you go."

            "Shinichi?" Ran gasped as he pulled the ring box from his pocket and opened the lid. He felt the blush rise on his cheeks, but his words were steady.

            "Will you marry me?"

            "Yes!"

            Shinichi felt his heart skip a beat. Even though he'd been almost sure of her answer, that tiny bit of doubt had remained. He grinned widely at her and he couldn't help but pick her up and twirl her around in his happiness. She laughed happily as he set her back down on the ground. Her feet were back on the ground, but her body stayed pressed against his. Shinichi could feel the curves of her body pressed against him, her breathing short and excited.

            She looked beautiful. Her face shown with utter delight, her cheeks a nice flushed color from how he'd picked her up and twirled her around. He couldn't help but laugh as a memory of them as children surfaced in his mind of Ran picking *him* up and twirling him around in her happiness. The fond memories, the present atmosphere, and the happy thoughts of their future swelled around him as his hand cupped her face.

            Shinichi murmured her name before capturing her lips in a kiss. It was short, warm, but it sent blood rushing south at the feel of her body and his mouth on hers. He moved his mouth over hers as she responded to his kiss. With a contended sigh, he broke away the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers while holding her close.

            "I love you."

            "I love you, too."

Hope you're enjoying things so far! Please let me know what you think. ~ Jelp
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