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Phone Conversations	By : Jelp Category: +. to F > Detective Conan/Case Closed Views: 10056 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Phone Conversations

Chapter 1: Implications

            There were times that Conan wondered whether or not Ran had figured out his true identity. If she had, she had decided to take his lead and pretend that he wasn't really Kudou Shinichi, high-school detective, but rather a very intelligent boy who worried over his Ran-nee-chan.

            Either way, Ran treated Conan as a smart child. In other words, when she had something to hide, she still came up with reasons to explain away her behavior.

            For the past two weeks Ran's behavior had been extremely abnormal. Clearly she had been aware of her behavior and that it had come under Conan-kun's notice, but she still went about it anyway, though clearly in a manner that she tried to explain away to Conan.

            The suspicious points:

            1. Ran was spending an awful lot of time in her room, alone, playing loud music.

            2. She had told Conan that she was having a girl's shopping trip with Sonoko, yet she had apparently not met up with her - which Conan had found out when he had been out with the Shounen-tantei and ran into Sonoko who was also (suspiciously) purposefully shopping on her own.

            3. Clearly Ran had noticed that Conan had noticed her behavior and had explained her behavior by being really into reading a new series yet refusing to explain what books she was reading.

            4. Ran had encouraged not only Conan but her father for more nights away from the house.

            Warning bells had begun playing Beethoven's fifth symphony in Conan's head at this point.

            Ran never encouraged her father to stay out late. When he did, he usually gambled away tens, if not hundreds, of thousands of yen, went out lechering on call girls, or went out drinking until he was drunk, something that Ran never approved of, and all the more so when he was out late because he tended to then be drunk and lecherous or gambled when he was drunk and pissed away even more money than usual.

            Why would she be encouraging such behavior unless she herself were doing something that she didn't want anyone around to find out? What types of things did she want her father and - more importantly to him - Conan from finding out? When he had tried to ask her about what she was doing, Ran had snapped at him and said that she needed some time to herself. Her quick temper had been immediately followed by an apology and a special trip to the bookstore where Ran had promised to buy him anything he wanted.

            "Ne, Conan-kun," Ran had said, "I really am sorry for snapping at you earlier. I shouldn't have done so. But do you think you could take your book to Agasa-hakase's tonight?"

            Conan clutched the book in his hand and looked up at Ran. The list of reasons of why reading at Agasa's wouldn't be practical, including how it would be rude, died on his lips when he looked at the pleading and almost guilty look on Ran's face. She really wanted him gone for the evening, but for some reason, felt bad about it. Not being able to tell her no, he agreed.

            After telling Ran that he had planned to stay at Agasa-hakase's house, he had gone through the motions of preparing to go to Agasa's which he had, in fact, done. He had gone over to Agasa's but had then left when he'd "realized" he'd left his watch back at the Mouri's apartment. Since Conan knew that he didn't truly want to tell Agasa that he was going back to the Detective Agency to spy on Ran, Conan had picked his watch as the item to "leave behind" as he knew that Agasa was currently working on modifying the spare one. Since he had needed to leave something there on purpose that was a believable size if he got caught, he still felt strangely nervous going back to the apartment. He'd lied to Agasa and to Ran, but for some reason, couldn't help but feel more afraid of what was going on with Ran.

            The Detective Agency had been dark, but Conan had checked there just in case: mostly to make sure that Kogorou had already left for his planned all night drinking binge. Conan frowned, thinking of just how miserable Occhan would be to deal with in the morning, and wondering what Ran was up to that she would want to be alone. Conan had eliminated the possibility that Ran was seeing someone. She had, in fact, been going out less than usual. Ran was not talking as much with Sonoko, meaning that whatever was going on, Ran had not confided to Sonoko about.

            When Conan had sent a text from Shinichi's phone or called her, the texts had been vague, and the phone calls short. However, Ran seemed even more embarrassed to talk to him as Shinichi than as Conan.

            Conan was seriously worried as whatever was going on Ran was hiding from everyone.

            Entering the apartment as quietly as possible, Conan tip-toed toward Ran's room. The loud music was notably absent, seeming almost strange after the continued sound over the past few weeks. Conan put his ear to the door.

            "Shinichi," Ran's voice came almost immediately.

            Conan froze. Did she know he was there? Did she know who he really was? Did she-

            "Nnnn," Ran moaned.

            A thrill went through Conan's body. If the fear of being discovered had frozen him, this realization had sent a wave of liquid warmth to all the most sensitive places in his body.

            Ran moaned again, and this time, Conan could hear the sound of her moaning his name in pleasure as all the dots came together to connect the very vivid picture of what Ran was doing.

            Ran had kicked them out of the house so she could *masturbate* in peace. And dear kami-sama, she was saying his name and imagining him as she did it.

            His face turned vermilion in .2 seconds flat at this realization. She had been playing loud music to drown out the sound of her moans and her voice saying his name so sensually...Conan's nose bled at the mental image that this produced. Her shopping trip had been likely to buy said item - or items. Her embarrassment was that Ran was, for the most part, a good girl, meaning something recently had triggered this new sexual awareness.

            Books. She said she'd been reading a good series recently. While Conan had not read it himself, he'd heard very interesting things about the 50-Shades-Of-Grey series, and wouldn't put it past Ran to have picked it up out of sheer curiosity - or to have been given it by a devious Sonoko.

            Ran's pants and moans from her bedroom reached a crescendo, and she cried out in pleasure.

            Conan ran to the bathroom to clean up his sudden massive nosebleed.

            As he finished mopping up the mess, he supposed with all that he had figured out, he shouldn't have been surprised at the text he received from Ran.

            -What are you wearing?- Even so, he couldn't help but stare at it in shock.

            If Shinichi hadn't know what Ran was up to, he wouldn't have found the text so sexual. But really, did Ran even know what that kind of phrase *meant*? What it implied? What his hormonal 17-year-old body, er, brain, thought that it should lead to?

            Knowing what he wanted it to mean and realizing his libido was preventing him from thinking rationally as he usually did, he decided he needed to speak with her to make sure what he wanted it to mean was the same as what he thought she wanted it to mean. Making sure to lock the bathroom door for good measure, he pulled out his bowtie and called her.

            She didn't answer right away.

            "Shinichi," Ran breathed.

            "Ran," Shinichi said back, just as breathless. "Ran...do you know what that kind of question can imply?"

            "B-Baka! Get your mind out of the gutter!"

            "Ran...why else would you have asked me that question?" Why else would she have asked the universal question that led to phone sex or sexting?

            She didn't answer, and Shinichi could picture the embarrassment on her face. Taking a deep breath before he decided to change his mind or before she broke the silence, he said, "A black dress shirt and slacks. What are you wearing?"

            At first, Shinichi thought that maybe she wouldn't answer. Maybe she would back out. But then, even as he was on the phone with her, he saw that he had received a picture mail from her.

            Shinichi was glad he was still in the bathroom as he grabbed more tissues to stem the flow from the picture Ran had sent of her in a matching black bra and panty set.

            "D-did you get it?" Ran asked, her voice small, shy.

            "Ran...kami-sama, Ran." His mind was overloading in all this was implying. He should stop it, but he knew how much that kind of rejection would hurt her. Ran wasn't usually bold when it came to this kind of thing, and telling her no would devastate the tremendous amount of trust she'd just given him. Damnit, he wouldn't do that to her.

            He'd confessed to her in London. He knew she felt the same way about him as he did about her. But they had never discussed it again since then. He wanted her to know before she went further what he really felt.

            "Ran, I love you. You're so beautiful," he said.

            "Shinichi! I love you too. I mi-miss you so much," Ran said, her voice getting watery. Shinichi sighed, knowing where the conversation would lead.

            "Listen to mean, Ran. I swear to you if this case wasn't important, if this case wasn't..."

            "Shinichi, it's okay-"

            "No, Ran. It's not okay," Shinichi said, finally admitting it to her. "This case is like nothing I've ever done before. If I don't solve this, there would be problems if we were to try to be together." Besides the fact that it would put both our lives in grave danger, there's also the fact that until I solve this, I'm stuck in the body of a seven year old. "But if – when – I solve this and come back, you, will you be my girlfriend?" Shinichi breathed out the last bit.

            There, he'd said it. It wasn't actually what he wanted to ask her to be. Quite frankly he wanted to propose and ask her to be his wife, but he could wait and do that when he got his real body back.

            "Yes," Ran moaned. "Shinichi, I love you too. In fact, if you were here right now - after I beat you senseless for being gone away so long – " that sounded about right " – I would, I would let you, I mean, if you wanted to, I would let you do, what you wanted with me."

            Despite knowing the physiology impossibility of the act, he could have sworn all of the blood in his body rushed to his groin.

            "Ran..." Shinichi breathed. "What's gotten into you? Not that I'm complaining..."

            "I've been thinking about a lot of things recently. I feel like there's this huge thing looming over you, something dangerous. And I want you here with me. And I think that if you could, you'd be here. You worry about people but don't like to show it. It made me think, knowing what you do, that you could have gotten into trouble. The thought of losing you was too much. I didn't want to have any regrets. I should have told you my answer right after you confessed in London. I'm sorry it took me so long."

            Shinichi stayed silent. He was glad that Ran had confessed back to him too. But there were still key pieces of information that he was missing. What made her decide to include him in her sudden sexual awareness? She'd seemed quite...competent...masturbating on her own. Was it because her fantasies revolved around him? Shinichi certainly hoped so, and the moans she was making made him think so. But what had caused her to gather the nerve to tell him?

            "Shinichi?" Ran asked, her voice quiet.

            "Ah, sorry. Just thinking," Shinichi said.

            "You're always 'just thinking,'" Ran chided, not unkindly. She gave a nervous giggle. "Are you looking at the picture mail I sent you?"

            "Hehe, maybe a bit," Shinichi said, blushing. Ran giggled again.

            "Good. You better not forget about me. You're mine now. You're my – my boyfriend now!" Ran said.

            Ah. So that was it. For some reason, it seemed Ran had gotten it in her head that there was a chance that someone else might come along and steal him away. She was making it official in order to ward off other "potential" women.

            "Barou. Who else's would I be?" Shinichi asked. Shinichi's eyes widened as his phone started beeping at him, notifying him that another call was coming in. Crap! He'd forgotten about Agasa. "Ne, Ran. I have to go."

            "But-" Ran said, her voice said.

            "Good night, Ran. I love you."

            "I love you, too."

Happy reading! ~ Jelp
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