Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Shinichi, Megure (General series)
Word Count: 430 words
Author's Notes: I do not own Detective Conan. It all belongs to Gosho Aoyama. I simply borrow the characters, tie them up, and dance them around like life-sized puppets. I do wish they’d stop complaining.
Summary: It was too much to hope for that things would return completely to normal…
Shinichi had known fairly early on that even after he beat the Black Organization and returned to himself, things would never be able to return to normal. Or at least they would never be exactly as they had been before. That was too much to reasonably hope for.
Still, he had hoped things wouldn’t explode like this. But…well, he knew that he’d brought it on himself, at least to a certain extent. He had lied about Conan, and hidden from a good many people. Said people had plenty of reason to be upset with him…and they were. Weeks had passed, and he still felt like a hermit, hiding out from the world.
Ran had forgiven him. That meant the world to him, meant more than anyone else’s reaction. He still had her. Things would never be the same as they had been before this whole thing began, but…as she had pointed out to him, there was always tomorrow. And then she had kissed him.
She really was his constant, and always had been. Even when the rest of his world went to hell in a hand basket with a pretty pink bow and people were still angrily avoiding him, she was there. He was determined not to betray her trust again, and he had already told her that he would spend the rest of his life making this up to her if need be.
Ran hadn’t seemed to mind that too much. Maybe he should give her a call…
He was startled out of his daydreams by the sound of the phone ringing. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he moved out into the foyer and lifted the receiver. “Hello?”
…that was definitely one of the last voices he’d expected to hear. “Megure-keibu?”
The Inspector’s voice was hurried, and there was a note of something in his voice that Shinichi couldn’t quite place. “There’s been a murder, and we could really use your skills out here.” A pause, then he added in a surprisingly fond tone, “You feel up to it.”
“Sure—I mean, yes,” Shinichi was surprised to hear himself stammer. “I’ll be there right away.”
“Good.” He rattled off the address and ended the call.
Shinichi stared at the beeping receiver in his hand. He had just gotten a call.
To a case.
A murder case.
He felt a slow smile cross his face as he hung up the phone and went to grab a jacket.
Things were starting to look up. Maybe “back to business as usual” wasn’t that far off after all.
PS. A random little thought that’s been bouncing around in my head for a while, and it feels good to get it out. Hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!