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Episode 236: The Nanki-Shirahama Mystery Tour (Part 1)

Mouri, Ran, and Conan take a vacation to Nanki-Shirahama. It’s a really nice place, and a great majority of this episode is taken up with 'Travel to Japan' promotional videos of them walking around, seeing the sites, enjoying refreshments, and educating themselves at museums. Their relaxed vacation comes to an abrupt stop while they’re walking on the white sand beaches, and they meet 'medicine-art' students. There's Maki-san, who spends a thousand dollars on make-up a month. She has long red hair, purple lips and sunglasses, a mole, and a hat. Then there’s Madoka, the 'Madonna' of the group. She wants to collect some sand to bring home. There’s also Long Hair Snoot Face, who hates souvenirs, especially the one that Ran liked. Lastly there’s Computer Geek and Kanako, a woman with spiky brown hair who isn’t going to do favors for Maki anymore, even though she helped her through university math classes. They have this enormous argument right in front of Mouri within seconds of meeting him. Needless to say, Conan and his group vacate the premises as quickly as possible. However, Maki-san tracks them down later, as they’re watching the sunset, to encourage Mouri to go to a fish and drinking market in the morning, before he goes to Adventure Land. She takes the liberty to even provide precise instructions as to how to get there. Then she jumps in her car and zooms away. The next morning, they’re enjoying their day in the bright sunshine, when all of the sudden Conan goes into shock because he senses Anokata’s large blue eyes glaring at him from across the station. They continue on and go to a shop where Ran has to buy a smiley tomato, but Conan senses the eyes there too. Then they briefly see Maki-san, who bows to them before zooming off in her car again. Meanwhile, Conan chases Anokata who’s getting on a bus to Sandanbeki. They meet Computer Geek at Adventure Land after watching a walrus and orca show, where he gets a phone call from the Madonna, who tells him that Maki-san is dead with a knife in her chest. They tell her they’ll be there soon. Apparently she found the body because Maki’s cellphone was going off playing Beethoven, but she didn’t hear the murder taking place only moments before, because the waves were too loud. She also didn’t think to call the police or an ambulance after finding Maki-san because when they get there, she’s just sitting there, painting, a few meters from the body. When the police finally arrive, you meet two really nice detectives, who are thoroughly the most normal people in all of Detective Conan, and that includes the fact that one of them never opens his eyes. 

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Episode 235: The Locked Wine Cellar

Mouri, for no reason, is at a wine tasting with a guy who is obsessed with himself, and three other losers: Glasses, Pinch-Face, and Long Hair Sommelier. Their host leaves for forty minutes to find his special wine bottle, but then he’s found dead in the wine cellar. His wife faints, but Conan doesn’t care. He’s more concerned about the position of the body. Conan almost kills Takagi by dropping him down a clothesline into a wine rack. This was apparently the method used by the culprit to move the body to the wine cellar. Glasses did it. He did it because the interest rate was too high on money he owed.

Best Quotes:

(Conan’s concern upon finding the body) “Why is he in such an abnormal position?”

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Episode 234: The Evidence that Didn't Disappear (Part 2)

We’ve learned that Conan is a dog expert – not only understanding why they do the things they do but how they think, what their instincts are, and more. Professor Plum just wanted the diamond on Doyle’s collar, so he hid him in a speaker. He needed the diamond because he has a lot of abandoned dogs living in his house, which he can’t support. Dr. Agasa’s friend’s son lets him keep it anyway, for the dogs’ sake. He and Mrs. White are getting married. And Haibara finally snaps out of her depression. 

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Episode 233: The Evidence that Didn't Disappear (Part 1)

Dr. Agasa’s friend’s son invites everyone over to his house to take stuff, because his job is forcing him to move to England. His whole family is obsessed with dogs and mystery authors. Other people invited to take stuff are three dog breeders: Professor Plum, Mrs. White, and Miss Scarlett, who says all she wants is a really ugly vase, and she’s going to take whatever she wants. While they’re there, they meet three dogs: Arthur, Christie, and Doyle. Arthur likes Christie, but if they had babies, they’d be worthless. And there was also another dog, Conan, who died. While they’re there, Doyle goes missing. At first they think he’s been incinerated, but Conan deduces that he’s hidden somewhere in the house. Then they go on a long search, and find a mysterious third blue cushion. Also Haibara spends the entire episode making morbid, frightening remarks about everything because she’s been sulking about the bus hijacking case. She especially frightens everybody when she goes on a minute-long tirade about Marie Antoinette’s dog, Thisbe, who drowned himself in a river after she was executed. This causes Agasa’s friend’s son to say, “She’s a strange girl, isn’t she?” Anyway, Conan tells her to relax, because apparently, as a detective, he can sense the Black Organization’s blood-thirst, but this is a complete lie, because we all know that he accuses any person dressed in black as being one of “them.”

#dcmk #detco #detective conan #conan edogawa #Ai Haibara #dr agasa #detective boys #Clue #Professor Plum #Mrs. Scarlett #Miss White #Arthur #Christie #Doyle #dtccompendium #episode 233 #Evidence that Didn't Disappear #case closed #mystery #anime #gosho aoyama

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Episode 232: The Falling from the Condo Case

An evil drug salesman is killed by Araide-sensei’s evil twin. The victim died because he thought a flower salesman was trying to kill him, and ran to use his balcony escape trick, in which he hops ten feet to the next building’s rooftop. Instead he slipped over the edge, and his sandal grew wings and flew to the other building. The moral of the story is: Don’t sell drugs, even if you need money to pay off bad investments, and don’t steal them from your university. And if you want to get away with murder, don’t check your watch constantly, and make suspicious phone calls, and don’t be the only suspect, and don’t sweat because you’ve just moved furniture around. 

#dcmk #detco #detective conan #case closed #dtccompendium #episode 232 #Falling from the Condo Case #Good morals #Conan Edogawa #Detective Conan Funny #gosho aoyama #anime #manga #mystery #Araide sensei

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Good morning, who wants to analyze the way Shinichi treats Conan like a completely separate entity than himself and how his refusal to accept that Conan is a part of him is holding back his character development and growth?

#dcmk #fascinating #I love this perspective #Detective Conan analysis #And now I'm going to be thinking about how TRAGIC it is for the rest of my life #Thanks...

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Episode 231: The Mysterious Passenger (Part 2)

Conan deduces a way for them to get off the bus safely, while they’re travelling in a dark tunnel for three to four minutes. The hijackers plan to escape as the first three released hostages, by dressing up a couple passengers as them, and then blowing up the bus. Conan asks Jodie-sensei for some lipstick, which he uses to write a message for the driver on the bomb bag. When they exit the tunnel, he and the detective boys hold it up so that it can be reflected in the rearview mirror. It tells the driver to stop, and so the bus screeches and skids to its side, followed by Sato-san, who also screeches to a stop, and then reverses out of frame. There’s a lot of confusion at this time, beginning with Conan putting one of the hijackers to sleep, using his tranquilizer gun, much to Akai’s surprise. And Jodie-sensei deactivates one of the hijacker’s guns, and proceeds to tell him about it while sitting on top of him. She also tells him “A secret makes a woman, woman.” It’s then that the hijacker’s accomplice from the back, gum-chewing girl, who was giving them signals by popping her gum and then pulling it around on her face, realizes that she accidentally set the bomb timer on her watch. So they all run off the bus, except for Haibara who decides that this is the best way for her to die, and save everyone by getting rid of the one link between them and the black organization. Conan hurls a fire extinguisher through the front window, and flies out of the bus with Haibara in his arms, just as it explodes. In order to save her, he smears his own blood on her leg, so she can pretend to be injured and go to the hospital. In the end, Akai Shuichi makes contact with his boss. They got sidetracked, and the target didn’t show up.

Akai's Surprise ^^

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Episode 230: The Mysterious Passenger (Part 1)

The episode begins with a look into Gin and Vodka’s average date night, in which Vodka talks incessantly and Gin douses his cigarettes in their martinis. Then they’re interrupted by a third wheel when Vermouth arrives, dressed as the bartender, and Gin almost stabs her face. They discuss Organization stuff like Gin’s lost kitty. Then we get to the actual episode, in which everyone is taking a bus to go skiing, and Dr. Agasa is sick. As Haibara is explaining to Conan that Black Organization members emit scent waves that she can pick up on, she has a complete freak out because she can sense Vermouth. This puts her out of commission for the entire episode, as she sits shivering and staring, wide-eyed. Suddenly two men, dressed in full ski gear and pink hats, decide to hijack the bus. They try to take everybody’s cell phones so that no one can call the police, but while their backs are turned, Conan sneaks out his earring phone. Right as he’s about to make the call though, one of the ski mask guys points a gun at him, so Conan deduces that one of the passengers in the back of the bus is an accomplice, somehow sending messages to the hijackers. The suspects include a man with a cough and a face mask (Shuichi Akai),  and a man who Conan immediately suspected of being part of the Black Organization just because he’s wearing black. He has a hearing aid because he lost his hearing when he was very young. Lastly, there’s a snooty girl chewing gum, who almost got shot because she was chewing too loudly. The hijackers are jewel thieves who are demanding that the police release their boss from prison, or they’ll kill one passenger per hour. When the police decide to comply with these demands, the hijackers place their ski bags, containing bombs, on the floor. They plan to blow up the bus.

Best Quotes:

Jodie-Sensei (after tripping one of the hijackers): “Oh Sorry. I’m so clumsy. I always make a blunder.”

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Episode 229: The Murderous Pottery Class (Part 2)

We’ve learned two important things from this episode – Conan hyperventilates when he’s excited, and Ran keeps potato chips on her desk. We also have to add to Spiky Head’s appearance. His hair is somewhat between a grey Christmas tree and a porcupine. Anyway, he uses a necktie-pin-twist-locker-tape-apron-cloth that he wanted to cut up and flush down the toilet with his scissors. Megure is fooled by his set-up and is about to take away the assistant, when he and Takagi decide to reflect on how normally they would hear some strange noise, and Mouri would stop them. But they think it’ll be okay, because Mouri isn’t here this time. This is when Sonoko turns into a dinosaur cat hybrid to reveal the super convoluted trick. What gave it away was the fact that the culprit didn’t wear gloves, because he likes to feel things with his own hands. Therefore his fingerprints are on everything. Conan also critiques his methods and suggests that next time he should use a rope and gloves, so that he won’t leave clay nail marks all over the crime scene. 

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Episoe 228: The Murderous Pottery Class (Part 1)

Ran goes to Sonoko’s new pottery class so she can make a cup for Shinichi, after having a dream of him in a haunted house soap opera thunderstorm widow lover scenario. The pottery class has a kind of dysfunctional family running it. There’s the instructor – an old man with spiky grey things sticking out of his head. He has really big eyes. Then there’s his son in law, Moto Mino, who was married to Spiky's perfect daughter, Everlasting Love, who died two years ago. Moto Mino is a “meano,” who just got life insurance, and only married Everlasting Love so that he could steal all their money and divorce her. But then she died. He professes all of this very candidly to his new love interest, the pottery assistant with short black hair. She asks him if he’ll die for her. All of this is overheard by Old Man Spiky Head, staring at them menacingly from the doorway. After sending the assistant back to class, he compliments Moto’s new necktie, which Moto doesn’t like because it’s beige. But Spiky says, “No on the contrary, I think it would look great AROUND YOUR NECK!” Meanwhile, Sonoko and Ran are fighting over pottery, and almost crack Ran’s Shinichi Cup. They hear a smash, but it’s not the cup. It’s Old Man Spikey Head in the storeroom with a broken plate, which he then asks them to clean up for him. Later he cuts his finger on a shard of glass, and asks the assistant to go get the first aid kit, and has her specify exactly where she’s going to find it – in the upper part of the closet in the storeroom. A couple minutes later, they realize that nobody has seen Moto for a while, so they go searching for him, thinking he’s playing hide-and-seek. That’s about when Ran spots his apron sticking out of the bottom of the closet in the storeroom. The assistant goes to open the doors, but Old Man Spiky Head insists upon opening it himself, to reveal Moto-san’s body. The police arrive, and Old Man Spiky Head tries to pin all the blame on the assistant. Then one of the police officers loses his pen, so he offers to get him a new one. In the other room, he opens the drawer where the pens are kept, and instead discovers scissors, which he stares at with a broad grin. This is when Conan hops on the scene and torments him for a while. First he brings him over to the pottery wheel and tells him how excited he is to be finished with his pottery. Then he says Spiky must like things to be symmetrical, and points out all the mistakes he made in his crime, all in his little kid Conan voice. Finally, probably thoroughly freaked out, Spiky looks at the cup and says “It looks like you’re hiding something. The pottery never lies.” To which Conan replies “This is actually your cup. Are you hiding something? Are you hiding something? ARE YOU HIDING SOMETHING?

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ACDSBSGCJCSB WAIT NO WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE THAT

He looks like you just kicked his puppy and then called him an idiot.

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#7 in the Couples Series: Mouri and Eri!

This one might be a bit controversial since technically they've split up, but, like Ran, I like to believe that with the right circumstances and efforts they could rekindle the flame because I think they both still love each other the most. Mouri is flighty, but deep down I think Eri is always his number one. So, here they are getting along and sharing the paper.

I had a lot of fun coming up with headlines for Beika. Azusa submitted the Cafe Poirot ad...

Also, here's a close up of the paper. Just ignore my scribble scrabble blob hands...

#dcmk #dtccompendium #case closed #Mouri and Eri #dtccompendium draws #couples series #7

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Crossroads

(A Detective Conan Short)

Ran had left that morning like an overcast sky filled with dark grey clouds, drooping low and heavy with the threat of rain. But like that calm before a violent thunderstorm, she had gone in silence. Sometimes he took her resilience for granted, he supposed, her sweetness, her natural inclination to forgive, to try to accept and understand. She gave so much of herself to others. He wondered where she got that from. Not him, surely. Eri, then? He frowned and reached for the breast pocket of his suit coat, shaking a cigarette loose from the package before he remembered he was in a nonsmoking establishment. With a sigh, he dropped it back again, changing course for the cup waiting for him to his left. No, he decided as he took a healthy sip, he and Eri were fiercely proud individuals, too proud…Far too proud. Certainly, neither of them shared their daughter’s tolerant nature.

Then again, it wasn’t as though she let people walk all over her. She put up with a lot, certainly, but Kogoro had seen her snap, had witnessed the end of her long rope, and though ferocious and tempestuous, like lightning flashing in a night sky, it was somewhat awe inducing, something which caused his invisible heartstrings to pull with pride that he supposed only a father would know. His beautiful, independent, strong-willed, but patient and caring and selfless little girl.  The various cushions that had been reduced to threads and the dents that peppered the walls of the office did not share in this pride, but it was his privilege as a father to overlook the destructive price her repressed turmoil unleashed. And he understood. More than she, hopefully, would ever know. He knew how she struggled, how hard she worked to keep her own emotional rollercoaster from running off the rails. And he knew his own contributions to the storm.

Yes, that part he knew all too well.

He knew it didn’t help that he and Eri refused to settle their score. He couldn’t even remember why they’d split up in the first place now. And maybe it didn’t matter. The love was still there. He felt it every time he even thought of her name…yet it was so hard, so incredibly impossible when they were eye to eye.

He knew it didn’t help that he made the wrong choices again, and again…and again. The late nights with his mahjong buddies, the pachinko parlors, horse racing and ever enticing bliss of copious alcohol consumption; it all added fuel to the raging inferno that was rapidly spreading over every corner of his simple life. But these habits, as deplorable as they may be in hindsight, felt more and more like his last and only escape.

He had always valued justice, honor, and integrity…that was why he had become a police officer, and why he’d pursued private practice after that. In every system, every hierarchy, there was opportunity for corruption, for red tape and restrictions to limit the scope of one’s ability to influence, to help and to be true to their convictions. Not that the Metropolitan Police were in any way unethical, he just found that the regulations could interfere with the lengths he wanted to go in order to ensure righteousness prevailed. But the tangled, intertwined web he now found himself wrapped up in was more than he had ever bargained for. Be that as he may, he was determined to see it though. To play his part. Even if that part was to be the fool.

He wasn’t the brightest bulb. He could admit that to himself. He tried to portray a poised and confident suave demeanor, but it crumbled fast, his ego battered and beaten by the many times he had found himself as the punchline of many a joke. He got flustered and muddled. Try as he might, the clues rarely consented to add up together properly, or worse yet he’d miss something crucial altogether. But with every case he tried to see it, to piece the infuriating puzzles together as quickly as his many colleagues managed to do so, to study their approach and mimic it. He tried to be what the newspapers said he was. THE Sleeping Kogoro, a genius detective. But the act could be incredibly tiring, exhausting down to the bone, and the stakes were greater than ever now, all of it culminating into a pressure too great for his shoulders, and in his moments of weakness, when it was all too much, then he slipped back into the worst of those bad habits, let himself down, let Eri down, and Ran, too. And Ran truly didn’t deserve it. She had enough of her plate as it was without having to feel like the adult between the two of them, responsible for her father.

The walls around his life seemed to have been narrowing over the last year, ever since Yusaku Kudo paid him a visit to explain the most bizarre, unbelievable, ludicrous, and terrifying situation he had ever heard. Fumiyo Edogawa had left with Conan just a half hour prior. Ran had just gone off, summoned urgently to Sonoko’s for some kind of wardrobe emergency (Or so the phone call indicated). And then, as soon as she had exited the office door, it had opened again. Yusaku Kudo. Kogoro tried not to resent and envy him. He had always been so bright, so above it all, seemingly, and he never struggled to connect the dots in any case. Nonetheless, he had not the drive to put his exceptional mental abilities to work solving crime and getting the bad people off the streets. Instead he gallivanted all over the world, thinking up more and more ingenious ways for criminals to get away with murder.

But Kogoro had welcomed him in and offered him a seat at the couch, started tea, since Ran wasn’t there to do so, and muttered something about not realizing he was back in the country. It was as he turned back from the kettle that he’d noticed the urgency in Yusaku’s eyes, the utmost seriousness and Mouri had reacted by stiffening his own shoulders, as if he were about to be given an order.

“It’s about Shinichi, isn’t it,” Mouri had guessed.

He had tried to not to get too worked up when the kid had stopped showing up in school, but Ran mentioned it almost daily. He knew Shinichi shared his father’s keen and shrewd mind, but with an accompanying itch for justice and truth that probably got him into more trouble than was good for a sixteen year old. But then, Shinichi hardly seemed sixteen sometimes. He had lived alone, taken care of himself and was generally responsible, so when Ran had come home from Tropical Land and said he’d run off following the lead on a case, neither of them had been particularly alarmed. Surely he would turn up sooner or later. But then days turned into weeks, and weeks into a month. They’d been busy. Conan showed up, for one thing, and Mouri had been occupied with cases almost every day of the week. His bouts of amnesia had started, too. The time had slipped by and then finally Shinichi had reached out to Ran, some story about the being held up on a case longer than he expected and Mouri had let the matter rest. It was negligent, in retrospect.

Yusaku’s solemn nod was morose and grave. He had leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, a pyramid formed with his fingertips, like some kind of imitation of Holmes. “Where to begin…” he had mused with a helpless quirk of his brows. Then, without waiting for Mouri’s response, he went on, “I’m sure you’re privy to all available details regarding the circumstances of Shinichi’s absence.”

Kogoro had nodded, a nervousness creeping up under his collar. “Ran said he was on a case… I know he hasn’t been at school, but he sticks his nose into cases here and there. Calls often enough… I figured he at least let you two know where he is exactly…”

Yusaku bobbed his head in accordance with Mouri’s summation of the past month’s events, but with an anticipative air, waiting for his moment to pick up the tale. “He’s closer than you’d think,” Yusaku murmured dryly. “Truthfully, it’s been hard for me to believe it, but with the impossible removed all that remains is the improbable, and as Occam’s Razer says, the simplest answer is the best.”

Leave it to Yusaku Kudo to find the most complicated way of saying something.

“What I am saying is that my son disappeared after visiting Tropical Land and that very night, on the outskirts of said amusement park, a six year old boy was discovered by the security officers, a boy who ran from the police straight to my house, and who Ran found with Dr. Agasa in my library. A boy,” he finished, his youthful face betraying lines of fatigue and stress, “Who coincidentally bears a name created from the conglomeration of two famous mystery authors, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, and Edogawa Ranpo.”

Mouri had swallowed a hard lump, jogged into motion by the sputtering of the kettle. “Dr. Agasa said he was a relative. You’re saying Shinichi’s disappearance and Conan’s appearance are connected?”

“I’m afraid so.”

Mouri waited patiently through Yusaku’s dramatic interlude.

“From what I understand, and I’m likely to know more in the next few days, Shinichi stumbled across some kind of illegal transaction between members of a sophisticated, international crime syndicate and a business owner. While he was gathering evidence of the crime, he was discovered—.”

Here, Mouri had interrupted, “—But Ran has spoken with him! He calls! If he was hurt or… He solved a case just the other day over the phone…!”

“The associates of the criminal organization intended to silence him, but their plans went awry in a most unexpected way,” Yusaku supplied readily. “It seems they had developed a poison, one which would dissolve within its victim, traceless, lethal, a terrifying advancement in chemistry, and they chose Shinichi as the lab rat. But the drug did not work as intended. In fact, it worked in a way I’m sure the organization could not have begun to predict.” Yusaku’s earnest eyes met Mouri’s with a willing intensity, pushing him connect the pieces together.

Once the thought entered Mouri’s head, there was no dispelling it, no matter how insane it seemed. Could Conan Edogawa and Shinichi Kudo be one and the same? Was that the conclusion Yusaku was trying to imply? In some small way, it made a lot of things make sense. The kid was always fluttering around at crime scenes, pointing out small details, poking his nose behind the crime scene tape without a bit of the natural reservation one would expect for a six year old, none of the fear or disgust that ought to be present. And the details he pointed out were always important, always key bits of evidence. Only a mystery nut like Shinichi would come up with a stupid alias like ‘Conan Edogawa,’ too! And Kogoro had seen more success since the boy showed up. His fame, his recognition as a detective only started AFTER Conan had arrived and started guiding the investigations. His amnesia had started up around then, too.

And the more he thought about it, the more sense it made, the more he felt as though he already knew, even before Yusaku spelled it out for him. He knew the pricking feeling, like a spark against his skin, the last thing he’d feel before he’d wake up having solved another case. And then there was the time that he’d started to rouse just slightly and he could hear himself, as if the voice were emanating from the air itself, so competent, so controlled, exposing the devious tricks of the culprit to the room of stunned and attentive suspects. He’d done the logical thing and told himself it was just some kind of delusion, some kind of side effect of his isolated memory loss. He only THOUGHT his mouth wasn’t moving. He only THOUGHT his voice was emanating from elsewhere. It made sense if the brat was somehow shooting him with a tranquilizer and inducing the sleeping state, then emulating his voice to deliver deductions, because no one would listen to the deduction show of a six year old…

The emotions had flooded him in distinct and ferocious waves. Indignation, fury, confusion, worry… Why hadn’t Shinichi just explained the truth? How could he so callously let Ran wait for him, let her carry to burden of his absence and yearn for his presence while all along he was standing right beside her? How dare he repeatedly inject him with God only knows what kind of serum and impersonate him!?

“I can’t pretend I’m entirely on board with how he decided to handle the situation,” Yusaku remarked, as if reading Mouri’s mind. “He had to think fast, though, and Dr. Agasa did suggest that he position himself alongside you, and keep his identity secret, just in case the syndicate came to check up on their attempted elimination. It is true that were the criminals to know the truth, both about the drug’s effect and that Shinichi survived, it would pose danger to all of his associations. I have made contacts with friends in Interpol and other authorities in an attempt to facilitate their capture and dismantling, but so far I have no leads, and in the meantime, Shinichi Kudo cannot exist. You may have suspected already, but Fumiyo Edogawa was just Yukiko in one of her disguises, and we have a plan by which we intend to show him the true danger he’s in. It is my hope that we can take him out of the country, but…” Yusaku sighed, breaking off his stream of words with an almost wistful expression, “Knowing my son, no matter how the next couple of days play out, he won’t want to leave. He’ll want to solve this case, to hold the criminals accountable for what they’ve done and bring the organization to justice. That is why I came to see you. Because in order for him to do that, should he choose to, in order for him to remain here with access to information to cases and criminal activity, he would need to remain in your custody.”

“So you want to run away to America again? You said it was an international syndicate. What if they follow you?”

“Our information is so limited right now. There’s little else that can be done…”

Something about the way Yusaku finished made Mouri think there was an unspoken “Unless” lingering in the stale air between the two of them.

Mouri surprised himself when he filled in the unspoken statement himself, “Unless we wait for them to make a move, linger and wait in the right place, for the right time.” He warmed to the concept quickly, gathering momentum with every word, “The more cases I take, the more likely I’ll stumble upon their activity. The more information I can glean, the better chances we have to take down the organization, to determine the components of the drug and procure an antidote. You won’t say it, but you’re asking me to play along, aren’t you? To let him stay here, to let him hide behind the ‘Sleeping Kogoro’ he created?”

“It’s a lot of ask…”

Mouri flashed him a dark glance.

No, Mouri wasn’t the brightest. He wasn’t a genius. He wasn’t like these crazy natural detectives with their lightning fast deductive abilities and photographic memories, with databanks for brains. But he didn’t need to be a genius to understand the situation as it had been laid before him. He didn’t have to be a mastermind to see how he could be helpful. By taking in Shinichi, or…Conan Edogawa…He would shoulder the dangers if he stumbled upon important information. He would be the shield. The cover. The mask. And all he had to do was act oblivious to it all, to let “Conan” solve the cases through him, and if this secret organization came calling, they wouldn’t suspect the six year old kid—they’d suspect the “great” detective.

“I don’t want him to know…” Yusaku murmured, seeming to sense that Mouri had already, without words, agreed without question.

Mouri arched a brow. “Why is that? Wouldn’t it be more effective if we worked together as a collaborative team? He wouldn’t have to knock me out as much. I could easily deliver the deductions if he guided me through his thought process. Besides, the tranquilizer or whatever he’s using is already losing its effect on me.”

“Shinichi is proud,” Yusaku replied thoughtfully, “And has a chivalrous fault. I’m sure the reason he didn’t tell you initially was to spare you the burden of the knowledge. No doubt he felt that by keeping you and Ran in the dark if the organization were to question you your answers would be honestly innocent. If he knew your involvement, he might do something rash, like refusing to stay. I need him somewhere relatively safe and controlled. This syndicate is a bigger nest of rats than even I could have dreamed up…”

“Why not just order him to go to America with you? Force him to let the authorities handle it.”

Yusaku met Mouri’s gaze, holding it just a moment too long. “Were it you, would you be able to live with yourself if you ran and hid?”

And that was how Mouri ended up with Conan Edogawa as a temporary house guest, though lately it seemed like a permanent arrangement. Yusaku kept him updated with the progress of the case against the “Black Organization” and in the meantime he solved cases and allowed, within reason, Shinichi do his own line of investigation. Of course, part of the deal was that he had to keep the organization from having Conan Edogawa on their radar, a harder job than Mouri had bargained for. Shinichi seemed to forget he was supposed to be a grade-schooler the moment a mystery presented itself, running head first into the trouble, crawling all over crime scenes, and countless times Mouri felt he was being just a TAD too obvious. At those times, Mouri quite relished in his ability to pick him up like a sack of potatoes and toss him out of the way…

The tranquilizer had long worn of having any effect upon him at all, but he still spun and flopped around the room until he found a convenient place to plop himself down and assume the pose of the sleeping detective. Sometimes, just for fun, he would prolong the moment, making it more and more ridiculous, playing his character. Other times, he almost felt the two of them were working together, Shinichi “Ah-le-le-ing” the clues so that Mouri could slowly, slowly get the picture. Those times felt good, like he was learning, like Shinichi trusted that he had the ability to make the deductions, giving him the extra time he needed in order to do so. Other times, he was just a snotty little brat, like he was enjoying the chance to be as annoying to Mouri as possible.

And at the end of the day, Shinichi remained, as he had promised to Yusaku, oblivious to Mouri’s knowledge of his true identity, close enough to keep an eye on, but with enough free rein to investigate, to do his part to seek justice. And Mouri played his part, silly and slow and stupid, because the Black Organization might feel threatened by the astute Sleeping Kogoro, but not when they saw him carefree and drinking, making racing bets and wasting his time at the mahjong table. They were his means of escape, part of his disguise, and lately the only place he could turn to because there was no one to talk to, no one he could tell and little he could do. The inaction ate at his insides. The silence was suffocating; the danger too real.

But it was also the reason Ran was so upset this particular morning. Another late night, home after midnight, stinking of alcohol, pathetic… She had a big Karate thing going on at the school this morning, starting quite early. She was no doubt expecting he would be up to see her off and wish her luck, but he’d been out so late that by the time he awoke she was already dressed and ready to leave, not to mention she had lost sleep herself getting him to bed… She hadn’t made breakfast, leaving him and Conan to fend for themselves.

He ruffled the page of his paper, the tiny print blurring. The headline was something about crime rates rising, but he hadn’t been reading it this whole time, just holding it in front of his face while his mind wandered endlessly. For a moment, he returned to reality, aware, briefly of the muffled conversation from the tables surrounding him, but it was fleeting. His head was far too muddled to focus, far too lost in swirling emotion over the whole ordeal of the last year.

Had someone told him he’d be allowing Shinichi to live under the same roof as Ran at sixteen, if someone told him he’d be casually getting breakfast with him on a Saturday morning, he would have told them they were crazy, and then probably dealt them a fair cobra twist for good measure. But for all the grief he gave Ran about all of Shinichi’s worst qualities, he knew he would rather she was with him than anyone else. And after her return from her class trip to Kiyomizu, he was fairly certain they had graduated from childhood friends to something closer. And he wasn’t so sure he liked it…

The cocky annoying brat…

He ought to be focusing on his case, on the evil murderous syndicate looming over his life, not running off on a school trip, somehow, miraculously, returning to his original form just for the occasion, flashing his face all over Kyoto, engaging in grandiose deduction shows and finding time to cement his relationship with Ran to boot. It wasn’t safe, it wasn’t smart. For all his genius, he could be incredibly stupid, Kogoro fumed.

And it wasn’t exactly fair to Ran either, to send her back from the school trip the same way he had left her at that fancy restaurant, and in London, disappearing as if he were the phantom thief! One minute there, the next minute gone, leaving Ran to wait endlessly, day after day, wondering when the next news would arrive. All the while he was right there, eating dessert with her at the restaurant, holding her hand as they walked across the street on the way to their respective schools. So near, yet so far. Mouri knew the pain of being apart from the person you cared most deeply about. He knew how the ache could eat at one’s soul, and he couldn’t stand to see that pain in his daughter’s eyes.

Of course, it wasn’t Shinichi’s fault exactly that the makeshift antidotes always seemed to wear off at the worst moment. And Mouri had recognized the tragic, lost expressions on Conan’s face time and time again, an expression of longing and frustration that no child could suffer. There were times that Shinichi got on his nerves, especially when he was being particularly indiscrete at a crime scene and making not only Ran, but everyone else suspicious, and he had taken advantage of their dynamic to make many a pointed comment about Shinichi’s defects in front of him. At the same time, however, he had also seen Shinichi’s face grow weary and sad, weighted down by the immensity of the situation he had found himself in. At times like that, Kogoro did what he could either to redirect his attention, involve him in a case or just offer some slight praise to Shinichi, some slight nudge of encouragement, even if he couldn’t say it outright. In his own small way, Kogoro tried to uplift him when he could. Because, ultimately, that boy was going to be his son-in-law. And Yusaku was right, Shinichi was chivalrous and proud, and he adored Ran with an undying loyalty that Mouri had to respect.

“Kogoro-no-ojisan!”

There was a nudge at his elbow and he jolted, jostling his coffee mug and the hot, dark liquid sloshed over the rim and polka-dotted the front of his suit. Looking down at the young boy beside him on the booth seat he scowled menacingly, gruff with his reply, “What do you want?!”

“It’s time to order!”

Startled, he turned his head to find T­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­ooru Amuro grinning with polite patience. “I’ll get you some napkins!” He turned quickly, running his fingers through his bangs to brush them out of his eyes in his haste.

Mouri waved away the concern, however, calling him back. “Don’t bother, not much spilled.”

“I can come back if you’re not ready yet.”

Shaking his head, Mouri ordering his usual absentmindedly. Beside him, Conan chirped that he’d like an egg on toast and Amuro turned away back to the café counter. Mouri was about to return to his perusal of the paper when he noticed Shinichi’s eyes lingering on his face with that same, unnerving, calculating stare Yusaku had, like he was peeling back false pretenses, looking directly into Mouri’s deepest thoughts. He bristled, crooked an eyebrow and glared back. “What do you want?” he snapped. Unable to hold back from mocking him a little, he added, “The comic section?”

He noted the reddish tint to Shinichi’s ears at being talked down to like the child he appeared to be and it satisfied Mouri’s pettiness. Gradually he shook his head, “You seem distracted…”

“Sometimes adults have complex thoughts.”

“Is it a case?” Conan pressed with a hopeful eagerness. He’d been pouting most of the morning, slouched in the booth with his arms crossed, though Kogoro wasn’t sure why, and the possibility of something to do seemed to instantly excite him.

“It’s not a case,” Mouri replied, dashing the boy’s hopes.

He slunk back into the cushions, his feet dangling pathetically and his chin dipped into the collar of his shirt. “Oh.”

Pathetic.

“What’s your problem today?” Mouri relented to ask, setting the paper aside and leaning back.

“Nothing…”

“You know you shouldn’t WANT there to be cases,” Mouri patronized, “A case means someone committed a crime.”

Conan’s eyes flashed behind the lens of his glasses. “I don’t WANT there to be crime.”

“Then why do you seem so disappointed?”

“No reason.” He shoved his hands into his pockets and dipped even further in his seat. “I wonder how long the tournament is…”

Mouri rolled his eyes. “Don’t you have your Detective brat squad to loiter around with today?”

“They’re going to see the Kamen Yaiba movie.”

“You’re not?”

Conan shrugged. “I told them I was going to Ran’s karate tournament.”

Mouri frowned. This particular tournament, more of an exhibition that the Karate club had organized to get more members, was not open to public audience. Since it was a Saturday, and the school access was limited, attendance was restricted to Teitan High students only. Conan couldn’t go. And now it made sense why he was sulking. Because had he been Shinichi, he would be cheering Ran on, supporting her, being the kind of person she could depend upon… But he was forced, in yet another way, to let her down.

Sighing, Mouri drained the last of his coffee. “Maybe after we eat we can walk over there, then,” he found himself saying, “Maybe we can sneak in.”

Conan’s head bobbed up at this, undisguised surprise clearly painted across his features. “You want to go, too?”

He grunted. “I have a lot to make up to her, too.”

#detco #dcmk #fanfiction #Wrote this on my side blog but I wanted to share it here too #I love the idea that Kogoro might know the truth or is smarter than he seems #And I love how he and Conan/Shinichi interact with one another #Plus he's a hardcore Shinran shipper and no one can convince me otherwise #Even though he finds every opportunity to drag Shinichi through the mud #he loves him #and he knows Ran loves him #Shinichi and Ran #Mouri Kogoro #Eri Kisaki #Yusaku Kudo #Yukiko Kudo

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shinichi and heiji are so funny like they're ride or die but they're also so petty about shit. like hey man thanks for going on the murder boat the other day and pretending to be me so i could sneak off and put my life in danger a different way. that was huge. fuck you for interrupting my free time. i have a novel to read

#Shinichi and Heiji #Honestly probably my favorite friendship in any media #I know some people ship them #But its the platonic stuff for me thats just... #*Chef's kiss* #This is especially apparent during the Scarlet School Trip #Like when he goes back to his room and Nakamichi and the others are being dorks and teasing him #and he and Heiji switch places #But then he just immediately sends him the code because he and Heiji think the same #and Heiji gets him #and yeah #he likes his friends from school #but Heiji GETS it #Heiji THINKS like him #Its so pure and beautiful #Gets me every time.