And here's chapter 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan.
Chapter 2-hugging and asking for autographs
My heart stopped beating. Detective Conan. I’m in the world of Detective Conan; my all time favorite anime/manga ever. Butterflies filled my stomach, bunnies jumped inside my chest, and bees buzzed in my head. This is too good to be true.
My thoughts were interrupted when the waiter, Amuro asked me something.
Taken back, I shifted in my seat as far away from the waiter as possible. ‘Boubon…’ I cried mentally in fright. ‘GetawayfrommeGetawayfromme’ I prayed. I shook my head stiffly as if to say that ‘no’.
And then he walked away and came back with a glass of water. Still alerted is filled with suspicions, I took the water and gulped down the tablet. Almost instantly, the high pitch waves of weird noise became words that I understood. The aunts that were sitting at the table across from me were talking about a sale at the department store, and bourbon was asking me if I wanted anything else.
“Ah, um, no, thank you.” Words came stammering out of my lips, in proper Japanese. Not those learned-from-anime broken ones. I grinned to myself.
But then that slight bit of joy left me. A cold chill travels down my body. In front of me is Bourbon. Bourbon from the black organization. BO. The ultimate villain in detective conan; those who would not hesitate in taking the lives of others. My breath caught in my throat and my body became tense.
The waiter looked confused at my sudden reaction, eyebrows furrowed, he walked away. I swallowed that nervous lump in my throat and sign in relief.
Once I had calmed down, I tilted my head upward. Then…this means that right up there is… ‘No way…’ I breathed. Quickly, I reached into the backpack and took out the wallet. ‘How much would a glass of water cost..?’ I asked myself while l looked into the content of the wallet. ‘Back in Thailand, it would cost um… so em…how many yen is that…’
I put a coin of 100 yen on the table and gathered my things. Took a last glance at Amuro, I swiftly left café poirot.
On the street, I backed up until I could see the entire building. The window on the second floor of that building has Japanese Kanchi on them; which I can now read; Mouri Detective Agency.
‘So it’s confirmed…’ I smiled to myself and a warm feeling washed over me. I recognized it as joy. But then, I might have imagined it, but I could feel a cold gaze on me. Ignored it, I looked around.
The street was exactly like in the anime/manga. I couldn’t believe it. I’m standing on THE street. If not for the people passing by, I would have let myself roll on the sidewalk and squeal to myself until I die.
And then the most magical, amazing, marvelous thing happened. The passerby seemed to blur away. And a spotlight seemed to shine at the figures before me.
5 perfect angels walked side-by-side.
5 students whom I know their full name and biography by heart.
5 students whom 2 of them were actually not who they claim to be.
1 of those 2, a shrunken scientist and the other a high school detective
They all had their cute Japanese primary school backpacks on their shoulders and a bright smile on their faces. Except for Haibara who has on her usual poker face.
My knees turned weak. An overwhelming sensation boiled inside me. I was laying my eyes on THE detective boys. Ayumi, Mitsuhiko, Genta, Haibara, and THE Conan Edogawa.
‘omgomgomgomgit’sconanit’sconanit’sedogawaconan’ I squealed to mentally to myself, tears filled my eyes and my breath caught in my throat. My knees turned week and I covered my mouth to hold back my fangirl-ing.
“Conan-kun!” I blurted out of pure joy and excitement.
They all stopped dead in their tracks. A confused expression formed on Conan’s face as he scanned me with his bright blue eyes.
He turned to his friends and said something to them. They nodded and waved at him before they left to the other direction.
Conan, after he whispered something to Haibara jogged toward me. I felt my heart pounding in my chest. I need to contain myself... Make a good impression... So I swallowed back my edogawahead-ness and bended down to eye level with Conan and beamed at him "Hello Conan-kun!"
"Nee-sama, are you here for the mouri detective agency?" he asked in his childish voice.
I struggled to hide my smile. I'm laying my eyes on the real edogawa conan! The great amazing perfect genius detective!
"Um.. Yes, that's right!" I lied, a bead of sweat formed on my forehead.
"Ok then!" he grinned and lead me up the stairs to the agency and I followed quietly behind.
Who would have known that on the inside, I'm fangirling like a teenage girl seeing a pop star.
I'm walking up THE stairs to THE detective agency. THE stairs that Conan walks up everyday.
Conan opened the door and I almost bawled once again in absolute joy.
THE Mouri detective agency. It's exactly the same as in the anime. THE couch, THE bookshelf filled with Yoko related things, and THE trashed working desk of THE Mouri Kogoro.
So I just stood there in front of the doorsteps, frozen. I couldn’t bring myself to enter such sacred place. My legs stiffened and I swallowed.
“What are you standing there for? Come on!” Conan welcomed me in with his cheerful-pretend-first-grader-voice.
I bit my lips, and slowly, I forced my legs to move. My heart seemed to burst and melt at the same time. I’m actually…here. Turned around, hesitated for
"oh, right, I forgot neesama, I'm sorry... Uncle Kogoro is-"
"Drinking with his friends today and won't be home until very late tonight." I finished for him, the words coming out automatically. Since that’s the only reason Kogoro ever go outside. "I know Conan-kun" I smiled and looked at Conan's astonished face.
"How did you know? You're so good! You must be a detective!" his eye sparkled as he put down his backpack on the table. "You can sit here okay?" he pointed toward the couch. "I'm going to get some drink for you. Uncle Kogoro is not here so you can tell me instead. And then I'll tell it to him." and he ran off into the kitchen.
"Ah, no, it's not-" I reached my hand put to stop him but he already went.
I signed and sat on the couch (THE couch btw.) and put my backpack to next to me.
"Hai dozo!" Conan sang in his high pitch voice and put the glass on the table. Jumped on the couch and folded his legs, he started "so.."
“I’m sorry but earlier, I lied…” I said timidly.
Conan tilted his head childishly.
"It's okay Conan. You can drop the act." I anxiously told him.
"Eh?" he asked, still in his babyish voice.
"I know. About you. The black organization. Everything."
His expression darkened.
"What are you talking about?" he chuckled and forced out a smile.
I played with my fingers and quietly mumbled. “You look like a 7 years old, but you’re actually 17. A highschooler like me. You’re known as the great detective of the east, Kudo Shinichi. And then you were shrunken... Because of the APTX 4869 pill. At Tropical Land."
'While you were on a date with your sweetheart' I added to myself.
"Then you went to Agasa's and he told you to keep it a secret. And so Edogawa Conan was born. You were behind the mysterious Sleeping Kogoro. There are currently 9 people-"
'And millions of Conan fan' I giggled to myself.
"-who knows about your secret. Your parent, Agasa, Haibara, Heiji, Kaito kid, Vermouth, Subaru, and Eisuke Hondou"
Conan's face paled.
"Nononono, don't worry, I'm not your enemy or anything. I only knew these things because I'm... Not from around here.". I smiled fretfully. "Here, I think this can explain things a bit better." I handed him the brochure.
Wearily, he took it from me. "Haibara, you can come in now." he shouted loud enough for the person at the other side of the door to hear.
"Haibara?" I exclaimed as I turned around to see her walked in.
"So who are you really?" crossed her arms, she asked in her usual icy feminine tone, her pale blue eyes observing me.
"Um…well…” I started uneasily as she slumped down next to Conan.
"Huh." she breathes while reading the brochure over Conan's shoulder.
After they were done reading it, two pairs of wide eyes looked directly at me. There was an awkward silence.
Conan was the first to break the silence. "Are you real?"
I shrugged. "Um... I don't really know. It all feels real to me, but at the same time it’s not…"
"Ok, moving aside from that. How do you know so much about us?"
'Beeeeeeecause I read and watched all Conan episodes and read every chapter and is an edogawahead?'
"It's complicated. Let's just say that I know, okay?" I said putting on a fake exaggerated smile. I better not tell them that they’re actually a fictional character…
"mmm... Okay.." Conan muttered.
"Ne, Conan..." I said nervously.
"Yeah?"
"come here for a bit" I waved him over. A bit confused, he slowly approached me.
He's right there! Within arm reach! With shaky hands, I reached out to stroke his cheek.
"wait... What are you doing?" I tried to move away but I tugged at his shirt.
"No, it's just that… I always dreamed of touching Edogawa Conan. And it's so cool that I can now actually talk to you. I... This might sound really weird but... Can I.... hug you?" I blushed a deep shade of red.
"EH?" Conan and Haibara said at the same time. Haibara’e eye and his were reduced to dots.
"I guess..." Conan mumbled.
And so then my edogawahead-ness finally exploded.
I pulled the little detective toward me, and I hugged him, squealing softly in a high pitch voice. I can't believe it! The little boy in my arms, Edogawa Conan! Kudo Shinichi! The real thing!
It blows my mind, knowing that he is a fictional character. Something from the imagination of an amazing man, Gosho Aoyama. The chibified highschooler felt so real in my arms. His warm body and the steady heart beat. I pulled him closer. If this really is a dream, then I might as well enjoy it to the limit of my extent.
I took a strand of his hair between my fingers and played with it. With a deep sign, I pulled away.
When I finally let go, Conan chuckled and an uneasy smile formed on his lips.
Sensing the awkward situation, I quickly blurted out. "Oh no, I totally ship you and Ran together so don't worry."
"Huh?" Conan's face blushed madly.
I pretended to clear my throat and said in a fake-manly voice of those American dubber. "The heart of a women whom one loves, how can someone accurately deduce that?" I beamed at him. "Does that sound familiar?"
The expression on Conan's face was priceless. Horror, surprise, embarrassment, it was all in there. "How-how did you..?"
My smile widens. "Like I said, I know everything."
"But...but..."
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I won't expose any of your 'private' things anymore.” I giggled.
"As the situation turned out okay, and she’s not a threat, can I go now Metantei-San?" Haibara said sarcastically, looking at her nails.
"Ah, right, sorry Haibara. You can go now."
"Hai hai" she brushed it aside and walked out the door.
...
"So. When is your girlfriend coming back?" I teased.
"Like I said... She's not my girlfriend..." Conan's face turned red once again.
"Yet."
Conan face palmed himself and whined his childish whine. "She's coming soon." and slumped down on the sofa next to me.
"Speaking of which, can I stay here during my so called trip here?" I casually asked and took a sip from the glass of water.
"I'm okay with it, but it all depends on uncle Kogoro. And maybe Ran.”
“Okay…um…Conan?”
“What is it?”
“Can I…have your autographs?”