Author's comment; I have not written fanfiction in forever; and I'll always have a soft spot in my heart for detective conan. I just have so much fun playing with the dynamic between Ran and Shinichi/Conan. I haven't included KID or anything because, I haven't seen or read that far into DC...so just bear with me when it comes to things like that.
Conan lifted his bespectacled, 'innocent' orbs to gaze upon Ran's sleeping form. He smiled and set the glasses aside; let the Conan facade crumble for a moment. He was Shinichi. Shinichi Kudo; the greatest young detective in the history of Japan.
Poison; that had done him in. Rendered Ran unreachable. When she cried out for Shinichi, how could she even fathom that he was beside her, keeping silent in the little body of Conan Edogawa?
Shinichi began to muse on the effects of poison. What he would have rather had happen to him. Death?
"He that is strucken blind cannot forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost".
The words slipped from his tongue as a whisper. He immediately recognized their source; Romeo and Juliet. English class.
Shinchi though about Shakespeare. About Romeo and Juliet.
Starcrossed lovers, destined to never be together because their families forbid it, because it was not right.
That struck a chord.
Shinichi reached out to touch Ran's hair; she shifted in her sleep, and he pulled his hand back, blushing.
Shinich was very methodical. When he professed an interest in Shakespeare, Ran had looked confused for a moment, which, in turn, confused Shinichi. Then Ran laughed, and quoted,
"True, I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy'
And they had moved on.
What was the scene? As Conan, he could not remember. The setting sun filtered through the curtains and lit Ran's face. Shinichi blushed and turned away.
"Her beauty makes
This vault a feasting presence full of light" he spoke. 'Conan' jumped up onto the couch opposite Ran and lay down, turning his back to the sleeping girl. He looked back for a moment, then closed his eyes.
"And Steal immortal blessings from her lips; who,even in pure and vestal modesty, still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin.", he muttered, eyelids heavy with sleep. "Ran-neechan" mockingly escaped his lips as he drifted into sleep.
He lay in shallow sleep, as if in a trance. Ran stood before him, and for once, Shinichi was not trapped as Conan. He leaned into her, laying his head heavily on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Ran."
The heat overwhelmed him, and he fell to the ground, trying to force, "I love you" from lips that would not speak.
Ran leaned over the small boy and smiled as he awoke, rubbing his eyes.
"Ran-k...Ran- neechan? Wha..what time is it?"
"Late. Here; I'll carry you to bed."
The Shinichi inside the mind was too exhausted to protest. Ran lifted 'Conan' from the couch and carried the boy to his room. As they made the short trek, Conan's eyes drooped closed again.
Ran smiled; Conan was lucky that he didn't need to understand things like love yet.