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I DO NOT OWN DETECTIVE CONAN


"Tou-san, look." said a seven-year old Saguru, holding up a puppy. "I found this dog at the park. He was hungry and didn't have a collar, so I fed him. Can I keep him?"

His father frowned. "No. We are not keeping him."

"Why not?" asked Saguru, putting the puppy down. "I took good care of Watson. I'm pretty sure I can handle a puppy. He looks lonely."

"I know you're responsible enough." assured his father, "But it's just... We can't handle having another member added to our family."

"It's because of kaa-san, isn't it." said Saguru bluntly.

"I-It's not because of her!" stammered his father. Saguru rolled his eyes.

"Your voice is betraying you, tou-san." stated Saguru."I'll give the puppy to my classmate. She always wanted a puppy." Saguru then turned towards his father. "But you can't let the past haunt you forever."


"Why does it seem like you hate me so much? Why do you want to get rid of me so badly?"

That question combined with how mature Conan seems to be caught the superintendent off guard. He decided to choose his words carefully, reminding himself this is a seven-year old he's talking to.

"I don't hate you..." trailed off the superintendent.

"Really?" said Conan doubtfully. "You call 'shoving me into the car while I was still sleeping and set on putting me in an orphanage' love? I'd hate to see what you do when you hate someone."

The superintendent rolled his eyes. "The reason I want to get rid of you so badly is because I can't afford another child."

"No, you can afford it." said Conan nonchalantly. "Your salary is huge and each room is quite decorated. There hasn't been any sign of drastic loss of money. So money isn't the reason."

The superintendent's hands gripped tighter on the steering wheel. "You're very observant for a child." he commented. Conan nodded in appreciation.

"Thanks." said Conan.

The superintendent sighed. "The reason is something a kid like you would never understand."

"I'm sorry for your loss." said Conan, "Must have been very special to you, especially since it's making you act this way."

The man's eyes widened. "How did you know?!" he shouted.

Conan blinked innocently at him.

"I didn't." he said, "It was just a wild guess. You just confirmed it."

"Are you sure you're seven?" asked the superintendent cautiously. Conan just shrugged.

"How am I supposed to know? I have amnesia." insisted Conan.

"Well, you sure are interesting for a kid." sighed the superintendent.

"I don't know all the details" admitted Conan, "and I'm pretty sure you won't tell me." he said slowly. "But time heals all wounds. Don't let the past haunt your forever, okay?"

The superintendent fidgeted slightly. Why are seven-year olds giving the superintendent of police advice?

"There's something I don't understand about you." said the superintendent. "You're a bright kid. I'm sure you realized by now that if you keep clinging onto Saguru and calling him your nii-san, you're just ignoring your past. You may have had a brother, a real brother, who misses you. You may have had parents and friends who are looking for you. Why are you wasting your time doing nothing?"

Conan stared at him. "Sir. I'm just a kid. I can't do anything because I'm not allowed to do much."

The superintendent chuckled. "Right, right, of course." He took in a deep breath.

"I'll give you a chance."

Conan perked up.

"A chance?" asked Conan, "Do you mean..?"

"Yes. A chance to stay. But only on one condition..."


Saguru had been staring at the same page for the last ten minutes before sighing.

This is crazy. He can't even sit down and read a Sherlock Holmes book. Maybe the end of the world is near.

Baaya then entered the office. "Saguru-bocchama." started Baaya, "It's dinnertime. Come to the kitchen and eat."

"No thank you." answered Saguru. Baaya frowned.

"Are you mad at me, Bocchama?" asked Baaya. She couldn't help but feel guilty. After all, she knew this would happen. And yet...

"No." replied Saguru, flipping his page. "It's not your fault. You were doing your job."

"Well then, you should still come and eat. It's not healthy to skip dinner." scolded Baaya. Saguru thought about it before sighing, putting down his book.

Baaya is right. He can't just skip dinner and be cold-hearted to everyone. He needs to try and act normally. It would do no good to make everyone worry.


Saguru yawned, preparing to go to bed.

Tap tap tap.

Raising an eyebrow, the detective turned his head towards the direction of the sound. It was coming from the window. Someone was knocking on his window. Saguru's eyes widened when he realized who it was.

Conan.

He opened the window. Conan smiled back at the half-brit.

"Hi Saguru-nii-san!" exclaimed Conan.

"C-Conan-kun!" said Saguru, "What are you doing here? I thought you were sent to the orphanage."

"I was." said Conan, "But I ran away. I missed you too much, nii-san!"

Saguru ran a hand through his hair. "Y-You can't just run away..." Conan frowned.

"You didn't miss me, nii-san?" asked Conan, looking disappointed.

"I-I missed you!" insisted Saguru, "I didn't want you to leave. But..."

"But..?" repeated Conan.

"But my tou-san will get very angry if he sees that you've come back." explained Saguru, "You don't want to see him when he's mad, he—"

"What's this?"

Saguru tensed up. Turning around slowly, he saw his father behind him, looking very angry.

"Tou-san, I can explain—"

"No." frowned the superintendent. "You took him away from the orphanage, didn't you?"

Saguru's eyes widened. "No, he came here on his own."

Saguru's father crossed his arms. "I thought we discussed this."

Saguru clenched his fists. He took one look at Conan, then at his own father. Suddenly, he knew just what to do.

"Yes. We have. And you haven't given me a chance to speak." started Saguru. "Look, tou-san. I care about Conan-kun. So this time, I'm not going to give you any choice. He's staying. Don't you want to let go of your past eventually? I want him to be a member of our family, even if it is temporary and that one day he'll leave. So, tou-san, go at me with your best shot. Go ahead and say all sorts of excuses as to why he can't stay. I'll counter every one of them."

There was silence.

Then suddenly, a chuckle. A small chuckle. This small chuckle quickly grew into laughter. Full on laughter.

Saguru watched in disbelief as his father began to laugh his heart out.

Conan climbed inside the room, chuckling a bit.

"Prankster Guy was right. Nii-san, you do have the best expressions." commented Conan casually.

"Huh?" said Saguru, confused. Conan didn't reply, instead he faced the superintendent.

"Hey, tou-san. Stop laughing. Nii-san is probably thinking you went completely bonkers." said Conan.

Wait, did Conan just called the superintendent tou-san?!

"W-What is going on here?" asked Saguru. Conan smiled sweetly at him.

"Long story short, I beat tou-san senseless, grabbed a gun, and forced him at gunpoint to adopt me." exclaimed Conan cheerfully.

"What?" said Saguru.

"Nah, I'm just kidding." said Conan, "But tou-san really did adopted me."

"What?" repeated Saguru. Conan pat him on the back.

"You must be very sleepy, nii-san." commented Conan. "You should go to sleep and think about it tomorrow."

At this point, the superintendent finally did stop laughing.

"Conan-kun is right." said the superintendent, smiling slightly.

"But I thought you weren't over it." said Saguru. His father smiled sadly.

"I'm not, I don't think I ever would be. But if it makes you happy, Saguru, I guess I'll have to do it."


"Yes. A chance to stay. But only on one condition..."

"Condition?" Conan had asked, "What's the condition?"

"You'll see."

Conan fidgeted on the corner of his blankets. It's dead at night and he's worrying. But why should he worry? Whatever condition it would be, he'd be able to handle. It would be worth it. So why exactly is he worrying?

"...I want him to be a member of our family, even if it is temporary and that one day he'll leave."

And that one day he'll leave.

He'll leave.

Conan shivered. But he knew it is the truth. His parents, his biological parents, they might be worried. When he regains his memory and finds his parents, would his parents take him away?

The young boy closed his eyes, his thoughts haunting him for the rest of the night.


Done! With five minutes to spare! I had less than 5 hours to do this. Most of the weekend I was either at the doctors (cause I'm a very sickly child) or at my friend's house (and she hates it when I spend all my time with technology). I should really learn to write these chapters in advance... So what do you guys think? Once I finish this story and finish middle school, I would try and remake this fanfic. Cause I think you guys deserve better writing than this. This is sort of like planning out the plotline. I am writing this story blindly with no solid direction. By the way, just cause I'm curious, what are some ways to counter writer's block? I have that a lot and it's annoying.

-PhantomBird

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