#Miyano Shiho (mentioned)

[seraheart]

Someone rant about Haibara and APTX horror with me, please!!!

[doublechocolate]

y'know, inspired by this tweet, i just realized that when shinichi and shiho get married, akai will be related to kaitou kid by marriage too, though quite a distant. and it's funny (only to me, maybe) when you remember that one time subaru and conan cornered kaitou in the toilet when kaitou secretly took a photo of subaru's voice changing collar;

like this is family on family crime! pure telenovela level of family chaos! 😂not to mention the drama that will ensue when the kudou-kuroba-akai families gather for an occasion. shiho being the only miyano left would simple nope out of the situation.

[maginpui]

Living the Beika High

Fandom: Detective Conan

Rating:  Teen 

Words: 2281 

Tags: Au, crack, implied drug use (ish?), apotoxin mention, black organization mention, murder mention, beika city housing prices, should i tag emus and australia, no beta we die like every filler episode victim killed by his ex-girlfriend

Relationships:   Edogawa Conan/ Kudo Shinichi & Kuroba Kaito , Haibara Ai/Miyano Shiho & Kuroba Kaito

Characters:  Edogawa Conan, Kuroba Kaito & Haibara Ai.

Summary:   Crack fic/ Au- where Kuroba Kaito gets poisoned by the apotoxin.

It has been two years since Shinichi Kudo and Miyano Shiho got poisoned by the Apotoxin.

For Kuroba Kaito it’s only been three weeks since he’d been thrown into the life of nine year old ‘Edogawa Akechi’, Edogawa’s Conan’s twin brother. And while his new life has been kind of wild, he believed that he was starting to get the hang of it all...

Links: link

[ecargmura]

Whisper Me A Love Song Episode 5 Review - A Time Limit

*gasp* No powerpoint transition slides? *gasp* Aki is not a toxic third wheel? Wow, I’m impressed. Aki could have easily been that toxic third wheel in a love triangle, but I’m glad the writer didn’t go that route for her. Instead, Aki does play a more pivotal role for Himari to realize that she needs to get a grip and understand her feelings as soon as possible. Yori is a third year, so she only has one year left until she graduates and if she does, Himari might not even be able to see her often anymore. It’d be too late. I’m glad that time is an important factor here. Himari can’t mull over her feelings. What if she suddenly develops feelings for Yori and Yori is no longer at school? I’m glad that Himari finally realizes the risks that love puts in and that she needs to hurry, but not rush.

Realizing that Yori might be taken away if she doesn’t hurry up, Himari learns to take things a bit seriously now. She’s really trying her best to find a good time to respond to Yori’s feelings. She even felt jealous at the thought of Yori being taken away, so there’s some good progression? She even gets love advice from Momoka. She learns from her that love is just something that happens and it doesn’t need to be expressed physically like with hugs or kisses.

Yori finally finishes her love song to Himari and she calls it Sunny Spot. Wait a second… isn’t that what Himari means? Oh ho ho… The part where Himari meets the band was so cute. Kaori wanted to hug Himari but got glared at by Yori. I don’t know why, but Yori’s behavior really reminds me of Sasaki from Sasaki and Miyano from the gentle simp behavior to glaring at anyone who wants to touch Himari. 

Momoka was the MVP in this episode. The person who casted Reina Ueda as Momoka deserves a raise. Gosh, Momoka was such a gem in this episode. I want a side story for her. Is she in love with Hajime? Or the blue-haired girl? Speaking of which, who is that blue-haired girl? She seems to know Kaori… Wait, is she that Shiho girl Aki briefly mentioned in a past episode?

I can’t wait to hear Sunny Spot. I’m sure it’ll be a great song. Overall, this was a good episode that gives good progression to Himari and a bit more characterization to Aki. What are your thoughts on this episode?

[liminalh-creations]

Sleeplessly embracing Butterflies and needles Line my seamed-up joins Encased in case I need it...

my headcanon sketches/drawings of the Miyano family! (+ two terrible men who escaped my brain, just ignore them it'll be ok i promise) all are as depicted in my canon divergent fanfiction

going into this, i had the core goal of making both Akemi and Shiho not look too much like their mother, seeing as International Agent Shuichi Akai would fucking notice if the girl he's dating is visibly his own damn cousin. As such, my Akemi very heavily takes after her father; and even Shiho Sherry with her sharp nose and wider jaw is not so easy to recognise (and would've been even less so when Akai encountered her years ago, when she was a teenager).

close-ups and more commentary below!

the parents!

Eleanora 'Elena' Serafim was quite estranged from her older sister Marianne 'Mary'. She spent most of her youth while in the UK trying to distance herself from the assertive and overreaching Mary; initially physically and with different hobbies/friend groups (in fact, El didn't have many friends compared to the very popular Mary), and later by chosen profession. Atsushi meanwhile came from underprivileged circumstances and only managed to get into higher education thanks to a sponsorship from everyone in his neighbourhood pitching together, which gave him to means to attain a scholarship co-funded between the Japanese government and a private corporation that was interested in supporting aspiring young scientists.

Atsushi and Eleanora met during their studies at Cambridge. Atsushi started with a BMed but switched to a MSc; while Eleanora was always pursuing a pure science path.

There is more to their story (between failed pregnancies and increasingly unfortunate work placements) but to expedite the report: by 1991 Elena 'Absinthe' Miyano was a Chief of Research & Development of the Black Organisation in Tokyo, and her husband Atsushi 'Madeira' Miyano her right hand, liason to the rest of the company, and in charge of the medical wing in particular. They had one daughter, an adopted science experiment, and a second child on the way.

In 1999 the two parents died in a terrible accident. The details cannot be disclosed without Black Label clearance or higher.

the two (2) daughters!

Akemi Miyano (27 in summer 2010) inherited a lot more of her father's features, while Shiho (18 in summer 2010) takes more after her mother's side. (This might loosely apply to their personalities too, oops,,,,)

In addition to the point i mentioned above (Akai has, like, eyes and a partway functioning brain) I also thought this character design choice might contrast thesen two very different sisters in some interesting ways. If you're a reader of my silly "little" (c 280k words at time of posting) fanfic, you can see that contrast especially in this chapter :3

In terms of timeline, I've shuffled a few things around. I won't get too into things that might count as potential spoilers for my fanfic premise (lmfao) but suffice to say we're getting plenty of time with Akemi in the story. (And after that, plenty of time without her, too. huhuhuh...)

[everythingblackblack]

How do you feel about ShinShi and KaiShinShi? Kudou Shinichi and Miyano Shiho have an interesting relationship as Edogawa Conan and Haibara Ai, I've heard them described as each other's doom as she made the poison that de-aged him and he couldn't save Hirota Masami/Miyano Akemi who was her last remaining family and link to normalcy. But they became each other's salvation learning to trust each other, she made him the prototype antidote and gave him as much information as she could (not as much as she knew to avoid him diving headfirst into danger) and he protected her from the Black Organisation when they came looking for a little Sherry, helped her build a life as Haibara Ai - proving that it wasn't wrong for her to confirm him as dead and come to him for help. Though I understood seeing them as strictly friends or more like siblings (thank you Professor Agasa). Ai's commentary on KaiShin rivalry/frenemies with favours relationship is great and canon gives us her amazing unrequited love but I think she and Kaito could understand each other as genius people who have done bad things without being forced to in the traditional sense partly due to their childhood circumstances and partly to revive a dead parent(s)' legacy and routinely hide things/lie to those they love to prevent them being unwillingly trapped in dark world of a life of crime due to their association with them, they are also both cold and sweet. I think she'd have feelings about him saving her too, he Knows About Sherry that's huge by itself.

First of all, I forgot to mention, but I really like CoAi and by extension, ShinShi as well. I confess that I was left wanting to participate in CoAi week, but there is always next year. KaiShinShi fanarts are cute! And I've seen an incorrect quotes blog out there that's also cool. So yes, I like KaiShinShi.

I like the concept and everything you say is great. In fact, I really like ShinShi because "they are each other's downfall", and I like it because it sounds tragic but it really doesn't have to end tragically, right?

In fact, maybe (I don't know) you saw my previous posts with Shiho x Kaito vibes, I really like the ship because they are both criminals, but they are not really bad even though they think they are.

Plus, Shiho has a morbid sense of humor that reminds me of Kaito's mother! They could definitely get along.

I think I started liking KaiShinShi because I saw a comic where Shiho and Kaito get together because of her unrequited love for Shinichi and I loved that angst. Don't ask me about the comic, I saw it once and let it go.

[zryexal]

[Ramble warning ⚠️]

Ever since I read this coai/shinshi fic on lofter that had the premise of shinichi following shiho's surname after marriage I started thinking of what kind of ending would I like.

I like the premise of no antidote so they have to live on as edogawa Conan and haibara Ai together w the detective boys from elementary all the way, almost like a happy dream come true or a second chance in life (one would have been fatally shot without aptx4869, one took it w the intention of suicide)

But after reading that particular fic, I kinda don't want her to drop her identity as miyano shiho, cuz her name is like a gift from her parents, and is how her beloved sister calls her. It'd be nice if she could overcome, accept her dark past and live in the light as miyano shiho instead

So I think whether it's haibara Ai or miyano shiho, whether it's coai, shinshi or shinai (I personally like the idea of ai chan using herself as a test subject for the antidote so much she developed a resistance) (I find the chances of coshi happening very low logically but I am open to it if someone can develope it well) (I also prefer them to be in the same state BC their fates r tied together but a godfic 竟渡河 convinced me shinai is as good as coai and shinshi even if haibara decided not to take the antidote rather than BC she couldn't),

The coai I love is the interaction between Holmes and Watson + Irene 2 in 1, be it daily life or during cases, their shared fate, to still have each other in such unfortunate circumstances.

Haibara left one reason or another? No worries, he'll find her again one way or another. They grew up together as tablemate? Perfect. They ate the antidote and work together in adulthood? Also perfect. Only shinichi turned back? He'll wait for her, "time can rewind, as long as you hold onto my hand". No matter the setting, no matter how things develope from here on, their chemistry is unmatched. They'll be okay together.

By the way for those curious, the first fic I mentioned goes along something like shinichi from 10 years in the future meets with an accident that caused a coma, and during this coma he gets sent back in time to present day. Conan is mysteriously missing for the time being. Shinichi takes haibara out for a day, accidentally leaving his police id at agasa's. He takes her shopping, asking for her opinion on wedding dresses (he didn't get to have a proper ceremony with shiho) but she's deflective because she's thinking of ran. He spoils her rotten by buying her fusae bags, perfume, etc willingly although she's mindful. When he comes back w her ran and sonoko who are at agasa's saw the id and are like ??? Why is your surname miyano now and he explained that miyano as a family name holds huge importance to his wife so he decided to go with her surname instead of making her part with a significant portion of her identity. When the actual him wakes up from his coma in the future, he starts to disappear in the present day and haibara acknowledges him for the first time as a miyano after recovering from her shock. When shinichi wakes up shiho is sleeping by his bedside. He notices her crying and tries to wipe her tears, but his gesture wakes her up. He asks her why, and she replies it's bc she dreamt of a younger her being chosen. He smiles because he knows that it's because he chose her right there and then in the past.

The second fic I mentioned? I need to sleep first LMAO

[akai-anna]

So I just recently read your post about decto relationships with the bingo card thing, and I enjoyed it a lot and wanted to hear more of your opinions on other relationships. I would like to see which other relationships you choose and how you view them.

Firstly, I would like you to know: I cannot even put into words how happy this ask made me (the fact someone was curious enough to ask something from me unprompted! the fact that SOMEONE TOOK THE TIME TO APPROACH ME TO ASK!! AND ABOUT DETCO!!!), so thank you very much for making my day with this and giving me that dopamine rush. (Also, thank you for your patience, I got too busy and took me much longer to answer than expected!)

Secondly, notes still apply:

as in the previous ask about relating to this topic, i interpret relationships in the broadest possible sense

i check everything that makes sense to me, even if they seem contradictory; i view them applied to different situations/universes/possibilities

ship opinion bingo in question

*cracks fingers and rolls up sleeves* Now, let's get down to business.

I. Kudou Shinichi/Edogawa Conan - Miyano Shiho/Haibara Ai - Detective Boys Trio

The Elementary Squad

I have A LOT OF THOUGHTS ABOUT THEM SO GET READY.

In general, the friendship (friendship is a canon relationship!) these 4 (then eventually 5) little menaces of my heart share, is so very precious. The way these 3 latched onto him, and integrated him into their little group, how Shinichi LITERALLY ACTS LIKE HIMSELF AROUND THEM DESPITE THE KIDS HAVING NO IDEA ABOUT HIS TRUE IDENTITY. HE IS AUTHENTIC AROUND THEM. Also I forgot the number of times the kids called Shinichi out on his BS (like him switching between his adult and child speech patterns when interacting with adults/the police and disappearing acts) and how many times they all get in soooo much trouble because they are lil troublemakers, so curious, never saying no to adventure.

Shinichi is a mentor to them, teaching them about stuff but also their friend. Shinichi is Big Brother material, and the kids know that they can count on him, turn to him in need, and Shinichi cannot help but indulge them, involving them in stuff to an extent, while also trying his damnedest to keep them safe and protect them (even at his own risk and safety, bodily protecting them).

And then you add Ai to the mix, and she gets integrated into their tight-knit little group. Not only Shinichi finally has a connection to the BO with her, but also someone who is in the same situation as himself and someone who needs his protection. (AND SOMEONE WHO TEASES HIM LIKE HE DESERVES IT! AI-SHINICHI BANTER IS SO GOOD! LOVE THEM!) And Ai finds herself not only friends but a family. (Sometimes a family is one middled aged man, 2 fake and 3 real elementary students.)

She encounters unconditional kindness, which melts her cool exterior and as time passes she not only comes to care about these people, but also learns to lower her barriers. And ultimately makes the choice to be with them despite the risks.

You can give me these 5 kids in almost any combination and I would be so happy to see them (and could talk about them for hours without stopping, almost did them in different combinations separately, God, save my soul). Special mention: Mitsuhiko-Shinichi/Conan dynamic gets to me so bad because Mitsuhiko is the most curious of the 3, when it comes to knowledge. He LOVES learning, and applying what he knows (just like a certain someone we know). And Mitsuhiko learns well; he absorbs what Shinichi tells and shows him. (And I love how complex his feelings are about that.) Also the parallel between Heiji and Mitsuhiko, my HEART-

I could go on forever about these children of mine (AYUMI AND MITSUHIKO'S PUPPY CRUSHES ON SHINICHI AND AI RESPECTIVELY, HOW THEY ALL PLAY SOCCER AND HIDE AND SEEK TOGETHER, THEIR LIL ANTICS, HOW THE KIDS LEARN TO THINK FOR THEMSELVES- *GETS SMACKED WITH A PILLOW IN THE FACE*), so have this utterly adorable lil thing to close this section.

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II. Vermouth/Chris Vineyard/Sharon Vineyard -Kudou Shinichi/Edogawa Conan (- Mouri Ran)

This is such a delightfully precious and weird dynamic. I don't even know how to describe it, really because 1) there is so little content of this (WHERE IS MY VERMOUTH BACKSTORY/ARC!!! WHERE!!! WHERE IS MORE OF THEM!!! WHERE!!!) relationship in particular and 2) how do you even label something so unusual? Vermouth having such a solid opinion of Shinichi and Ran while the other two are so unsure what is exactly going on. (Shinichi is definitely suspicious of her with GOOD REASOn but also Weirded out I feel while Ran knows even less.) SO BEAUTIFULLY IMBALANCED AND WEIRD.

I guess, in short: Vermouth having a life-altering meeting with these two, only for Shinichi and Ran for it to be The Most Natural Thing?

I JUST LOVE HOW VERMOUTH IS SO FOND OF THESE TWO. (SHE LITERALLY HAS PHOTOS OF THEM!!!) HOW MUCH SHE WANTS THEM TO BE SAFE. SO MUCH SHE EVEN RISKS HER OWN LIFE AND SAFETY.

SO MUCH SHE WOULD SCHEME AND LIE TO KEEP THESE TWO SAFE. (SHE FCKIN!!!! DRAPED HER OWN COAT OVER HIM I'M!!! KDSNVKJSDVNKJSD *SCREAMS AT TOP LUNG CAPACITY* SHE FREAKING MADE AMURO PROMISED NOT TO HARM RAN AND SHINICHI, I'M GOING BONKERS!!!)

SO MUCH SHE WOULD EVEN TURN A GUN AGAINST ANOTHER BO MEMBER, WOULDN'T LET ANYONE ENDANGER THEM NOT EVEN HERSELF.

I'M! SCREAMING!! Love me a morally grey woman with her own agenda.

NOT ONLY THAT BUT SHE WOULD ALSO HELP THEM OUT? HER COVERING FOR THIS GReMLIn i'M DEAD, The WInK-

BUT SHE ALSO WOULD DO THIS:

(THE FREAKING GIRLY RUN SHE DOES AND THE LITTLE HEART, SHE KNOWS SHE'S OPENLY BEING A LIL SHIT TO SHINICHI AND I'M THRIVING-)

THEY ARE HER TREASURES YOUR HONOUR!!!

Each and every interaction with them has me IN ABSOLUTE HYSTERICS, MAKING ME GO CRAZY. For closing this section, I leave you with a (bad quality) gif I made (in a rush) because this part in the anime MAKES ME LOSE IT EVERY TIME. THE SLOW MOTION, THE WAY HE HOLDS HIM BY THE HANDS AND GENTLE WAY SHE SETS SHINICHI DOWN, I CANNOT.

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III. Hattori Heiji - Tooyama Kazuha - Mouri Ran - Kudou Shinichi/Edogawa Conan

THE OSAKA DUO (AKA FIRECRACKER PAIR) and the Tokyoites (AKA THE BIGGEST HEIZUHA SUPPORTERS OUT THERE)

I'll be honest, at first I planned to include only Kazuha & Heiji in this but then I started looking for scenes in the manga and got obliterated by my love for the 4 of them. (And yes, I know I already did Heiji & Shinichi in the previous ask, I love them, sue me. Also, i wanted to count "Not dating but married nonetheless" for Heizuha BC THEY ARE, but this ended up as a 4 character thing so. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

To make it short: I FREAKING ADORE THEM.

In more detail: Heiji-Kazuha AND Shinichi-Ran both come in sets, DO NOT SEPARATE THEM. Then you put them all together THEY MAKE A WHOLE SET, A UNIT, A SQUAD.

But also there are different combinations: The Detectives And Cursed Bad Luck Duo, The Superstitious Girl Duo, The Not Dating But Married Couple, THE DATING HUSBAND AND WIFE DUO, THE SEPARATE TRIO COMBOS. *RIPS OF CLOTHES AND ROARS* ALL SO VERY GOOD.

THEY ARE JUST SO PRECIOUS TO ME, and they are just So- *CLENCHES FIST* THE BACK AND FORTH TEASING IN ALL KINDS OF COMBINATIONS, THE RUNNING INSIDE JOKE MOMENTS OF KAZUHA SAYING SHINICHI SOLVES CASES FASTER THAN HEIJI (TO HEIJI'S ETERNAL ANNOYANCE), OR HOW THE GIRLS THINK HEIJI AND SHINICHI/CONAN ARE LIKE BROTHERS-

BUT ALSO BEING A WITNESS TO ALL THE WEIRD CONAN-THINGS, OR HOW THE BOYS BOND OVER THEIR LOVE FOR THEIR GIRLS AND THE GIRLS BONDING OVER THEIR LOVE FOR THEIR BOYS, AND BEING THE BIGGEST SUPPORTERS OF EACH OTHER'S HAPPINESS (CONFESSING FEELINGS TO THEIR BELOVEDS).

MY BI ICON KAZUHA, NOT TO MENTION RAN'S CONFESSION IN KANSAI-BEN I'M FERAL, THESE GIRLS LOVE AND CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER (and the boys too, but more on that later) SO DEEPLY, IT'S ENDEARING.

RAN LITERALLY, ON HER SECOND MEETING WITH KAZUHA, NOT ONLY SEEING SHE IS UPSET, BUT ALSO GOING OUT OF HER WAY TO CHEER HER UP I'M!!! BEST GIRL!!! TRULY AN ANGEL!!! (Ya really are a nice girl, Ran, I CONCUR.)

THEN OF COURSE WE CANNOT NOT MENTION THE OSAKAN DUO. THEY ARE SO COMFORTABLE AROUND EACH OTHER, it's one of my favourite things, so UNABASHED WITH EACH OTHER IN WAY. They are (not dating BUT) MARRIED YOUR HONOUR, they really are like an old married couple.

Honestly, I Just keep THINKING of them all BECAUSE THEY ARE SO DEAR, I'M SCREAMING-

Also, it's so rarely mentioned but (because there is just so little of it in canon WHICH IS A CRIME, GET ON THE CASE BOYS) SHINICHI/CONAN-KAZUHA IS ESPECIALLY PRECIOUS TO ME, they have such great potential. Every time I SEE THEM INTERACT EVEN FOR A SECOND I GO APESHIT, ABSOLUTELY BONKERS. There is just something about Shinichi calling her "Kazuha" and "Kazuha-chan", the possibility of them BONDING OVER THEIR BELOVEDS AND YEARS OF PINING (because both Heiji and Ran can so oblivious it's endearing) but also bonding over HOW STUPID HEIJI IS AT TIMES, but also how much they both care for him and Ran. My dream is to see Kazuha make/get Shinichi a protective charm (let's be honest, hE NEEDS IT, and Heiji's seems to be sorta effective). There is a parallel there (now only if I could find the post for it). Also Shinichi not only being OK with Kazuha picking him up (LETTING HER!!!) BUT ALSO BEING FINE WITH KAZUHA HOLDING HIM!!! (FOR A WHOLE CONVERSATION!!!)

Also, ShinRan sharing that braincell.

I hope you enjoyed this wild rambling ride, dear Anon, and thank you for asking, I HAD SO MUCH FUN!!! May you have a blessed day, darling!

[deducingcircumference]

hakuba shiho? 👀

Hiiii Blender! Hakuba-Shiho was when I joined the Unsent Letters exchange last year, at a prompt set from @sagurus . They mentioned really liking Hakuba, and that one of their headcanons was Hakuba and Shiho being cousins that have never met. I thought writing their interactions would be interesting! Sadly, I got stuck and ended up writing a whole different fic, but I still hope to finish this one, because the cat-and-mouse-except-they’re-both-cats dynamic was fun.

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To: Saguru Hakuba

From: Shiho Miyano

Dear cousin,

Excuse the familiarity, as it hasn’t been long since we discovered our familial connection, but you said to write if I ever needed a observant eye. Such is the present time. Of course, Beika has an earnest detective of its very own, but for various reasons said detective is out of commission — and consideration — for the time being. Aforementioned detective has offered his opinion on the matter, but in this case I believe a separate consultation is advisable.

Please see the attached materials. I think you will find them interesting.

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To: Shiho Miyano

From: Saguru Hakuba

Dear cousin,

Your data proved diverting indeed, and I thank you for a pleasantly entertaining evening. The crux is the schoolteacher’s tobacco pipe, although your Beika detective neglected to mention it. In any case, I have attached explanations of the oddities noted in your document, as well as a copy of the culprit’s confession.

You are welcome to ask my help at any time. As As it turns out, I have a question for you as well. How well do you know Haibara Ai, the elementary-schooler who used to live with Professor Hiroshi Agasa?

[marylynaaartsblog]

My Thoughts on Movie 26 (Black Iron Submarine)

Warning: this post contains spoilers, if you haven't seen the movie or don't want to receive any spoilers, don't continue your reading.

Without further ado, let's start.

I finally got the chance to watch Movie 26 and, two days after, I'm ready to draw my conclusions.

This Movie didn't have a good start at all: in April 2023 Twitter was full of posts inviting to boycott the film. On the other hand, one must recognize the huge revenue achieved, which, up to this date, it's the highest of all Detective Conan movies.

The result makes me genuinely happy since I'm also supporting DC franchise but I also think that this movie could have been much better.

The idea of semi - canon movie brings both advantages and risks. If on one hand there are profits that skyrocket, on the other there are obvious issues with the canon plot. This is the case of Movie 26.

The main problems are:

1) CHARACTERS THAT ARE OOC

• Vermouth

I didn’t like her behaviour in this movie at all. First of all, I find it absurd and senseless that, while at work (and talking about a person that the Organization plans to kill later), she casually looks at the site where it is announced the contest to win the Fusae brooch. I want to stress the fact she is not a frivolous character.

Going back to the pin, to put it simply, Vermouth wants it and Ai gives her the last ticket in order to win it. That’s why Vermouth decides to help Ai in this movie.

Seriously? Are we talking about the same Vermouth who hates the Miyano family and their project with all of her heart and tried to kill Ai twice?

I don’t even want to mention how nonsensical it is that Vermouth bothers to go to the Philippines, disguise herself as Shiho at different stages of her life and prove that the facial recognition program is flawed. I might accept the explaination that probably it was the Boss' order but still was all of this necessairy? I think there must have been an easier way. 

(Side note: enough with the scenes where Vermouth has a towel on. There is an abuse of these scenes ever since the Mystery Train. What is refined in Gosho’s work becomes vulgar in others).

• Gin

He has become the most reckless and irascible character in the entire universe. The coldbloodness and logic that distinguished him have definitely disappeared in the movies. This issue, already traced in the previous movies, here is taken far beyond, since he orders the kidnapping of Ai trusting a program rather than real investigations. Now it is ordinary for him to make everything explode and kill other members of the Organization as if it were nothing: no matter if the characters are non - canon, it is against the logic that the Boss manages to maintain a certain balance between the members. Moreover, he is the only who can decide who must live and who must die.

• Kir

I can’t fathom why Kir decides to help Ai since they've never met.

2) CONSEQUENCES ON THE MAIN PLOT

• In case this movie is considered canon, the suspicions about Kir would increase significantly. 

• For Ran, this would be the third time he comes into contact with the members of the Organization and, especially after seeing Ai kidnapped, now she must have some suspicions.

• It remains unclear why Rum wanted to use the program to track down the Boss. In the canon plot, there is no mention of the members, let alone Rum, the second-in-command, not knowing where the Boss is. What's more, all of the members carry absolute respect for the Boss and it would be a nonsense to use a program to track him down.

I'll leave aside the comments on the laws of physics (totally non-existent in the movies) and on Akai who managed to knock out the Organization TWICE and none of the members does anything about it.

In order to give an overall assessment, I have created a small list with the criteria that I consider important in a movie and my marks:

Plot: 7/10

In general, the movie still managed to be interesting and not to bore me. I didn’t feel like I wasted my time and I didn’t check the time too much while watching it. Pinga and Rum could have been better exploited (I feel like they are kinda wasted here).

Coherence with the Canon Plot: 2/10

The reasons are widely discussed above.

Quality of the Animation: 8/10

There are some frames that aren't the best but the movie truly is of high quality, nothing to say.

OST: 7/10

No OST really pierced my heart but I still found them suitable for the scenes they were connected to. Honorable mention to the OST of Gin in the Porsche and Beautiful Fin.

Characters' Realtionships: 5/10

Aside from CoAi (yes, because this is a film about this ship, it's useless to deny it) there are no other relationships that are deepened. In this movie, the members of the Organization act on their own and Pinga has no contact with Rum. No comment on the TOTALLY senseless kiss between Ai and Ran.

Voice Acting: 10/10

I just love the voice actors, their work is flawless.

Merch/ Events: 9/10

Movie 26 really had the best merch and  sponsoring so far. The icing on the cake was Black Crow Sing, I hope that in the future there will be other similar events.

Overall score: 6,85/10

A nice movie to watch if you have two hours of spare time.

[braveryhearted]

More obscure muses ( Introduction ) series.

Fandom: Detective Conan.

Muse #1- Ai Haibara / Shiho Miyano

Age 6-7 ( manga and anime ) [ for Ai ] / Age 17-18 ( manga and anime ) [ for Shiho ]

Ai Haibara, real name Shiho Miyano, is the creator of APTX 4869, the pill that shrunk Shinichi Kudo into Conan Edogawa, and a victim of it herself. Formerly Sherry of the Black Organization, she is on the run from them and lives with Professor Agasa. She is also one of the few characters who know that Shinichi is Conan.

Haibara has a calm and cool personality, sarcastic wit, and high intelligence. When freshly escaped from the Black Organization, she was cynical and pushed others away. Haibara has since defrosted by embracing her new life and has established strong relationships with the Detective Boys, Agasa, and Ran.

As Ai Haibara, she speaks and acts older than she is supposed to be, which results in the Detective Boys referring to her as "cool" or "mature". This is emphasized by her impressing general knowledge, even in areas without relation with sciences (such as theology or history); and on occasion she is so forceful and demanding that she can stun adults several decades above her current physical age into submission. Despite her jaded demeanor, she can be kind and caring, though usually more to animals than people.

Haibara tends to be quiet, though this may be due to her caution to keep herself hidden from the Black Organization. She considers Conan and the Detective Boys the first real friends she has ever had, and is even willing to sacrifice herself just to ensure their safety. Indeed, she considers herself as a threat for them, since the Black Organization will most likely eliminate all of them once she is found. That is why she describes herself as "dangerous and not like the others". Haibara is generally a loner and misses her older sister, Akemi, greatly (in the film Countdown to Heaven, she would call her sister's old apartment just to hear her voice on the voicemail). Her greatest fear is being caught by the Black Organization, and she is especially terrified of Gin and Vermouth. She tries to keep Conan from doing reckless things that may give away their identity, though often she is surprised by his actions which usually result in gaining the information he needs while also keeping their identities secret. However, whenever Conan is reckless in regards to keeping his identity from Ran, Haibara is the one who plans ahead in order to keep him from being revealed. Because she occasionally works overnight on the antidote for the APTX 4869, she tends to be tired quite frequently, causing Conan to call her an "evil-eyed yawny girl" on one occasion.

Despite spending most of her time alone at the lab, Haibara shows excellent understanding of reading people's mind. Examples include Haibara deducing that Ayumi had a crush on Conan, figuring out Conan was about to tell his identity to Ran, or understanding the anger of Kobayashi when confronting Inspector Shiratori. Thanks to this ability, Haibara can remind Conan about the situation and make him act appropriately, not to reveal his identity.

In the OVA A Secret Order From London, Haibara reveals to Ayumi that she likes peanut butter and blueberry jelly sandwiches, from her schooldays in America. She has also mentioned that she only makes it with "American peanut butter and jelly exclusively sold in international grocery store". However, since Professor Agasa caught her eating one of these sandwiches, especially since Haibara was on her part constantly pestering him into eating low-calorie foods only, she had to abandon that habit for a while.

**A HUGE FAN OF POPULAR STARS**

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This is absolutely gorgeous!!

I've been totally obsessed with this drawing you did a while back, of Akemi attempting to run away from the Organization with little Shiho, so imagine my joy that my exchange gift was another Hex piece focused on the Miyano sisters!

This is breathtakingly beautiful. I love the imagery—the fire that brings warmth but also destruction, the mutual melting, the flame fading into a trail of dazzling stars—and you captured the style of ED 2 so magnificently. The alternate version looks exactly like a screencap from the ending:

And that is so dang neat!! I adore the older artwork of this series; seeing something that fits perfectly with that aesthetic is such a joy.

I'm also like 👀 at the mention of an album cover!! Pairing this work with an album that's like a mixtape of sorts for songs reminiscent of the Miyano sisters would be incredible!

The bond between these two is something I wish canon would explore more as well. Another moment that destroys me is in 425, where Ai begs Ran not to leave her in a way that's so genuine that it shocks everyone... and you know the sincerity is because Akemi's response to don't go would undoubtedly be the words of this piece: It's okay, I promise.

I love this so much, Hex. Thank you for your hard work!! This is just stunning.

Starlight - for @marshmallowgoop as part of the DCMK Fanworks Server Halfiversary Exchange! :3c Boy was I excited when I saw the opportunity to explore this relationship teehee

Words and alt crop below the break <3

I deeply admire the Miyano sibling bond and super wish it was explored more in canon. They both clearly loved and cared for each other very much in spite of their situation growing up: not only did Akemi stake her own life on completing an impossible task in order to free her sister, but her death ultimately drove Shiho to attempt to take her own-- if that doesn't speak to sibling devotion then idk what does.

The crumbs we get out of certain episodes and movies (in particular, episode 129 and Countdown to Heaven) showcasing Ai trying to reckon with her grief are so so good and that's what I really wish we got to see more of ;--; That Ai would willingly compromise her safety in order to touch the last vestiges of her sister... bruh

Enjoy!! And now here's the alt crop:

God this could totally be an album cover. HA good joke Hex, you wouldn't, would you...? Unless...

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They Only Murdered Him Once

Fandom: Detective Conan

Summary: The antidote doesn't fix everything.

Notes: My contribution to the DCMK Fanfic Server's noir zine, A Study in NOIR. You can find the whole thing here!

This piece is also available on AO3.

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The first time that she lays eyes on Shinichi Kudo, it’s nothing more than a passing glance from the backseat of a stuffy, unbearable car that she’d never be allowed to drive.

It could have been a newspaper. He’d tell her so someday, a pout on his thin lips and his face pinkening, only slightly, starting at his nose and threatening to spill over to his cheeks. She could have seen his photograph paired with an unbelievable headline, or glimpsed his likeness on the cover of the kind of magazine you might find stocked near the front of your favorite convenience store. Or perhaps she could have caught the now-familiar tuft of hair that never sits flat on the back of his head, and his too-big smile, and his eye-bleeding sense of fashion, splashed all across the evening news.

But that bland, ordinary October afternoon, she doesn’t see some recreation of him, composed of pixels and ink. She doesn’t see smudges of black and white that somehow combine to resemble him. She sees him in the flesh, walking casually along a pristine sidewalk in the opposite direction of her car.

His hands are hidden, concealed by the pockets of a brown coat too warm for the not-yet-biting chill of the season. He wears a goofy, toothless grin for the girl beside him, a beautiful, wide-eyed thing dressed even more warmly, with a rib-knit turtleneck collar wrapped tightly around her neck and a blush-colored jacket encasing her arms.

He doesn’t notice the car. Not the sound. Not the sight. Not the smell, the reek of the people housed within it. His entire world walks beside him.

So she stares. She peers out the rolled-up window, her face leaning into her closed fist, her eyes narrowed and her expression both utterly meaningless and the most meaningful expression she’d ever allow to come over her.

She thinks him a stupid boy. Someday, she’ll swear that this was the only thought that ever crossed her mind.

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The tenth time—eleventh time, twelfth time, she loses track eventually—that the girl at the doc’s place lays eyes on Shinichi Kudo, it’s in a place she least expected, at a time that should be impossible.

But as she drags the body, arms first, across the worn carpet of the home that is not hers, she looks down, and she sees him.

She very nearly drops the wrists to the floor.

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The sixth time—maybe—that Haibara lays eyes on Shinichi Kudo, it’s nearly fifteen minutes later than had been arranged.

He half-jogs his way to her table, his mouth opening and his hands coming together as though he means to pray, but she speaks before allowing even the slightest bit of sound to erupt out of him.

“You look like shit,” she says.

It’s true. Kudo has never been one she’d describe as stylish or up to date, but it’s worse than usual. His familiar bright red bow tie has been replaced with a tie of quiet purple, perhaps to stand out against the garish crimson polo shirt that he’s inexplicably paired with a white vest, and the resulting effect is as embarrassing as it is painful.

But his face fares more poorly than his outfit. It’s as though he rummaged through the makeup of the girl from the detective agency, uncapped her favorite mascara, and attempted to coat his bottom lashes in black, but he failed so spectacularly that the color leaked past his waterline and pooled up in the creases beneath his eyes.

He grips the cold edge of a metal chair across from her, sitting down with a scowl that looks as half-hearted as his apology undoubtedly would have been.

“Well, excuse me,” he says.

“You smell like shit, too,” she adds.

He does. There’s no way that his dark circles are the result of a makeup accident. He couldn’t have even walked in a bathroom this morning to brush his teeth.

Or comb his hair, which is covered in a thin layer of frizz and sticks up in places it shouldn’t. For all she knows, he could have rolled out of bed five minutes ago. He probably did.

The chair beneath him shrieks as he slides it back and lifts an arm. He presses his cheek into the brilliantly red fabric, his nose hovering near the pit, and sniffs.

“C’mon,” he says, after a moment of this. His arm comes down, and he directs his attention away from his body odor and back towards her. “It’s not that bad. Give me a break.”

She gives her order. Black coffee. She agrees to creamer without a thought.

He asks for juice. She raises an eyebrow but says nothing.

It’s only when the server has stepped away that she asks, “So? What did you want to talk to me about?”

Kudo throws her the coldest, hardest glare. “Don’t act like you don’t know,” he says, but his voice isn’t furious. It’s soft, tired. Haibara might even be inclined to call it sad.

“Not all of us are great detectives,” she tells him. She flips her hands so that the palms face the ceiling. Her shoulders sway, and her fingers bob up and then go back down again. “If your dolphin is causing you that much anguish, I’d suggest seeing a starfish over a shark.”

“What?” Kudo stares at her wearily, if one could call it that. His eyes appear to be barely open, nothing more than slits of blue. The table is small enough that the stench of his breath, even after uttering nothing more than a single word, is overpowering. He most definitely woke up five minutes before he came here.

“If you mean Ran,” he eventually tries, “then no. That’s not it.”

“Oh?”

“Well.” He pauses. “It is, but…”

“‘It’s not her, it’s me?’”

Kudo nods. “Yeah.” He brings his voice down to a whisper, leaning in closer and holding his hand in an arc around his mouth as though they are breezy teenage girls sharing worthless gossip at a slumber party.

“She called me last night,” he says. “Or early in the morning. Three o’clock. I was sleeping. She rang and rang and rang.”

Haibara doesn’t ask for elaboration. He continues without prodding, the volume of his voice dropping so low that Haibara very nearly decides to listen to the conversation behind her instead, about an old dog who’d been adopted and only recently started to warm up to its new family. Things certainly would have been better for her if she had.

Kudo says, “She was crying about…” but stops before revealing the answer, as though his life is a TV show and he’s deciding where the conveniently timed commercial breaks sit. But she doesn’t roll her eyes at him, doesn’t say anything. She watches, nothing more, as he swallows and lets the hand that had been brushing against his cheek fall to the table, only to then fall off the table too and rest in his lap.

He leans back in his chair. If he were one for smoking, Haibara could imagine him lighting a cigarette. He’d suck in the smoke and watch it dance through the air. He’d look at it as though it held all the answers that she couldn’t give to him.

But there is no cigarette. There’s only a server who places their drinks down in front of them and asks sweetly if there isn’t anything else she could do. She lacks the effortless charisma of the girl at Poirot, but there’s a warmth in her eyes and smile that tells Haibara all she needs to know.

Haibara shakes her head. She drinks her coffee without the creamer. Kudo eyes his juice, filled with ice cut into tiny cubes and poured in a tall, clear glass. There’s a straw placed inside, as brilliantly white as an old woman’s first dentures, and he gawks at that, too.

“She was crying about Conan,” he finally says, once the server is long past them. He is hardly audible over the barely muted screams from the old-new-dog table. Cute pet photos, shared by passing a smartphone across iced tea and minuscule pitchers of sugar syrup, incite explosions of giggles and laughter.

Kudo pays it no mind. The bubbles of excitement are probably why he continues here in a more normal voice. They’re not children anymore, not tiny and wearing clothes too big as adults stare or even yell but do nothing to help. They’re more invisible than that, situated so close to normalcy. No one would think twice about the words that spill out of their mouths.

So Kudo tells her, in a pointed not-whisper, “She was crying about Conan because he hadn’t come home last night. And he couldn’t have been at Dr. Agasa’s because the doc is out of town right now. So, she called me because she didn’t know what else to do.”

“I’m sure that was a mistake,” Haibara says. The coffee is bitter, biting. It’s so hot that it scalds her tongue. It’s delicious.

“It was a mistake,” Kudo agrees, without even a hint of sarcasm. “I… yelled at her, Haibara. I told her to stop bothering me about stupid things when I’m trying to sleep.”

Yes, Haibara could picture him doing so. “And?”

“And I went to see her this morning.” Smells like bullshit. But Kudo goes on, “The old man was hardly awake. I probably stopped by too early. But he mumbled something to me about going to her room. He probably wasn’t really thinking.

“But I went over there. I had to make sure that she was okay after last night. And I would have knocked on her door, but it was already open. She was sitting at her desk, holding an old picture and crying.”

He shakes his head. His half-lidded eyes watch the condensation drip down the glass in front of him. Water pools up at the bottom, leaving shiny half-circles on the table.

“I didn’t even know she had it framed,” he admits. Something like a smile comes over him, an expression that Haibara recognizes from the days they had been small. It’s nothing happy, where the corners of his mouth reach his eyes. She might describe it as angry, but even that wouldn’t be proper. It’s the kind of face you make when you couldn’t stop a murderer the first time, but you know who they are and can keep them from killing again. She’s seen that face a lot.

Kudo says, “It’s from back when we…” Here he pauses. “From back when Conan,” he corrects, “got stranded on a day trip with old man Mori, and spent the night in that temple.”

“Of course,” Haibara says.

“They all took a picture together, under this flowering tree. It’s a nice picture.”

“But?”

“But Conan is gone, Haibara.” It’s a different smile now, more relaxed, less tense, as though the pain from it is gone. “I thought Ran would be happy. No brat to wake up for school, no one else to feed, no more worrying about where I am and whether or not I’m okay.”

He sighs. His hands reach up to adjust glasses that are no longer there, and the color drains out of him. His half-lidded eyes become huge blue discs.

He should smoke. Or drink something much stronger than juice. He clearly needs it.

“She told me once that she wished we were the same,” he says, very quietly. Fingers run through his mussed-up, rustled hair. “But she used to stare at that picture of us from Tropical Land. I’ve seen her. More than once. Just clutching that brown frame and staring at this stupid detective’s face.

“It’s still in her room, of course. But it was covered in dust, when I came by this morning. She wasn’t even thinking about it. All she was thinking about was that kid smiling under the cherry tree.”

He’s silent, and so is she. The noise from the table behind them has become just that—noise devoid of any meaning or purpose.

It’s not a funny situation, but a smile, a real one, bursts out of her like laughter at a funeral. “Idiot,” she says. “Of course she’s not happy.”

“Of course she’s not,” he repeats, and then he repeats it a few times over. “Of course not. Of course not.”

No, most certainly not. Haibara can imagine it well, can picture the scenarios in her mind. The girl from the detective agency pushing her lips over her teeth and taking this man by the hand but feeling that the fingers entwined with hers are not big and rough and his but so soft and pink and small that the little fingers become engulfed by the lines crisscrossing her palm. The girl from the detective agency leaning close to him, running her hand up his chest, only to fall back as she finds the gunshot wound. The girl from the detective agency looking into his eyes and seeing the child in the hospital bed, the child whose face she has to wipe clean during dinner, the child whose glasses she removes as he falls asleep with a book in his lap, the child she wants to carry in her arms and protect forever as if he were her own.

“Of course not,” Kudo says again. He laughs like a dead man. “I used to think that I didn’t understand it. I could understand the emotion. I have a heart. I know hatred and jealousy and anger and misery and anguish and everything that drives a man to kill.”

He draws a deep breath. The juice in his glass has grown. What had once been ice cubes the size of thumbnails are now nothing more than insignificant slivers. They sparkle in the light that filters in from the window.

“But I couldn’t understand wanting to do it. I thought I couldn’t. I didn’t want to understand.”

The entire coffee shop, the place where Conan Edogawa had first become real to her, had been uttered by the sister she could never live up to, means nothing as he says, “But I did understand, Haibara. I wanted Conan dead, and I killed him.”

It’s not unexpected, that he adds, “We’re both killers, aren’t we?”

Her scalded tongue goes dry. A pit opens up in her stomach and consumes all the warmth she had stolen from the coffee.

But she only says, “You still call me Haibara.”

He stands. His fingers fumble through his pockets, and he drops money on the table. His eyes are wide, alert, surrounded by white rings. He smirks as though he’s figured something out—solved a complicated, ever-moving puzzle.

“Right,” he says. “Thanks, Haibara.”

And there is nothing more. Not another word. Not another sound. He leaves, and she doesn’t call after him. She watches him go and hears the bell ring as he opens the door and sprints down the pristine sidewalk.

When the server returns with a pleasant smile and puzzled glance at the untouched juice and creamer, Haibara smiles just as pleasantly back. It’s not as if the woman could ever understand.

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She refuses to see him, the next time that she can.

It’s the girl from the detective agency who finds the body. He’s collapsed in front of the gate by his house, the one whose handle had only months ago been too high for him to reach.

There’s no sign of a struggle. No dying message on the ground, or conveyed with his position, or in his pockets, which held nothing but loose change and a pair of crushed glasses. There’s only a boy in a green jacket and yellow shirt and blue slacks with his chest pressed against the sidewalk.

His face is so calm that he could be asleep. That’s what they say. That’s what the girl scientist hears.

The story reaches the black-and-white papers struggling to get by and the kinds of magazines stocked in the front of your favorite convenience store. It becomes the juiciest gossip of the evening news. The photo that Kudo had mentioned in the coffee shop, the one in the brown frame and him in his green jacket and yellow shirt and blue slacks smiling next to the girl from the detective agency, becomes synonymous with the case. It’s the thumbnail for every YouTube video, the picture attached to every Tweet, the cover image for every crime podcast.

But the girl scientist never looks. Never sees. Never listens to the claims of the girl from the detective agency being the killer, or his friend from Osaka, who’d left behind hundreds of text messages that ultimately went unread. It’s nothing but noise, the thought that Sleeping Kogoro’s daughter was mad at her boyfriend. That the Detective of the West was jealous. That the girlfriend lost it. That the supposed best friend lost it. That they lost it and used everything they knew about detective work to conjure up the perfect, untraceable murder.

In the end, law enforcement declares it nothing but noise, too. Unknown natural causes, they say. The body is burned and the girl scientist stares out Dr. Agasa’s window and watches the rain hit the glass, one hand in her pocket, her fingers twisting round and round.

It’s the Osaka friend who comes first, unannounced. The door is unlocked, and he lets himself in after a great deal of pounding against the metal.

“I know yer in there!” he says. He slams his fist and screams, threatening to break the whole thing down before he realizes that he can simply turn the knob.

When he enters, he’s sopping wet. His front is more drenched than the back, as though he had run nonstop from the train station, which he probably had. His hair clings to his face, his usual hairstyle reduced to nothing more than strands of deep, dark black that fall into his green, green eyes. His brown jacket sticks to him, and his eggshell-colored top underneath has become transparent, making the mechanisms of his breathing more obvious and real. She watches the rise and fall, listens to the hard gasps, takes note of his hand placed almost defensively on the brim of his hat.

“Welcome,” she says at the sight. She wears a scowl tinged with exhaustion. “Let me get you a change of clothes. But you’re stuck with only what the doctor’s got.”

“I don’t need nothin’ like dat,” he says, through his heaving breaths.

“You’re not spilling water all over my floor.

“Yer floor?”

“My floor,” she repeats. “If the doc’s not here, it’s mine.”

She leaves him there and finds the worst outfit in the doctor’s closet. She should kick him out. Push him out the door he barged into and make him go and never come back. He has nothing to do with her. She means nothing to him.

But she carries the clothes in her arms and somehow cajoles him into the bathroom to change. It’s as difficult as convincing a child to switch out a mismatched top, and it takes her until the light is flipped on and the stupid boy stands straddling two rooms for her to realize why.

“Kudo wore these,” she says.

His face pinkens, more than slightly, starting at his nose and spilling all across his cheeks. He fixes his eyes to the ground, where the tiniest puddles have already formed from the water dripping off his skin.

He says very quietly, “Bastard ripped ‘em, too. Had to sew it back up myself.”

“Why?” It falls out without thought. She stares at him, utterly bewildered.

But he smiles. It’s gentle and soft. The way he used to look at Kudo. “They… still smelled like him,” he says. “Even after washin’.”

“I don’t think that’s a good thing.”

“It is.”

He takes the clothes from her hands and goes into the bathroom. He’s in there a long time. When he returns, he looks exactly as ridiculous as she’d imagined, especially because he’d refused to remove his hat. The letters face her. S-A-X.

She brews coffee. They sit on spinning chairs on opposite sides of Dr. Agasa’s half-circle table. The rain continues to pour down in sheets, and the room is shrouded in a gloomy gray.

He calls her Sis. The sound brightens her cheeks and gets a stirring going in her chest, but if he notices the reaction, he certainly doesn’t show it. He leaves the coffee she’d prepared for him untouched. He holds the brim of his hat. She stares at the letters.

“I can’t let it rest,” he says. “It don’t make any sense.”

She looks at him blankly. She says nothing in reply.

“He was healthy,” he continues, and though he is swimming in the extra fabric of Dr. Agasa’s wardrobe, her eyes slide down from his wet hat to really look at him. The boy detective no longer looks so much like a boy. His shoulders have grown broader in the time that’s passed, and his eyes are no longer the wild, limitless eyes of someone who doesn’t understand. They’re tired eyes, worn eyes. Eyes that have seen too much.

“If you’re looking for answers,” she eventually says, placing down her own mug, “I think you’d be better off asking a detective, not a scientist.”

His unspoken words fill the silence. It’s not as though this conversation hasn’t happened before.

She says, “It wasn’t the antidote.”

“I know,” he answers.

“Then why come here?”

He sighs. His fingers stop fiddling with the brim of his hat and instead fall to his lap. He anxiously twists his hands, round and round, staring at them as though they’ll provide him with the answers he’s looking for but won’t find.

“I can’t talk ta anyone else. Yer the only one who gets it.”

“Who gets it,” she repeats.

But then she sighs, long and heavy. This isn’t how she intended to spend the afternoon, and a look at the watch on her wrist tells her that this shouldn’t have been how he spends his afternoon, either.

“You missed school for this.”

“Don’t act like you’ve been ta yer job.”

“School is more important.”

For a moment, he stares into the depths of his black coffee. Maybe he sees his reflection staring back, the reflection of a pitiful man who is both too young and too old for his body. But before long he looks at her, really looks, exactly as she had really looked at him, his gaze piercing and unrelenting. He looks at her like a detective would, as if everything he needs to know could be deciphered from a single glance. She makes no effort to stop him.

He says, “Look. I’ll quit beatin’ ‘round the bush. I think ya know somethin’ that ya ain’t told nobody.”

“Nobody would believe—“

“I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout dat. Kudo met ya just days before…” He stops. “…what happened happened. What did he want ta talk ta ya about?”

“Troubles with his dolphin,” she says easily. She ignores his confusion and doesn’t let him respond. “But if you want to talk about withholding information, I think that’s you, Mr. Great Detective. Did the police ever get a reason why you sent all those text messages?”

For the first time since he’d arrived, he doesn’t look merely tickled with embarrassment but absolutely flooded with it. “Jus’ had a bad feelin’,” he says, which she’d already known.

But then the embarrassment morphs into distress. He clenches his teeth. The hands in his lap still. “And I couldn’t get here in time. The little lady had ta find him like that.”

The girl scientist removes herself from the chair. She stands. “I think you should go,” she says. “And turn your hat the other way.”

His eyes widen. A million thoughts must race through his head because that’s as many facial expressions she counts coming over him in the span of a second.

He doesn’t move to go or turn his hat around, though. He stands and slams his hands down on the table. His mug clatters, and flecks of the black liquid mar the surface.

“Don’t ya dare,” he says—screams, more like. His hands reach for her, as though to grab her by the shoulders to try to shake the truth away. “Ya idiot—!”

But she doesn’t let him say a word more. She opens the watch on her wrist and fires the needle straight at his forehead. The life leaves him as quickly as it had exploded out, and she gasps for breath as he crumples to a pile on the ground.

“Sorry, Hattori,” she says.

She drags him, arms first, into the doctor’s room.

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It’s here that Ai sees Shinichi Kudo.

It’s nothing more than a moment. A split second. She looks down at the detective’s sleeping face, and it’s Kudo that she sees instead, the Kudo she had refused to see, with eyes that would never open again.

When the bell rings, it takes everything she has to shut the door of the doctor’s room and wipe her face and answer it.

“Ai,” says a voice, between bursts of chimes of alternating lengths. “Ai, please open the door!”

She does. The girl from the detective agency stands there, looking as starved for breath as the detective had, though she at least had the decency to run with an umbrella. It’s been abandoned on the ground beside her, still open and swaying with the wind. Her face is panicked, with huge blue eyes set against a pale backdrop devoid of color. The girl hardly hears when Ai tells her that she should retrieve the umbrella before it blows away. When the girl closes it and brings it inside, it’s as though she’s in a trance.

They stand by the closed door for what feels like a century. If the girl from the detective agency notices Hattori’s abandoned shoes, she certainly acts as though she doesn’t. She swallows and gathers her breath and sobs. “Please, Ai,” she says, unmoving, the handle of the umbrella still locked in her grip. “Shiho. Please don’t do what Shinichi did.”

“I haven’t the slightest clue what you’re talking about.”

“You do!” the girl bursts out. She drops the umbrella. It falls to Dr. Agasa’s floor with all the grace and noise of a corpse dumped from the top of a building. Puddles of water form and leak and ooze.

“You do,” the girl repeats, quieter now. Her wet hands find Shiho’s, and her wet eyes find dry ones.

Shiho pushes the hands away. It doesn’t stop the girl from the detective agency from running her mouth.

“I know you kept some,” she says, as though she is not the girl from the detective agency but the detective herself. Her voice is fragile, as if any sudden movement could cause it to break. “You couldn’t take too many. That’d be suspicious. Someone could get hurt. But one could fail. Two would be safer. Three, that would be the safest. ‘Third time’s the charm.’ They say that, don’t they?”

“You have no proof.” It’s the script Shiho’s heard, time and time again.

“Oh, stop it!” the girl detective says. “I have proof enough!”

“And what’s that?”

The other girl hesitates. Her white teeth make a mess of her bottom lip, and her eyes find the fallen umbrella, still leaking with water flecked with dirt from her shoes.

But eventually, she manages, “You knew what I was talking about, Shiho. And…” She bites her lip so hard that Shiho knows she tastes blood. “His pocket. He had Conan’s glasses in his pocket.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“It means everything,” the girl insists.

“Tell me what it means, then.”

The girl says, “It means that he didn’t mean to…” She shakes her head. Cries erupt from her throat. It takes a long time to calm, and when she speaks again, her words are scarcely comprehensible. “He didn’t mean for it to end up like that. It means that he wanted to bring Conan back. The pill just… did what it was supposed to do the first time.”

She wipes at her face. “But you already knew that.”

“Do you blame me?” It’s not like the answer matters. What’s done is done. But she supposes a part of her wants to know. “Do you despise me?”

“No,” says the woman. “That’s why I’m here. I know you don’t want to bring Ai back. I know that when you saw that Shinichi had taken it, you put the last one you had in your pocket. I know that you’ve been carrying it with you ever since. Your hands have always been in your pockets, ever since that day. I know you’re holding it right now.”

Shiho smiles. It’s cold. “If what you’re saying is true, then how did Kudo even find it?”

“I don’t know.” The woman smiles, too. It’s warm. Nostalgic. “If he were here, I know he’d say something like, ‘It was quite simple. The only place Haibara would hide anything like that is in something that we’d never touch because she’d kill us if we did.’”

She drops the impersonation. Tears fall freely from her face, but she does not cry. “If I had to guess,” she says, “you hid them in the back of a fashion magazine.”

Her hands find Shiho’s again. “But that doesn’t matter. Please give me that last pill, Shiho. I don’t want to lose you, too.”

The woman means it, so it feels cruel to smile, to drop the pill in Mori’s hand. But that’s exactly what Shiho does.

She laughs. “I’m the big sister who didn’t destroy this. He didn’t have to die. You should want to lose me.”

“But I don’t,” Mori insists.

The worst part is, as Shiho’s fingers turn round and round a final pill still in her pocket, she believes her.

[hnnyoongs]

CoAi Week 2021 Day 1 Prompt : Rain

Summary: Conan and Ai lament over their mutual dislike of the rain. It may have to do with the fact they both shrunk on days water poured from the sky.

this is the only prompt I actually finished hahah gonna speed write the rest today

[ecargmura]

Whisper Me A Love Song Episode 3 Review - What Is Romantic Love?

While this episode is cute as heck, the power point transition slides are sort of killing the vibes. Like, I get it, it’s a new scene; there’s no need to splatter the transitions every time. Despite this, it was a nice insight episode on Himari as a person.

Himari never felt love before. Whenever she says love, it’s platonic in a sense. She once lost a friend in middle school because her friend told her she had a crush on this boy but when Himari said that she liked him too, albeit platonic, the misunderstanding caused her friend to move to another group of friends. Wow, what a b*tch. I get it, though. Middle schoolers are mean as heck. Heck, I’ve encountered my fair share when I was at that age. I even lost some friends too. Himari might be weird for not being able to interpret love the same way others can, but everyone’s different. Given her thoughts, she could be aromantic, but I’m not an expert on these types of things.

The way Himari takes her time to gather her thoughts in order to give Yori a profound answer reminds me of Sasaki and Miyano where Sasaki confesses to Miyano, but the latter requests that he wants the former to wait until he gives him an answer. Since Miyano did fall for Sasaki genuinely later on, I’m sure the same will apply for Himari when it comes to Yori.

However, I’m glad that Yori’s not upset by her answer. Instead, she’s going to work hard to make Himari fall for her genuinely. Yori making an attempt to do so by joining the band was actually nice. She was always a bit back and forth on her music, so to join the band fully just to make Himari fall for her because she knows her crush likes her voice is pure girl boss move. She wants her girl and she will work for it. Go, Yori!

The side characters play a nice role. Miki tries to help Himari what sort of stuff people do when they fall in love. Ultimately, it’s Himari’s mother who helps Himari understand and give an answer. Her mother dated her father during their third year of high school, but her father kept pursuing her since they were first years. When they went out on a date, she realized she did love him and that’s how they got married. I do wonder if Himari’s father will ever make an appearance. There’s also mention of a character named Shiho, so I wonder if this Shiho person will make an appearance later on. Speaking of Himari’s mother, she is voiced by Natsumi Takamori, who voiced Kome-Kome in Delicious Party Precure! That’s so surprising!

I do hope that the powerpoint transitions lessen next episode and that there will be more singing. I wonder what sort of stuff Yori will do with the band in order for her to get Himari’s attention. I’ll be waiting next week.

[hawatson]

Staring out the window contemplating death the curtain moved next door. Nosy neighbor’s probably coming with the excuse of sharing stew. He reminds me so much of Onee-chan’s ex-lover who was like the brother I never had. I don’t want to be near him but at the same time he’s the closest thing to comfort I can get. If he knocks on the door I don’t know if I’ll be able to hate him like I usually do.