HaibaraAiFan

good job i like it but u know that there are some mistakes but i'm excited to read the second part

I love it can't wait for the next chapter

Again this story isn't mine Chapter 2 THE Shinichi Kudou? But isn't he ...? ...a damn intelligent spoilsport? THE mortal enemy of Kaitou Kid? A little twerp at the moment? And still way too dangerous...? And he's in said nemesis' home? Oh Fuck me Kami, I fucked up great this time. Funny, come to think of it, this time he wasn't ambushed by the little genius at all... "Where...?" He looked around frantically until he met her eyes. Very cold and then amused eyes. Then a smirk. "Shitting your pants already?" Before he could let out an undignified squeal, she continued, looking down at her book again, feigning disinterest, like he bored her. "Don't worry, he's off visiting the other brainy in Osaka with Mouri." Relief washed over him, though he would never admit it, since he could have taken on Shinichi Kudou easily after all. He was just a little surprised, maybe a tiny little bit nervous, but not really. But then a whole load of new questions bombarded him. How long are they going to stay away in Osaka? Does He know? Though that seemed unlikely, considering his host's personality inclinations he has glimpsed briefly, but he cannot be sure either. Who else is in this house? What else should he know? Who knows he is here? How long can he stay in this place? How is he going to escape...? And just who the hell is she? Thinking about escape, he looked down at himself. Surprised for a moment, that he hadn't bothered to do so before. But now that he looked, he realized that he only wore a pair of lose pyjama pants, so comfy that maybe that was the reason he didn't notice, and a standard long sleeved t-shirt, albeitly a bit on the big side. Nothing white, nothing flashy, and certainly no hat, no cape and no monocle. He gave a start when again, when she seemed to read his mind and spoke. "I've burned them. The hat and the monocle got taken away with the thrash yesterday. You're wearing Agasa's clothes." From his youthful days, which did not fit him anymore. "Oh, I guess that's fine then. Thanks for the clothes..." He trailed off, having confirmed his suspicions of the fact that she knew exactly who he was. And damn, those clothes were expensive. "You can keep the clothes. They don't fit him anyway." "Thank you..." He mentally slapped himself. The normally so eloquent and poetic speech of Kaitou Kid was reduced to mere Ohs, Errs and Thank yous. How sad. He looked at himself again. Even if he were to escape, pyjama's would still attract a lot of attention on the street. That he couldn't allow. He can't steal or borrow anything from the detective since he can not be sure when said detective would be home and notice. The best bet would be to steal something from the woman in front of him...but that would be rude also, since she seemed to have saved his life. What to do...what to do... Then he heard her sigh. A bit melodramatically. "Can't decide on what to wear? Oh my, guys can be so vain." He looked at her, eyes wide and heart beating so fast he was afraid she could hear him. Maybe she even could, given the way she toyed with his every thought and reaction. He wouldn't put it past her. At least that would explain the waves of creepiness coming his way. Oh wait. That also means she knows exactly that I'm thinking of escaping? Shit, you can't be serious! Suddenly, charming himself out of the situation didn't seem like a realistic option anymore. She may be only one woman, but I still have no weapon at all, whereas she might have plenty. And if she's also like that karate fanatic girlfriend of his, which I wouldn't put past her since she is his acquaintance, then I will truly be screwed. Meanwhile she looked at his conflicted self, even if he didn't show it on the outside, well he tried to at least, and seemed to take pity on him. "If you're finished, please put the plate in the sink, I'll do the cleaning later." He faithfully obeyed. She's reading that damn book of hers again. Maybe she wouldn't notice if he just sneaked out? Clothes be damned? He took one step after another towards the door. He's very good at stealth after all... Please keep reading, please keep reading. The book is a good book...nice book...wonderful book...I feel so ridiculous, but...please! He stopped dead in his tracks when she spoke this time, heart nearly bursting out of his chest in nervousness. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. But then it hit him, when he finally understood the meaning. "Oh, and please close the gates silently. It's quite late now. You don't want to wake the neighbors." Wh-...what? Wait. WHAT? "You-...you just letting me go?" She looked at him, like he was six years old. "Well, you seem to have legs, so technically speaking, you're 'going' yourself." "Ah...I guess that is..true. Haha...Er, bye then..." She simply raised one hand and waved once, not bothering to glance up again from her book. When he was outside he took a taxi home. Thousands of questions circled in his head until he felt the need to bang his head against the car window. It didn't help that the driver kept sending him suspicious looks, having a pajama clad teenager hitting his head bloody on the poor car window tend to do that. But it was later, when he watched his 'butler' pay the driver once home, since he didn't have a single penny on him, explaining to the slightly irritated driver that the young master went to stay with a friend and they seemed to have had a quarrel in the middle of the night, prompting the young master to just go in a fit, that the whole bizarreness of the situation finally kick in and he found himself coming to the conclusion of something fundamental. Dude, that woman was some mindfuckery master. Days, weeks and months passed before he saw 'her' again. Standing on the roof of his latest escape route, he was again intercepted by the genius detective. Which he has considered in his calculations, of course. But he will still be victorious in the end anyway. It was only the slightest turn in events which left him feeling not that invincible anymore, when the fellow tantei crew also awaited him on the roof. I can't be believe parents nowadays, letting their kids out so late at night. I will never be so irresponsible! That in itself was nothing new, given the highly irresponsible parents, and he didn't treat it with any more significance than normal, since the biggest threat was aiming his watch at him right this moment. But then he was flying like a bird and waving back at the fuming small detective, silently thanking the wind that the little detective's stun gun couldn't hit him at this distance and then it happened. The same wind that helped him win the final round blew off the hat of one little detective girl. And his eyes widened at the familiar chestnut blond hair and the smirk when their gaze met. He gasped when he nearly crushed against the next best building. Then everything suddenly made more sense and no sense at all at the same time. Taking together all his will he concentrated on navigating himself away from the skyscrapers, sparing himself the embarrassment of a fly crushing headlong against a window. When he landed it was anything but gracious since he found himself caught in one of the tree branches of a local park. Looking around with night-view monocle he checked if he could be discovered by anybody, but it was late and when he made sure he was alone, he started laughing. Oh Lord. Fuck me I am famous! hope u enjoy

yea and i hate him cuz i want haibara and conan to be together and i wish gin would kill ran that's my idea of happy endings!!!

well u are right oops i posted the previous reply two times

who said i won't? well if anybody wants to write about shinran i will hate him but i won't stop him or her it's his or her desire as u say but that doesn't change the fact that i hate shinran

who said i won't? well if anybody wants to write about shinran i will hate him but i won't stop him or her it's his or her desire as u say but that doesn't change the fact that i hate shinran

Hey why did haibara end in the jail ? I wish i didn't read it cuz it's shinXran and i hate it

Nah thought I hate shinRan I won't kill u...at least for now...

Nice job thought it' kind of sad I feel like crying

Sure

Do you write fic? I'm too lazy to write and I don't have time so I just read

Usually when I find well-written fic about aiCon they end with shinichi's death or sad endings which make me cry

I like it and I wish kudo kun(that's what I call him) would end with haibara . I hate Ran

You are right about it all! It's sad that there aren't many good haibaraxConan fic

It was written by : silver roses98 and she is a member in www.fanfiction.net where you can find a lot of detective conan fic

Note: 1: This story doesn't belong to me. 2: I do not own the anime, it belongs to gosho aoyama She found him on a rainy November midnight crumpled in a deserted corner not far from her home. His not so white clothes which formerly glowed of royalty and mysteries were stained with mud and other drying substances. His glider lay there broken, the metal robs sticking out of the fabric like eaten bird wings bones, leaving only the silver monocle his saving grace, which has taken damage of something hard instead of his eye. Umbrella in one gloved hand she looked down at him, unconscious, beaten and broken winged, and felt like an entity much higher than her humble human form should be. One moment and then two moments passed as she stood there, not quiet frozen for she knew what her decision would be, but simply staring at his face, a face which should not be his face. A siren sounded loudly in the distance and startled her out of her empty contemplations. She put the umbrella down and heaved him up, then, considering the weight and her statue pulled out her cellphone and dialed Agasa's number. Rainy days and unconscious people may just be Agasa's forte. Great, those kind of guys really are always trouble. ______________________________________________________________________________________ For two days he slept on, having only woken up once and mumbling a feverish where am I, in response she glanced up from the book she was reading before replying a Safe, go to sleep, and he fell asleep again. The third day he awoke to find himself unbelievably thirsty and nearly fell out of bed trying to stand up, and not quiet succeeding, which caused a loud thump to resound all over the mansion. Oh shit, he chided himself, I seem to have fucked up greatly this time. He quickly held his breath and hid himself as good as he could in an unfamiliar room with nothing much in it. Well, at least I can still jump out of the window if necessary. To his surprise no armed policemen came running around the corner, nor any nurse armed with giant needles. Relieved and still very suspicious he stepped out of the room, of course looking right and left first before he did, and stopped in his tracks while descending the stairs as a feminine voice whose owner he could not see spoke to him. "So you're awake." He tensed and searched frantically in his memory for this particular voice, since his voice memory was perfect, but he just couldn't find a match. Gripping the railing tighter his palms started sweating, who is she? Where am I? Should I make a run for it? Logic told him to run and hide but his instinct told him to stay and watch whatever story he's going to see, unfold. Hearing no reply the voice sighed. "If you're thirsty, then don't stand there like an idiot and come 's water on the table and juice in the fridge." Deciding to look down on logic this once and trust his gut, since it also saved him many times in the past, he went down the remaining stairs and finally saw the person the voice belonged to. Familiar strawberry blond hair greeted him, though he could not place where he has seen it, and its owner sat on the sofa in the living room, her back to him, seeming to be read a book. When he just stood there and stared and racking his brain to recall where he has seen this person, she turned her head to look at him with disinterested eyes, startling him again and said. "Well, if you want hot water, the kettle is beside the stove." And turned away to her book. He simply nodded a simple and unsure uhn and went to the kettle as told. Cold water would not be good for his stomach right now. He filled the kettle, set it to boil and then leaned against the kitchen counter waiting for the water to boil, glancing at his host every possible second, unsure of what to do. But she never looked up from her book. When he couldn't endure the silence any longer he, like a third class actor, what he really is not, cleared his throat, loudly. Knowing no other way to ensure her host? captor?'s attention he then spoke. "Uhn, where am I?" " In someone's kitchen." She never looked up when speaking. Ok, that one didn't work. Let's try again. "Who are you?" "The one who spared you from certain death." Or lifelong imprisonment. "Ah, ok, thanks then..." Right that moment the kettle started to sing and he nearly jumped at the suddenness. "Cups are in the drawer above your head." He poured himself a cup of hot water and took a sip, burning his tongue in the process, but the feeling of hot liquid warming his stomach soothed his nerves and made him more daring. "How long have I been asleep?" Still not looking at him, she replied. "Nearly three days." Oh, that's kind of long...Guess I have to go back sometime soon. Then his stomach rumbled, loudly and he blushed when she finally looked at him. "Err, sorry?" But she didn't really acknowledge his half-assed apology and stood up, after putting her book on the table. She walked towards him and he again, felt like a trapped animal waiting for...for what exactly he didn't know, and stopped right in front of the fridge. After pulling out plates with plastic wraps over them she went to the microwave and he felt like the idiot she called him. "I'm warming up leftovers." "Ah, thanks. Er, again." God, he never felt so stupid in his entire life, but when she looked at him with that unnerving gaze he just couldn't do anything rational or normal and the fact that she saved his life... She went back to reading as he devoured his first meal in three days, marveling at the wonders a full stomach can do. His confidence grew with the content in his stomach, and half through the meal he knew that there's nothing he should really fear now. After all, he's dealing with only one woman (though there could be companions hidden somewhere) and even God knew, he was The master of charming his way out of difficult situations. Even if this woman was kind of ...not creepy, ok maybe a bit, but different. Being in deep musings of how he could escape should the situation require he missed the quiet tilt of lips of his host, her long practiced sweet smile which masquerades the full out smirk. "By the way, you are in Shinichi Kudou's house." He choked. Oh shit.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7046778/1/Misunderstandings I love this story it's not mine but i wanted to share it with you hope u like it

Nice i like it can't wait for the next chapter