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31 Days of CoAi Prompt Fill 29 of 31:

Shiho creating an antidote for injured, amnesiac Conan

When Shinichi woke up, the first thing he sees is gray. The first thing he hears is the beeping of the machines attached to him.

He’s lying down on what he can only presume is a hospital bed, looking up at what he thinks would be white ceiling, but with only the lights from the patient monitor and ventilator, he just sees gray.

And then, he remembers.

“Haibara..?”

He looks around and finds no one.

“Haibara?”

He tries to sit up, but an intense pain in his head and stomach brings him back down on the bed.

He doesn’t care. He tries again and sits up successfully this time, removing the ventilator mask from his face, the IV drip from his arm, and the sensors for the monitor from his chest.

“Haibara?!”

The flat tone of the machine mixes with the echoes of his grunts as he falls on the floor. He attempts to stand up again, but his legs give out, so instead he crawls, shouting, “Haibara! Where are you?!”

When the door finally opens and the lights turn on, the nurse that had been rushing over the moment they received an alert only finds the small body of a boy named Edogawa Conan face down on the floor in front of her, right hand stretched out as if it had been trying to reach for something right before he lost consciousness.

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When Shinichi woke up, the first thing he sees is white. The first thing he hears is the beeping of the machines attached to him.

“What..? Where..?”

He looks to the left and he sees an old man, shock evident on his face. Shinichi immediately scoots to the side farther from the man, and asks, “Who..?”

When the old man remains silent, his face showing a range emotions from shocked to confused to what he can only call anguished, he knows something is wrong—wrong with him. He can’t help the panic from showing in his voice as he asks, again, “Who are you?!”

Suddenly intense headache prevents him from taking in his surroundings and he can only ask “Where am I?!”

Still, right now, to Shinichi, there’s one thing on his mind more important than all the others. He shouts, “Haibara?!” He wills himself to look around the room, and with no traces of Haibara, an ugly feeling in his chest flares up.

His vision blacks out, on and off, and he rests his gaze upon the only other person in the room to quickly assess him. He hopes this old man is at least a neutral party, if not an ally. He can only ask him to go in his stead—for now, because he’ll go to her, sooner than soon, for sure—and his small hands crumple the hem of the old man’s shirt, as he manages to choke out “... Have to… protect… her...”

A short moment after Shinichi passes out, the old man regains his calm and wipes the sweat off the boy’s forehead, tucking him in before he presses the assistance button. He takes off his glasses for a moment before he rubs his eyes, and then the wrinkles on his brow, before he sends a quick message to the woman who had been with him watching over Shinichi just an hour ago.

He gets a reply not even a second after: Coming.

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When the boy woke up, the first thing he sees is white. The first thing he hears is the beeping of the machines attached to him, together with the quiet murmur of voices.

“What..? Where..?”

The voices stop. He looks to the left and he sees an old man, a hopeful look on his face. Beside him is a woman with short permed brown locks, eyes staring straight into him, face devoid of any expression. They are both wearing lab coats, so he can only assume that they are his doctors, attending to him in what he thinks is a hospital room.

The boy tries to think of anything that can help him fill in the blanks in his current situation, but he finds nothing. His eyes widen, and he hears his heart beat quicker and quicker when he slowly realizes that he can’t remember any single thing. His breaths come shallower and shallower, and he attempts to look around the room for anything he can identify, anything that can trigger any memory, but before he can whip his head around for clues, a hand is placed lightly on his shoulder, and he hears a voice telling him, “Breathe.”

He looks at the hand on his shoulder and traces it back to the body that owns it, and the source of the voice he had just heard—it’s the woman, that woman. Somehow, he calms down a bit, and he does as she said, he breathes.

He looks at her as he focuses on his breathing. There’s nothing familiar about her. Not her hair, not her face, not her eyes, not her voice. “You don’t remember anything,” she says. The certainty in her statement calms him further, and he can feel himself relaxing more and more. Even when he feels he doesn’t need to confirm her statement, he nods anyway, to let her know that he’s fine now.

Somehow, he knows that she understood his gesture perfectly. She lifts her hand off his shoulder, and the room is suddenly too cold for him. He’s still looking at her, though. He finds that she isn’t uncomfortable with his blatant staring, and he wonders if all amnesiacs react the same, which is why she’s used to it.

“Edogawa Conan,” she suddenly says, while still looking straight at him. To the boy, it doesn’t ring any bells.

“A-ah, right,” the old man speaks, and the boy remembers that there’s another person in the room. The old man continues, “Conan-kun, I’m Agasa Hiroshi, your neighbor and friend.”

The boy—his name is Edogawa Conan, apparently—looks at him and doesn’t make any expression of remembrance. The old man, Agasa, takes it as his cue to continue, “This here is Ai-k—ah! Shiho-kun, this is Shiho-kun. She’s a friend of yours, Conan-kun. She’s helped us a lot, and she’ll help you get better...”

At this, Conan looks at the woman named Shiho, and she just looks at him back.

“... Shiho… Shiho-neechan..?” Calling her name doesn’t sound right, nor does calling her neechan... Had he really known this woman before?

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Ran-neechan. Now this rolls off the tongue. As he talks about his day, something he must have done a number of times with Ran-neechan, since he just grows more and more comfortable the more he speaks with her, he feels his body relax—until he senses something is off.

He looks around, and Shiho-neechan is nowhere to be found.

His chest tightens, and he looks around. He doesn’t hear Ran asking him if he’s alright.

He gets up, out of the chair and runs to the WC—she’s not there.

He runs outside, and he instantly spots her talking to two men he doesn’t know.

He doesn’t know how he feels. He’s relieved, he’s angry, he’s hurt—

Shiho turns and catches him looking and—he’s embarrassed.

Then he remembers, he’s a kid, right? So it’s alright to act like this, right?

He runs up to her, as quick as his short legs can take him, and practically jumps up to her arms. He’s a bit giddy when he sees the incredulous look on her face as she opens her arms to catch him. When she catches him, he holds her tight and sneaks a peek at the men she had been talking to, his face wearing what he thinks is a pretty angelic smile to show them just how happy he is right now.

Still, somehow, this feels new. If Shiho-neechan and him were close, why does this feel new? Do they not hug? It wouldn’t be that she doesn’t like kids because she certainly does—she always dotes on Ayumi-chan. Him, too. After all, he’s the only one among the Detective Boys allowed in her lab. She makes him good food, and she gives him novels and books that are actually interesting and not those childish ones. She doesn’t make him feel like a kid when they’re talking, and she always looks out for him.

In any case, this feels right, so it’s probably just a piece of memory he lost. What a pity. He figures he can just do this more often from now on. She’s able to catch him perfectly anyway, and just on their first try!

When the men say their goodbyes to Shiho with an unreadable look on their faces, Shinichi resists the urge to stick his tongue out at them. Shiho turns to nod goodbye, though, so his face wouldn’t be in their view even if he did.

When they leave, he asks Shiho right away, “Who are they?”

“You’re not a kid. Get down from me.”

Conan just tightens his hold on her more, as he says, “I am a kid! Who are they?”

“Did you tell Ran-san where you are going?”

“I’ll explain when we get back. Who are they?”

“My boyfriends.”

Shiho is able to peel off an unresponsive Conan off her arms and shoulders. She looks at his incomprehensible expression and chuckles. She taps his cheek just as she stands up, and says, “Just kidding. Wipe that expression of your face and let’s get back to Ran-san.”

Having snapped out of his shock from the feel of his neechan’s finger on his cheek, and then hearing her say what she had just said wasn’t true, Conan wails, “Hey, that’s not nice!”

Shiho just throws a smirk at him as she slowly starts walking. He catches up, and they walk side-by-side.

Like this, Shiho suddenly explains, “They’re your friends, actually.”

Ever the curious kid, Conan immediately asks, “Then why did they come for you and not for me?”

Shiho casts him a look, then turns back to look forward. She just says, “Because you don’t remember yet, but I do.”

“Well, I remember enough. I remember you. I remember the important parts just fine, so whoever and whatever that was must have been unimportant.”

He stops walking when he hears his neechan’s footsteps stop from beside him. He sees the unimpressed expression on his Shiho-neechan’s face so he immediately backtracks his words, “Or, it is important, and maybe I’ll remember if they actually talk to me instead, you know, so take me with you next time you talk to them, neechan!”

Shiho smiles a bit, and Conan catches the turned up corners of her mouth before she sets it back when she says, “Maybe.”

They get back to walking, slowly, in silence. Conan’s mind, though, is bombarded with thoughts. With a light shake of his head, and mouthing a silent “Whatever, I’m a kid!” he lifts his hand up...

When Conan’s small hand reaches Shiho’s, she stops, again, a while. Conan, somehow, feels embarrassed, again, but he’s a kid and this is what kids do, right? He wills his blush to go away, and instead tightens his grip on Shiho’s hand.

Shiho lightly flicks his forehead, and he pouts at the silent admonition, but before he can let go completely, her fingers curl against his hands, and he hears her say quietly, “Just… not so tight.”

He looks at her and he can make out the faint pink on her cheeks and ears. He chipperly answers, “Ok!”

At the front of the restaurant, Ran is waiting for them, waving them over.

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“Neechan? What are you doing?”

Conan finds Shiho, her arm over her eyes, head angled up towards the ceiling while leaning back away from her computer.

A bit worried that Shiho had fallen asleep on her chair, Conan approaches her silently, softly calling out, “Neechan?”

Shiho sighs, and replies without looking at him, “I’m awake, just tired.”

Conan, noticeably more chipper now, energetically offers the things he had brought in the lab as he proudly announces, “I brought coffee!”

Shiho couldn’t keep the smile from her voice when she lightly says, “Little kids shouldn’t drink coffee.”

Conan doesn’t miss a beat as he retorts, “I thought you said I wasn’t a kid?”

Shiho just chuckles, saying, “Well, you’re short.”

“Hey!”

Shiho finally turns to look at him, and he offers her one of the mugs, still pouting. She accepts it, and she tilts her head down a bit, seemingly appreciating the coffee and its aroma. Conan doesn’t miss the unfathomable smile that crosses her face, though.

She hasn’t even taken a sip when she starts to say, “Hey, Edogawa-kun—”

He cuts her off. “Why don’t you ever call me Conan, or Conan-kun?”

She looks at him in surprise, and they stare at each other. It annoys Conan that he can’t read her, because there’s definitely something there—is this another one of the pieces he lost from his accident? He hates it. He hates it a lot.

It takes her a moment to reply, and when she does, she does not look away. She quietly replies, “... Because that’s not you.”

Conan still doesn’t understand, but he gets the feeling that he’s so close to what it is that he wants answers to, so he prods further, “And I’m Edogawa-kun?”

She sighs, and, it’s clear that Shiho is uncomfortable with this line of questioning. She breaks their eye contact, and complains to her coffee, “Tantei-kun, would you listen to me for a bit?”

“No,” is Conan’s quick answer.

“... Eh?” Shiho couldn’t prevent a sound of surprise coming out of her, since she didn’t expect that he, of all people, wouldn’t want some answers, any kind of answer, out of her.

He explains, “You sound like you’re going to say something bad. Don’t do it.”

A wry smile comes from Shiho, and she says, “I’m not.”

The unease in his heart has yet to dissipate, and his instincts are rarely wrong. Conan just continues to stare at her.

Seeing that Conan doesn’t intend to let her continue, she continues in a singsong voice, “With you here, I wouldn’t dare do anything bad.”

Frustrated that his neechan doesn’t seem to take him seriously at all, hands clenched into fists, Conan just grits out his suspicion directly, “Are you leaving?”

Shiho looks up from her coffee, all traces of emotion wiped from her face. She looks at him looking at her—the way his eyes narrow a little, the way they shine, the way his lips press together in a straight line, the way his lower lip dips a little to let her know he’s biting it, the way his brows are knit together, the way his voice is solid, absolute, as if stating a fact, as if giving a command when he says, “Don’t leave me.”

Shiho places her coffee on her desk—and Conan’s expression sours more when he thinks she doesn’t feel the gravity of what he’d just said, that she can’t leave—and places her hands on his cheeks. Conan’s eyes widen a little at this, and he feels his cheeks burn, and he wants to will it to go away, but she’s looking at him and he wants to be able to read what she’s thinking, right now, and at every moment. In his lost memories, had he been able to? If he regains what he had lost, can he have this, too?

“Idiot,” she says as she squeezes his cheeks. “I was about to say, I’m done with the research. I can make you well again.”

She retracts her hands from his cheeks, and Conan feels lightheaded. He just says, “Oh.”

Shiho crosses her arms on her chest as she says, “No more headaches. No more sudden dizziness. No more shortness of breath.”

“That’s it?” That’s all you wanted to say?

Shiho nods. “Yeah.”

Conan’s pulse is still racing. It takes him a moment to collect himself, and he assesses her, tries to trust her and her words, even when he has lingering doubts. He’s about to nod, to let the topic go, but in a moment of hesitation, he’s able to remind himself that he’s a kid so it doesn’t matter if he asks stupid questions. So, he doesn’t nod, and instead looks her straight in the eye and asks her, “You’re not leaving?”

She smiles. She only says, “Sticky kid.”

When she smiled, he relaxed. The relief is written all over his face even as he complains, grinning, “Shut up! Give me back my feelings!”

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When Shinichi woke up, the first thing he sees is white. The first thing he hears is the beeping of the machines attached to him.

“What..? Where..?”

He looks to the left and he sees Agasa-hakase, shock evident on his face. Shinichi makes an attempt to sit up as he asks, “Hakase..? Why am I here?”

Hakase immediately gets up and hugs the woman beside him, saying, “Ai-kun, it worked..! Ai-kun, you did it!”

Shinichi doesn’t know her.

Their eyes meet, and the small smile on her face disappears just for a flash before it’s back.

When the professor releases her from his hug, she cuts off the professor before he can say anything more, saying “Miyano Shiho. One of your doctors. A friend of the professor.”

The professor bewilderedly looks between the two of them before a look of realization sinks in. Shinichi would have noticed, but he isn’t really focusing on anything else right now, other than the woman he doesn’t know right in front of him.

“I’ll be going now. If there’s anything, professor please call me.”

The professor just nods, slowly, silently.

Shinichi doesn’t know if he has anything to say except, “Thank you...”

When she left the room, somehow, there’s a discomfiting feeling at the back of his mind, down to his chest.

He’s just tired, maybe.

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