tushanshu_logs | Catch-All for Fourth Wall.... And Other Things

Characters: Conan Edogawa and You
Date: Feb 18 to March 11
Location: Various locations
Situation: Fourth Wall
Warnings/Rating: Probably none

1: Not-221B

Conan was putting a lot of effort into avoiding his housemates as much as possible. After the events of the last month, he had very little interest in being cornered into talking about everything that had happened. He'd show up for meals and at night, but for the most part he spent as much time as possible outside of the apartment.

He needed time. Time to figure out how he felt about all the new revelations.

2. Central District
Conan spent a lot of time skateboarding around the district, sometimes stopping to practice soccer or to get something to drink at one of the restaurants. He watched for trouble, as always, but for once things seemed to be quiet. Perhaps it was because of the strangely large number of new arrivals.

3. Library
At the library, Conan happily found a chair and buried himself behind stacks of books. Between the on-going study of the kedan languages and the numerous question he was investigating about this place, he had more than enough to occupy himself for hours.

4. KPD
Even though he was mostly certain that the work he had been assigned at the police department was meant to keep him busy and out of trouble, Conan still made a point of stepping in every day. Sometimes there was something interesting for him to work on. On occasion he stops in to see some of the different officers he was slowly getting acquainted with.

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He guessed that explained why he'd felt that someone was watching him.

"What do you want? I know you wouldn't have gone to the effort of getting my attention without a reason."

What did she want? Well, to make sure her Angel and favorite detective were safe for one, but Vermouth can't exactly say that. She has a cool criminal reputation to uphold.

So instead she feigns ignorance for now.

"Getting your attention? How would I do that? I've just been checking to see if my phone would work."

Vermouth holds it up in view. Obviously, this hasn't been the first time she's tried using her cellphone. She made an attempt shortly after her arrival, using the same number. But there's a theory she wanted to test.

He had so much skepticism.

"And doing that in public when I just happened to be nearby? After six days?"

He didn't believe for a second that she hadn't realized that it wouldn't work within the first hour of her arrival.

She shrugs with a rather amused smile. Yeah, it's not very believable, is it?

"You certainly noticed awfully quick," Vermouth says, veering away from the questions. She quirks her head to give the small detective a pensive stare.

"It's almost like you recognized the number I dialed."

"And you already know why."

He'd gotten the number from her, after all. Even it was a pandora's box that he couldn't open.

"I thought I destroyed that recording."

After all, he had threatened to use the number himself if she did not bring him to That One. And that was something Vermouth could not allow. For both Shinichi and Ran's sake.

"You did."

He doesn't explain how he still knew it.

Her lips quirk up at that. Cheeky little detective. Go figure he would find a way around that.

Then Vermouth frowns, a surprisingly serious expression for her.

"You haven't called the number, though."

She speaks with utter certainty. Vermouth is close enough to That One that there is little doubt she would hear of such an event. Not to mention, Conan was still alive and well.

"It's been impressed on me that the number is a pandora's box that shouldn't be opened."

Yet.

"By Sherry?"

"You already know I won't answer that."

Indeed, he tended to keep mum on details of the traitorous scientist. Perhaps because of a different promise he has made regarding her. Shame. Keeping Shinichi away from That One might actually raise Sherry a little in Vermouth's eyes.

She closes them before replying.

"Oh. I suppose it was in poor tastes." Vermouth's voice could almost be regretful. After all, officially she had killed Sherry in the train bombing. Even if it really hadn't worked, Conan would be expecting her to believe it. Possibly. Vermouth did know about their shrunken identities after all. It would not take much investigating for her to realize otherwise.

Moving on.

"You've been quite busy, haven't you, detective?"

"Why do you want to know?"

Of course he'd been busy. But he was curious why Vermouth wanted to know.

"It's nothing much," she says flippantly.

"Normally you are involved in so many cases. I imagine you'd like to keep busy when in unknown territory."

"I've found ways to keep myself busy."

He didn't intend to give any more information than the minimum.

Vermouth smiles as pleasantly as she gets.

"With detective work?"

"What else?"

What else indeed. Vermouth would very much like to know, but it seemed that Shinichi wasn't feeling generous at the moment. She shrugs.

"You should know the answer to that."

Her smile drops as Vermouth changes the subject.

"Do you intend to return to Beika City?"

Shouldn't the answer to that be obvious? If he could leave this place, he would already be there.

"When there's a chance."

There was a possibility, the slightest sliver, that he might decide to stay. Keep away from the Organization and the danger it posed. Live a peaceful life as Conan Edogawa, the boy detective. Part of Vermouth, though a rather small part, wishes he would consider it.

But largely she is relieved. Call her selfish, but Vermouth is pinning her hopes on Shinichi. Her Silver Bullet... the one who might actually take down the Black Organization.

Those thoughts barely show on her face, though her shoulders do relax some at the answer.

"A word for the wise then, for when you return. Bourbon has taken an interest in you."

Slightly widened eyes are the only sign he allows to show of his shock at the news. He'd suspected this, but to have confirmation...

"How much interest?"

"More than enough."

Any interest from another member was too much in Vermouth's books. If they figured out Conan's true identity... Both her Silver Bullet and her precious Angel would be silenced. Vermouth would not allow that.

Thus why it was imperative to inform Conan now that she had an opportunity away from the Organization's eyes and ears.

"He was supposed to observe the Mouri Agency for leads to Sherry. However, the mission is over, and yet he stays."

Some of that he had guessed already. But if the mission was over...

The situation had just gotten a lot more dangerous,

"Did he give a reason?"

Vermouth figured he knew most of that. Certainly the knowledge of their Sherry hunt was far past being news by now.

"Yes." But he's not going to like it. "The Sleeping Kogoro caught his eye."

Thanks for the panic attack, Vermouth. He fights to control his alarm.

"Anything else?"

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