Graced Nun

“Ah, uh… Yeah, sorta. I was told t’ bring some flowers here, but M’not sure if it was a prank, or…” Madison slipped through the door and made more than just her face known, arms still wrapped around the flowers she had brought.

But as usual, she had gotten on some errands.

"Hai , rest assured.  The older sister asked for those. You can leave them inside, Please follow me."

“I’m actually seventeen." He gave the nun a sheepish grin and giggled quietly, "I’ve been like this for a while.”

Being as stubborn as he was, Conan couldn’t help but to cross his arms and huff. He was a detective — if he smelled a crime, he had to chase it. Solving every possibly mystery was what he was born to do, even if it meant following suspicious people around.

Lavender irises widened as her ears processed those sentences, showing pure shock on her pale features. He was actually older than her? 3 years at least? yes, three. And even so h, such wise words of care didn't reach his mind completely. Such a stubborn child. This was like speaking with a male version of the ginger.

A slight sigh. 

"...eh....you're older than me then....but even so....someday it could cost your life greatly. If such hasn't already happened to you, then it's pure luck.... I don't want to imagine how many times you posed on such events....what would your family do if something dreadful as that happened?."

Looking up, he gave a small shrug. He had said a lot already — what harm would it do to tell her the rest? If she were working for them, she could have easily killed him then and there. But she hadn’t, and he wanted nothing more than to trust her.

“I was out with my friend, the one I’ve been lying to, when the both of us get in line for a ride. We got on, but in the middle of the ride, someone was murdered. There were these two guys there. I thought they were suspicious, so I followed one when I saw them pass by after I helped solve the case.”

She stood speechless for some seconds before replying again, with a worried but apprehensive care at first, for it was always treacherous to spy on strangers , even if carrying such personalities! Thinking well on it, ....maybe even Meimi couldn't help this time....

" But....then, if I get this right....that isn't your original image?.....Then how old are you actually? And you should't have chased them! it' always dangerous , even for the police to do such!....But those men are trully awfull....I never expected such thing could actually happen...to shrink someone..."  

“Excuse me? Hello?” Madison hugged a small bouquet of flowers in her arms, the clear paper crinkling slightly as her grip tightened and her nose peeked in between the doors of the church. With her shoulder, she gave the door a slight push and peeked her head in further.

The place seemed awfully quiet, and — for a moment — she wondered if she was at the wrong place.

 Though at its passage, crossed upon an unknown shojo, requesting intrusion inside the building.  Seira gave a welcoming smile, halting on her paces. 

" Konnichiwa. Do you need help?"

He only shook his head, the words becoming trapped in his throat. The people he was after had already stolen and returned documents from the police — the fact that they had slipped in and out without a speck of suspicion worried him, as did the fact that the FBI was acting cautiously.

Conan lifted his head and looked to the nun. Her expression made her worry obvious, and that hadn’t been his intention. It felt nice to talk to someone about it, though he desperately hoped that she wasn’t he type to talk. Or was an Organization member in disguise.

That little jolt of paranoia made him turn his gaze from her.

She actually believed in it, being so used to those cases she dealt to her accomplice thief. Thus, even if trying to help, in such situations, what could she do? Minor criminals were one thing but...this seemed like something bigger...

" Why so? everyone has their own problems...sure, of little dimensions...but I wouldn't say you're lying about this. "

There was a faint grinding noise as Conan’s teeth rubbed against each other, shoulders become squared under his ears. “Them. They… I know they’ll come after her if they find out I’m still alive.”

If it was that serious of a problem certainly....they couldn't go to the police. Even that would be risky. 

" ... Them?.....And you...cannot go to the police....if that's the case....am I right? Why would they be after your life? such a little boy like you couldn't have possibly..."

“No." Not yet. If he even so much as slipped up, he was sure the Black Organization would target Ran. They had already made an attempt on Kogoro’s life.

Even thinking about it made his heartbeat quicken and his chest tighten with worry. The look on his face shifted to one of slight anger, eyebrows coming together to form a dark line.

She didn't know all the details yet, but this seemed like a pretty though case. Even if she asked Meimi-chan about it, it seemed risky enough to threaten both lives. But hadn't the honorable thief been on dangerous situations, countless times? She almost drowned in one of her heists. Yet if something were to happen, Seira would never forgive herself.  

"....So, she suspects of something already, isn't it? But what exactly is avoiding you from telling it?"

Conan dipped his chin down, eyes cast to the floor. It wasn’t like him to want to confide in anyone outside of Professor Agasa, or even Haibara, but he couldn’t fight off the sense of ease and trust he was getting from this girl.

Giving his feet a little kick, the boy offered the nun a shrug.

Still concerned, violet irises dropping slightly, the nun observed his inconstant movements. He was not lying about such thing, but what kind of event could occur to tell such thing?   

" .....Why do you say so? Is she in danger? "

He was passionate about what he did, but there was an entirely different level of commitment and faith in what she did. He couldn’t imagine doing what she did, even though — to others — it might not seem that difficult. He was impressed, considering how young she looked.

“Eh?" Conan blinked and returned his attention to the nun, "Oh! I’m fine. I—”

 A single nod,along with interlaced fingers.

"  Yes....unless for some valuable reason, you should never do it.

“Eheh, Uncle Kogoro is really smart."                                                                               ‘When he wanted to be.’

Conan hated reeling in his intelligence and observational skills just because he was in a smaller body. He never remembered having to do so when he was actually this age, but knew it was because people would grow suspicious.

Shuddering in his seat, the boy glanced towards the back of the church and let out a small sigh. He wasn’t a religious person, though he held respect for those that were, but he felt strangely safe inside the church.

Then, this time a more childlike question. Though, she noticed the discret sigh, curious tiny eyes looking backwards, in the direction of the door; she couldn't help but have concern grow on her expression as she rised up from her kneeling spot, and glanced the boy directly. 

".....Just a little bit.....Is something the matter?"

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