From Paris with Love || Detective Conan

Chapter 48

A week had passed. Marsala introduced herself as her bodyguard, though she never acted serious like one in Shiori's opinion as she always see her drinking wine and passing time inside her room. The cottage has a small kitchen, living room and two rooms, one for each of them.

The moment they arrived at a cottage in the outskirts of Nara, Shiori knew no matter how far she run or try to escape, the drunkard lady always appear to be able to locate and drag her back to the house. Aside from her usual stoic face and drunk state, she seemed nice. Marsala lets Shiori out of the house and at times watch news on TV.

"I'm bored." Shiori would moan.

"Want a dri-"

"I'm not in the mood for wine." She huffed and turned to look behind the couch where she could see Marsala leaning on the kitchen countertop, red wine in her hand, "By the way, where do you get those? It seemed like you have a wine stash to last you a lifetime. It's unhealthy to drink every day with that large amou-"

"Ah my ears. It's bleeding from your nagging." Marsala quickly dashed back to her room.

Shiori giggled at her antics. "Hey, Marsala. I'm sorry but I think I want some steak for dinner."

"Ugghh, you've been kidnapped, not staying at a hotel!" She yelled before slamming her door shut. Shiori knew Marsala was just feeling shy and not the type of person to say and act warm.

Now that she's alone, she was feeling lonely and sad. Shiori decided to take some fresh air and went outside using the throw blanket on the sofa as a scarf over her head. The place is quiet, they are surrounded by wildflowers as well as tall trees are scattered everywhere to provide shade for anyone. She was wearing baggy clothes that Marsala brought from somewhere, and she felt sleepy as soon as she arrived at her favorite tree situated beside a lake.

Sitting down, with her legs up to her chest and arms on her knees, Shiori pouted looking at the calm lake, "I miss Shu." She inhaled and held her tears in. 

She knew if she were someplace else, there would be people from the organization following her. Thinking positively that she should just be thankful that she was kidnapped in a good way.

She didn't know how much time passed, until she heard Marsala's voice, "Hey, get back. I think the weather is too much for you. I was told you don't handle heat well." Although she told her to go back, the woman sat down beside her.

"How did you know?" Shiori turned to her.

"Your beloved Shuichi-san informed me about stuff ... Of course, that was before I changed my number, so don't try asking me to call him." Marsala said.

"I hope he misses me."

"..."

"I hope he's crazily missing me."

"..."