Forgotten Memories [Detective Conan Fanfic]

Detective Boys

Airport, shopping mall, what's the difference?

This question has been sticking around in her mind the minute she got of the taxi. Shiho has forgotten what an airport looked like, since she lost her memory, but never did she expect it to resemble your stereotypical kind of shopping mall. Not only did it look like one, there were also shops and dining areas. I bet they probably based on the mall layout.

The walls around her gleamed white and the ceiling seemed to be quite a distance away from her. Although she found the design quite pleasant, she cannot help but feel frustrated by the restricted serenity of the place. There were a cacophony of noises, the rolling wheels on a suitcase, the unbearable sound of whining/crying kids, and the constant announcements made from the speakers.

She heard the voices of the young and old, their tones either subdued with the anticipation of separation or the enthusiasm to be leaving on vacation. 

Shinichi and Shiho has already waved of goodbye to Heiji and Kazuha back at the check in area. Heiji was fine, but Kazuha was on the edge of spilling her heart out.

Shinichi stuffed his small plastic bag, filled with nothing but his suit, in the cabin area. While Shiho was attempting to reach up to the area, a soft guttural curse escaped her lips, as she blamed her parents for giving her the 'midget' gene.

A/N: She's actually not short, but to create a shinshi scene, i had to.

Shinichi saw her problem, and immediately grabbed Shiho's bag, filled with casual clothing and human essentials, and placed in front of his plastic bag.

Shiho smirked evilly, 'is the detective trying to help me? I wonder why,' she mocked

Shinichi sighed as he thought even with amnesia, she's still sarcastic

'Well I saw you struggling to reach the cabin area, so I decided to be a gentlemen and lend a hand,' he responded, in attempt to tease Shiho.

'I did not need your help,' she asserts confidently, placing her hands on her hips.

Shinichi just simply gave a oh-really-look at Shiho.

The trip to Tokyo was uneventful, the detective just continued asking Shiho questions about remembering her 'before' life.

Time Skip

'This is your house?' Shiho gazed with wide eyes at the mansion

'Yeah, you'll be staying in here'

Shinichi helped Shiho pack her clothes away and sort out her bedroom.

Time Skip

'There we go,' Shinichi said in an accomplished manner, finishing putting away the dresses, 'now follow me,'

Shiho obeyed, she wanted to piss Shinichi of a bit, but she had to count on him to get her memory back. So she decided to stay quiet.

'We, are going to go to professor Agasa's house,'

Shiho simply shrugged.

Agasa's House

The black haired girl covered her eyes in an exuberant manner as a trail of consecutive numbers flowed out of her lips. Small strands of hair naturally coated the sides of her forehead, while her innocent look gave boys a reason to like her. She smiled playfully as she enumerated the last number.

'Ready or not, here I come,' Ayumi squealed gleefully as the front door opened.

'Agasa, you home?' Shinichi called, barging in the room with Shiho not far behind.