Forgotten Memories [Detective Conan Fanfic]

Epilogue 2

A/N: OK this epilogue is basically explaining where the friends are 5 years later in life. You do not have to read this chapter since it is one of my trashy chapters. But if you are bored, and want to get an idea of what they're doing later in life, then read on. It's really rushed and I didn't properly proofread it because I haven't posted for ages.

'Conan, you look like crap,'

Ai was standing, in a criticizing manner, staring down at Conan, who was trying real hard not to slap his older twin sister. And by the way -  she was only a mere 15 minutes older so it hardly even counts.

People can tell that they were twins despite the abnormality of the difference of their hair. It was unusual, the way their parents have been.

Conan shared similar hair aesthetics to his mum, with strawberry blonde curls dangling from one side of his forehead, making him look like an almost foreign person. He, however, received his dad's piercing cobalt blue eyes, and an attractive smirk.

Ai had jet black silky long hair, inherited from her father, that flows elegantly, and a pair of cold but alluring aquamarine eyes, like her mother. She also had an attractive smirk that always hinted sarcasm.

'Ai is that how you talk to your brother?' Shinichi came from behind and pulled the two 5 year olds into a cuddle.

'Yeah Ai,' Conan retorted immediately.

'Don't retaliate,' the detective warned.

His voice had grown huskier and more man-like. He wore a navy blue sweater and typical pants. Shinichi had matured over the years and has followed his fathers' footsteps in becoming a detective, he was also employed as an FBI agent along with Shiho who was employed as the main scientist.

'But he looks like a retard,' Ai complained, pointing an accusing finger at her brother, who wore an oversized tuxedo and a tie that did not compliment the colour of his suit.

'Just because your brother is not a fashion whiz like you, doesn't mean you can insult him,' Shiho walked into the room, 'but to be honest, you didn't have to get all dressed up today,'

She had grown her hair out, with the curly strands bouncing with every step she takes. She wore a simple and black turtleneck tucked into her jeans. Her voice had softened and her beauty has still managed to remain the same even after the years. She'd gotten used to calling Shinichi 'Shinichi,' but still calls him 'Kudo' occasionally.

'Means you're hopeless in fashion,' Ai ridiculed, whispering in his ears.

'Shut up, evil lady, and this is how the famous soccer star, Hideo Akagi, dressed for special events,'

'Soccer fanatic,'

'Fashion nerd,'

'Ah is that the way you should be speaking to each other?' Shiho scolded

'Ai probably inherited the sarcasm from her mother,' Shinichi joked, muttering under his breath.

Shiho slapped Shinichi on the head.

'Nevermind,' he said.

The doorbell rang and Shinichi's lips curled into a knowing smirk.

'They're here,'

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The detective opened the door and his eyes laid upon the familiar faces.

'Yo Kudo, long time no see,'

Heiji had his hands tucked into his pocket and his boyish smirk plastered upon his face. Kazuha stood beside him with her hair down and fringes coating the sides of her forehead. Smiling cheekily behind them was Kaito, his childish demeanour still existent. Ran stood next to Kaito, with her chestnut brown hair in a messy bun.