Detective Conan: The Road To Hell

Thunder Roars, Climb a Tree

Ever lived anywhere where there's a thunderstorm? No? Oh, you're from Antarctica, okay.

Not explaining this one. I'm sure someone will get my lame attempts at puns *insert thumbs up emoji*
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Haibara Ai may look like a child, but there was no doubt in Conan's mind that a demon inhabited that body. Genta suggested they draw straws to decide who should wake her up, and Conan got the short end of the stick. When he poked her, she threatened to test out her new antidote on him while he slept.

Conan informed Ran that Haibara would not be joining them for dinner.

Ran, being the angel that she was, set aside a serving for Haibara and made sure each and every person was aware that if they touched Ai-chan's food, they're going hungry the next morning.

Genta stayed forty feet away from Haibara's plate at all times.

They were cleaning up dinner by the time an evil-eyed yawny girl crawled out of her tent. Her hair was tangled, her clothes rumpled, but her expression made it clear that any comment made on either of these facts would be your last.

Haibara yawned and sat in a lawn chair across from Conan's. Everything else was put away, and people had wandered off in groups. The shrunken adults were alone at the fire pit, glowing embers exuding little heat.

"Glad to see you waited for me," she said coolly.

Conan let her harmless verbal jabs roll off his back. "Genta and Hattori wanted to eat, and I'd rather not find myself the subject of one of your experiments. Besides," he dropped his voice to a murmur, "these kid bodies need a lot of sleep to function. There's a reason I insisted on taking my own blood sample the other day. Your hands were shaking so much, you would've missed the vein."

Haibara closed her eyes, leaning back in the lawn chair far too big for her. "Really? So Tantei-san knows more about human anatomy than the former biochemist?" she said, though there was no bite to her words.

He refused to smile. "Haibara, you got six hours of sleep last week. I will start coming to your house and tranquilizing every night if that's what it takes."

She smirked, opened her eyes. "Look, now he's worried about me." She leaned forward, flicked his forehead. He yelped in protest. "You underestimate me. I know my limits. At least I have the mental capacity not to pass out in a coin locker."

"That was one time—"

"And you're lucky that it was on a weekend," she continued. "Otherwise, 'Ran-neechan' would have a cow, wondering where her little 'Conan-kun' had gone."

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Are you done yet?"

"Do you admit defeat?"

"Will you stop staying up all night? These might not be our ideal bodies, but you know as well as I that they're still ours."

She leveled a stare at me. "I promise I will get a normal amount of sleep for a six-year-old human body."

He let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Reaching under his chair, he handed her a plate covered in saran wrap, a plastic fork and knife folded neatly into a napkin on top. "Ran set this aside for you. Here, eat."

Haibara silently took the food. Peeling back the saran wrap, she cut a piece from the fillet and put it in her mouth. "It's still warm."

He nodded. "Ayumi-chan kept it on the coals until they started adding more fuel. She almost burned herself a few times until Ran gave her a hand." He stood, started to leave. "If you need me, I'll be with Sign of Four."