When Pandora bleeds... (Shinkai)

Gross and more gross

Conan, intending to raise himself for a small walk into the next coffee shop, decided against his inner demon and plopped back down onto his seat. He had to analyze the gem now, and he was obviously awake enough to put his braincells to good use. Why bother for an unnecessary walk if he had a mystery in front of his nose?

It doesn't look properly cut, rather... like KID tried his best to break it but didn't succeed.

He paused, turning the gem in his hands. This had been KID's last target before he had kidnapped Ran. Conan stifled a chuckle, feelings of sympathy and anger at the same time bubbling up in his stomach.

What an asshole.

Conan wouldn't ever forget what KID had done for him. He couldn't have been more grateful since Ran's death... With her statue, Conan always had a magnificent way to remember his childhood love.

Life is cruel...

KID had stolen the gem from Suzuki Jirokichi, displayed for him in a large trap. Conan couldn't suppress that tiny eyeroll- this guy really played with fire. Challenging Kaitou KID was bound to end in a catastrophe.
This was KID's last real target, this was the reason KID quit his life as a moonlighting thief. Conan stared at the gem like it was going to answer all his questions.

Did KID know it could bleed like this? Was this gem the reason for Kaitou KID?

Conan honestly doubted that a simple gem was reason enough to play a large and white "Shoot me" target during the night. Yet, when did he ever get KID's true intentions overall? That guy was insane enough to let himself be framed for nearly destroying the sunflowers of Van Gogh before Conan could clear the case and bleach KID's tarnished cape.
Was there any mechanical explanation for the gem's blood? Conan tried to search for any clue but didn't find a single one. Around lunchtime, he finally gave up and stuffed the gem into his pocket. Even if he found out the reason for the fluid, it wasn't guaranteed to lead him to KID.

Conan got up from his seat and fetched napkins to clean the mess he had made, then poured the rest of the terrible coffee away. He would get a coffee to go and some lunch at the café close by, he decided. Sighing, the young detective took on his shoes and a jacket, then grabbed his purse and marched out of the door. Maybe this would get him onto different thoughts.

No way in hell, KID's day of disappearance is closing in. A wonder if I could think of anything else than him.

Conan kicked a stone away and pushed up his glasses. He was sick of wearing those, too. Now that he was back to the age where it had happened, Conan had to be triple as careful. The crows hadn't made a large impact on him anymore, they pretty much left him alone... however, Conan wasn't going to forgive nor forget.
And still... after all those years, Conan left the crows more and more alone as the hope of returning to his actual age shrank. Instead, he became even more obsessed with KID and his disappearance.

Conan entered the café, lost in his thoughts, pushing his shawl a little higher to hide his red skin. He stood in line to order and couldn't even finish his trail of thoughts before the sweet barista girl asked him for his wishes.
I want to see KID.
"One black coffee and a piece of lemon pie, please."
"Anything else?"
Yes, I want to meet KID.
"No, thanks."
Shinichi paid and grabbed his coffee and food, then marched right out off the café. Absentmindly, he took a large sip of his coffee and had to hold himself back from gagging. No, he wasn't getting it down. No chance.

Conan fled behind a few containers to drool the coffee out again and wipe his mouth with a disgusted expression. What was wrong with him? It couldn't have been the coffee, this café made the best coffee around.
Disappointed, Conan took out his piece of lemon pie and took a fork to enjoy it in peace- yet it tasted the same, disgusting and refusing to go past his tongue. Conan let out a frustrated whine and tossed each into the nearby trash container before he stormed out of the alley, hands pushed into his pockets. His mood had become ten times worse by now.

Why am I not enjoying my favorite drink and my favorite pie?!

His gaze fell onto his hidden hands and he stopped for a moment, evaluating his options. He felt like this since yesterday night, since the gem, since the blood.
Conan shook himself as memories flooded his inner eyes and had to hold back from gagging again. Gross. But it did seem to have an effect onto him since he hadn't been thirsty nor hungry the entire day.

Maybe Haibara can find anything.

Decision made, Conan switched destinations and instead walked towards professor Agasa's house. It was good the young scientist had stayed with the professor, since his death she had been a good landlord of his house and kept up her work as scientist.
Conan rang the doorbell, only to be greeted by the familiar tea blonde wearing a lab coat. She seemed surprised, then raised her eyebrows.
"You used to disguise better."
"Oh shut up. I'm trying to cover my skin."
"So?"
Haibara pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing, stepping aside to let Conan pass. She honestly didn't want to know what kind of trouble her favorite neighbor had gotten into this time. Was there any day Conan didn't cause another death or criminal case?

Minutes later inside her laboratory, Haibara stared with widened eyes at her friend while he undressed- Conan looked like he was facing a third degree sunburn, yet his skin looked pretty much fine and he wasn't experiencing pain either. Haibara stayed silent for a while, eying him from head to toe. A few spots had stayed clear of the disturbing tone.
"Shinichi, I do not want to ask but I'll do it anyway. What the heck have you done?"
Conan sighed and drove a hand through his hair, a defeated look on his face. Haibara wasn't going to be pleased by the latest events at all.