Ai walked alone to the Moore detective agency where Conan still lived; he'd said that he didn't want to reveal the truth until after he'd gotten his body back, even though the Black Organization had finally been rooted out. That was of course logical, it would help him to keep in control of his own life as opposed to having new authorities decide a sudden interest in his de-aged body, but the fact of the matter was that it also meant that he was still living with...
"Oh, hello Ai." Ran Mouri had answered the door, an insufferable smile on her face as she leaned down forward, her breasts hanging down, taunting her; yuck it up for now, it won't be long before you get some real competition in that department. "Say, what's that you got there?" Ran tried to reach for the vial, but Ai would not be undone by that sort of amateur hour bullshit.
"It's a science project for me and Conan, please don't interfere."
"Okay, I was never a fan of science anyway." Ran stood back up, and Ai definitely believed that of her. Ai walked over to Conan's room and knocked on the door.
"Come in." The boy said, and Ai's heart lurched some more. She entered and saw him bouncing a soccer ball on his knee, looking a bit bored. His eyes widened as he saw her. "Is that?"
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