[Conan/Through Her] Fairy's Indus

When I got home, the house was indeed dark and cold.

Rather, this is the norm.

As my body grows older, I spend less and less time with Toru Amuro, and he becomes busier and busier.

When he was in elementary school, he could at least sleep at home every day and rest at home one or two days a week.

By the time when Kagemitsu Morofushi and Shuichi Akai were exposed, he could still find time to attend my school festival.

And now, he hasn't been home for a long time, missing like Kudo Shinichi.

It’s no wonder that Bourbon didn’t participate in the early plot in the original work...because he was busy investigating other things.

The last time I spent a long time with him was probably a year ago when he took me to New York on a whim to interfere with the main line.

And even that time, he was busy leading his men to create trouble for the organization and the FBI. I even went to watch the Golden Apple drama that was interrupted by the murder case.

While he was busy at work, I could only get the news that he was safe through his occasional phone calls to me in a business-like manner to confirm the plot line and reveal a word or two about the police's target.

This is of course... His status in the public security and black organizations must be getting higher and higher now. The higher he stands, the more things he does...

Today I met Xiao Ai and rescued her from Gin Jiu. I should be happy.

I poured the dirty clothes that had been piled in the basket for several days into the washing machine, hoping that the sound of the washing machine would dispel the somewhat eerie silence in my home.

This washing machine is old and noisy, and I don't know when it will break down.

I sat together on the sofa, listening to the noisy clanking of the washing machine in the bathroom, and stared blankly at the wood grain like a cartoon bunny head on the coffee table in front of me.

I heard the washing machine groan/groan a few times and suddenly stopped operating.

At the same time, the lights at home also went out with a "pop", which shocked me.

...No way! ?Tripped? ?

Or was the washing machine really damaged by my casual milking? ?

I jumped up, took out my phone, turned on the flashlight, and ran to the switch.

The circuit breaker tripped, and the leakage warning button popped out.

I pushed it back and pushed the switch up.

Push...can't push it up.

The battery leakage prompt button pops up again.

...Sure enough, the washing machine was damaged by my milk!

I ran to the washing machine in the dark again, but tripped on the steps of the entrance and fell hard.

A sudden sharp pain shot from my knees to my scalp.

Tears are about to come out.

I limped back and forth a few times and finally determined that the wiring of the washing machine was aging, leaking, and short-circuiting.

In short, it's really broken.

Fortunately, the fuse in the electric switch was not burned out. After unplugging the washing machine, the electric switch can be pushed up.

It is the coldest month of winter now, with heavy snow falling outside the window. I stand in the bathroom, facing the old washing machine that has expired in this deserted home, and the half-washed clothes soaked in a pot of cold water in the washing machine. There was only one vague thought left in my mind - my knees hurt.

After I finally forced myself to realize that being in a daze at this time was just a way of escaping and unable to solve the problem at hand, I began to endure the biting cold and take the clothes out of the washing machine.

My fingers were almost numb from the cold, and the bucket of clothes was still waiting for me to finish washing. I rubbed my red hands and didn't want to lift up my pajamas to see the injury on my knees, but I suddenly felt like crying for no reason.

It's ok.

As long as no one sees me crying, I haven't cried...!

When the call came in, I was sitting awkwardly on a chair with my legs stretched out, washing clothes in the hot water in the shower room, while letting myself shed inexplicable tears in a squeamish and aggrieved way.

So who on earth is so annoying and calls me specifically when I am in self-isolation mode to deal with negative energy?

I took a deep breath and struggled to stand up, ran to the living room and touched my phone.

Caller ID: Unknown.

——It’s you, Toru Amuro!

My mind was empty, my hands were shaking, and I hung up the phone.

……

…………ah.

ah!I hung up on Toru Amuro...!

For the first time in my life...! !

So exciting.

The world is quiet.

About half an hour later, after I had dried my clothes and had taken a shower, and after dealing with my emotions, I was huddled in the kotatsu, scrolling through the online shopping platform on my phone and choosing a washing machine, when I heard the sound of Toru Amuro opening the door with a key.

I watched in shock as the man I hadn't seen for a long time pushed open the door with a gasp, and then fixed his anxious gaze unmistakably on my face.

My mind went blank again, and my hands picked up the pillow in my arms faster than my brain and threw it towards him.

Toru Amuro watched in confusion as the pillow I threw made a wonderful parabola in the air and hit the floor between me and him.

I took a sharp breath of air.

——Absolutely.

I wanted to smash him in the face! !What's going on with my arm strength! ! !

this!How embarrassing! ! !

Toru Amuro put on her slippers, picked up the pillow and walked towards me with a smile in her eyes: "Ruri-chan, do you want to have a pillow fight?"

It's like he's been gone for so long and nothing has changed.

I watched blankly as he stuffed the pillow back into my arms and skillfully got into the kotatsu, and said blankly: "Are you busy?"

He sighed: "You hung up on me, how could I not come back and have a look."

I felt a little guilty: "Did I delay your work?"

He smiled easily: "No, don't worry."

This sentence is the truth.

So my heart sank.

"In other words, you can still go home." I hugged the pillow tightly and said calmly, "The reason why you haven't come back for so long is because you don't want to come back."

He raised his hand and touched my head. The gentle expression on his face was perfect: "That's not the case. You think too much."

...This sentence is a lie.

After knowing him for so many years, I can at least tell whether his emotions are real or fake.

"I know." I felt cold all over, lowered my eyes, and spoke with difficulty, "Give me a week, and I will move out."

"……what?"

"You're not the only one who can tell that the other person is acting." I curled my lips, thinking that the calm smile I wanted to show must be too fake to look at, "When are you going to treat me too?" You lied. When did our relationship become so fake... You don’t have to be like this. If you don’t want to see me anymore, just say so and I will leave.”

I have been suspicious for a long time, whether he is really busy or avoiding me during such a long period of time.

It should be said that my intuition is telling me that something is wrong and he is avoiding me.

I didn't have a conflict with him. Logically speaking, the possibility of this situation should be 0.

But now it seems that the things I have been suppressing and fearing in my heart for this period of time are actually reality.

My intuition didn't lie to me...

Fortunately, I have been working with drones in my free time since I was a child, taking photos and videos in exchange for money. Over time, I have saved a lot of savings. At least I can survive by renting a house outside, and I will not be miserable. Go and sleep in the open air.

Fortunately, I just cried, and my eyes are still very dry now, so the tears won't come out so quickly.

If the relationship, no matter how close or familiar it is, must remain in the past... I don't want him to see me in such a mess right now.

"Thank you for taking care of me over the years. I can't repay the kindness of raising you. If you need me, just let me know... I'm sorry about this. I won't hang up on you again." He got out of the furnace and stood up, "Then I'll go to bed first. Good night, dad... Mr. Amuro."

"Ruri, wait a minute." He grabbed my hand eagerly, his gentle drooping eyes filled with complex emotions that I couldn't understand.

"You can't move out, at least not before the organization is destroyed. If you let the organization know that you are no longer under my protection, they will attack you who know the truth and are an outsider..." He seemed to be unable to maintain his perfect expression. After going down, he took a deep breath and covered his face with his other hand, seeming a little frustrated, "I...I'm sorry, it's my fault, don't show such an expression..."

...You should not show such an expression.

I slowly blinked my uncomfortable eyes, feeling that his hand holding mine was a little hot.

I never thought that he still has such a side... He is no longer the one who seems to have everything under his control and is at ease.

What kind of expression did I show...

I raised my free hand and touched his forehead.

As expected, I felt an abnormally high temperature from the palm of my hand.

"You have a fever." I said.

"No..." His voice was very soft.

"You have a fever! Don't you know it?" I started to feel angry, and my tone became tougher. "You don't have to work tonight, right? Then lie down on the bed, and I'll get you a thermometer, ice cubes and Fever-reducing medicine.”

He was silent for a while and said "yes" obediently.

I wrapped the ice cubes in a towel and pushed open the door to his room. I saw him sitting on the bed holding up the thermometer and trying to shake it off. When he saw me coming in, he put his raised hand back on the quilt as if nothing had happened.

I narrowed my eyes: "Sir, could you please shake the thermometer and your body temperature will drop as well?"

He put on an innocent look like he didn't know what I was talking about.

...It’s exactly the same as the textbook innocent look when he taught me to pretend to be innocent.

I said "tsk", took two steps forward, and took the thermometer in his hand.

The number pointed by the mercury bar is almost the same as the bold red "40", which is shocking.

If I had been burned like this, I would probably have been so uncomfortable that I would just hold the person in a daze and cry, and he would still be like a normal person. If I hadn't noticed something wrong with his body temperature when he held my hand, I It can all be hidden from him.

Is this still a person?

"Lie down! Recuperate well! Don't act like a monster again until you recover!" I pushed him down on the bed arrogantly, angrily pressed the towel wrapped in ice cubes on his head and told him to hold it, and then She covered him with the quilt, "Is the quilt enough? Do you want an extra bed? If you feel cold, tell me!"

He smiled and said softly: "Oh, it seems like this is the first time that Xiao Ruri is so angry with me."

"Yeah, I haven't been this angry for a long time." I said expressionlessly, "I feel it's fresh too, I have to savor it carefully."

He looked at the ceiling blankly for a moment, then sighed: "What happened this time is my fault... Xiao Ruri... do you have someone you like?"

I was taken aback.

This sudden topic of pink love caught me off guard.

"Yes." I sat on the chair in front of his desk and said calmly, "So, you don't come back because you have someone you like?"

He paused for a moment and answered me softly: "Yeah... I guess."

?The promised lover is this country, and the plot hasn't even developed to your bourbon chapter yet, you OOC weirdo!

So the reason why he doesn't go home is because, since he has someone he likes, his extremely high sense of morality makes it impossible for him to maintain a relationship with me. On the surface, we are an adoptive father and daughter. In fact, there is no father-daughter relationship between us at all. , is there a strange cohabitation relationship?

Just like those single men and women who share a house with the opposite sex. If one of them falls in love with someone else, he must move out to avoid suspicion?

That's understandable...

I thought bitterly.

I really want to know what kind of person a guy like him would fall in love with.

He's probably a very good person...

"Well, anyway." With zero love experience, I forced myself to ignore the discomfort and sourness in my heart, and began to analyze it randomly for him, "When you overthrow the organization, it should be this year anyway - by then, you By restoring my true identity, I can also live without your wings. I don’t have to stand between you two as your nominal adopted daughter and act as a lightbulb in your eyes. Wait until then, and it would be better for you to pursue that person seriously. Right? Well...even if it’s for the other party’s safety?”

He bent his head slightly, looked at me in surprise, then turned back to think for a moment, and asked, "Do you think I should pursue him?"

I looked at him strangely: "Isn't it natural to chase someone you like...Are you not going to chase him? Why? Do you have anything to hide?"

He coughed lightly: "Maybe if I get together with that person, it will make both of us have a bad reputation? Maybe it will be so serious that no one is willing to bless it..."

What the hell, reputation?

But why would his reputation be ruined... Could it be that he likes a man?

Is it Zhu Fu Jingguang!Or Kazami Yuya! ?It can’t be Akai Shuichi! !

It's a young tame dye!It’s still heaven!They are still rivals who love and kill each other! !

I suddenly care so much!

but……

"Are you crazy? Compared with such illusory things as fame, isn't it more important to be happy with the person you like! - As long as it doesn't break the law!" I slammed the table with momentum, "You are the protagonist, Why should you care about the opinions of passers-by? Besides, no one is willing to bless you! No matter who you want to be with, as long as that is the person you really like, I will be the first to bless you!"

Woo hoo hoo, it’s me who’s burned out, why should I assist him...

But he looks so sick and lost, so pitiful, I can’t help but feel sorry for him...

Compared with my feeling of liking him...of course it is more important that he be happy.

Toru Amuro was stunned for a long time before he laughed inexplicably.

"Ah, you're right." He suddenly said in a good mood, and began to change the subject abruptly, "Speaking of which, why were you crying just now? What happened? How did you hurt your knee? "

"...Your concern comes a little late." I was not surprised that he could notice all this and answered him dryly, "Because the washing machine at home broke, which caused me to fall and hurt my knee, so I cried accidentally."

"Poor little one...is the skin broken? Can I help you rub it?"

"You are so pathetic... Your fever hasn't gone away yet, aren't you afraid of burning out your brain? Stop being a monster and take good care of yourself."