Heya, sorry for keeping you waiting! I started this chapter in April 2015… and here we are in March 2016. And I first started writing it in July 2013. I am kind of very very VERY slow.

Anyways, here's a continuation of this sappy fic! I still have lots more planned, muahaha. Stay tuned.

Ran wasn't sure she understood Conan-kun anymore.

Ran knew that Conan-kun has always been a sensitive, intelligent and independent child. Ever since he became a part of their family at age six, she realised he was mature for his age. She knew he loved to read mystery novels and play soccer with his friends. Even a decade ago he certainly had far more patience than his peers, and when dealing with criminals he would act calm and collected even in the face of what seemed to be certain death. She couldn't help but notice how strongly he felt about her, and for her the sibling-bond between them was palpable. Whenever she was in danger, it always seemed to be little Conan-kun who saved her.

And it was Conan-kun supported her during her darkest hours. Whenever she felt depressed (usually about Shinichi) he was there for her. When she heard of Shinichi's death, it was Conan-kun who held her as she cried. She could tell he was crying inside, too. He was always supportive of her relationship with Shinichi, through the thick and thin. After all the two of them had been through, she thought she understood Edogawa Conan-kun.

Now she wasn't sure anymore.

Why was Conan-kun claiming to be Shinichi? If this was his idea of cheering her up, it was certainly a strange way to go about it. The adolescent years are a time in which kids experiment with different personas. Perhaps he was just being a teenager?

Either way, Ran thought Conan-kun of all people would understand this joke was in bad taste.

Because Shinichi was dead, right?

Somewhere deep down, Ran felt old suspicions begin to tug at her again...

"Well, hello there."

Haibara opened the door, still dressed in her pajamas. It was a Saturday morning and she had no classes, after all.

After all that happened yesterday at school, she wasn't entirely surprised by the sight of Kudou-kun and Mouri-san on her doorstep. Neither of them looked comfortable in the other's presence.

"Haibara," Kudou-kun spoke. "I need you to tell us what happened during the last decade."

Well, this is certainly an interesting start to the weekend…

Haibara sighed. "Something really did happen yesterday, didn't it?"

"Yesterday?" Mouri-san quavered, realising that there was a subtext here she wasn't reading. "Last decade? What's going on?"

Haibara led the pair into Agasa's living room. "You seemed rather confused yesterday at school. Does this have anything to do with that?"

"Yeah." Kudou-kun spoke solemnly, ruffling his hair in frustration. "I still have no memory of what's happened over the last ten years."

"What?" Mouri-san interjected timidly.

"What's the last thing you remember?"

Kudou-kun paused, remembering the string of events. He glanced in Ran's direction before regaining his composure. "I remember getting a call from you about a temporary antidote that you wanted to test out. Something about it being as good a time as ever to take it, seeing as I had a cold.

"I ran here, listened to you lecture me for a bit and then took it." Kudou-kun paused again. "When I woke up, ten years had passed. Sure beats me how that's even possible. Well, it's not really any more farfetched than, uh, shrinking, I guess."

Mouri-san's face went pale as a ghost. Haibara noticed her mouthing the words 'antidote' and 'shrinking'.

No memory of the last ten years, Haibara thought. What is going on?

"What was the serial number on the capsule you took?"

"05-01."

"… That was indeed one I produced when we were in first grade. If I remember correctly, it worked as planned, and you met Mouri-san and even ran into a murder along the way. So, nothing out of the ordinary. Do you remember anything else about-"

"Would someone please tell me what's going on?!" Mouri-san interrupted desperately.

"I know it's not fair, Haibara, but I can't tell her the truth after all that's happened."

"Kudo-kun, what happened to you?!" Haibara screamed. She wondered why she was so angry, but kept going anyway, her sense of loyalty to Mouri-san crushing her own aching heart. Choking back a sob, she continued. "You fought so hard for this, are you planning to keep her in the dark for the rest of your life?"

This is all wrong...

She glanced at the weary boy. His eyes reflected none of the warmth and vibrancy she was so accustomed to seeing from him.

"I'm already dead to her."

This is all wrong...

This was finally a chance to make things right.

She was going to take it. With some luck, he would too.

Haibara glanced tentatively at Kudou-kun, who gave her a short, solemn nod.

"Mouri-san, Edogawa-kun is Kudou-kun."