Chapter 14:

Jet Black Mystery Flight (Expression)

Haibara was on top of him before he could so much as catch his breath. She'd been standing on the toilet seat and jumped on him in pure fury as soon as he'd walked in. His arms quickly reached to steady her as he fell backwards, his back hitting the door of the tiny cubicle and trapping them inside. Still out of breath and heaving from having his breath suddenly cut off, Amuro held Haibara's waist as her legs wrapped around his. He was so dazed he barely registered what she was screaming in his ear-

..what the HELL was-

..how could you not-

..they're here aren't they-

..why didn't you-

..Amuro I swear-

After a few moments of pure tension, Amuro rubbed Haibara's back gently, proceeding to calm her down, "Shh, little princess."

He was waiting for her to hit him or something, but she didnt, she simply rested her head on his shoulder. He realized she was shaking, her nails dug into his shoulders.

Amuro rubbed her back more affectionately, worry creasing his eyes. "Shiho-san.." he whispered, unsure how she should react at being called that, "nothing is going to happen to you while I'm here.. I've taken care of it."

She didn't seem to believe him.

"Who.. was it?"

He couldn't lie to her, not like this.. "..Vermouth."

Haibara started visibly shaking in Amuro's arms; he rubbed her back and whispered in her ear, "You don't have to be afraid, princess-"

"No-" she gasped, "That's not.. I'm-" then she shut her eyes in pain and shoved her face into his chest, a whimper escaping her lips.

Then he realized, "Shit. What happened?"

Haibara gripped his shirt tighter as tears welled up in her eyes, "The food.."

He frowned, then quickly opened the door and peaked outside before locking it behind him, "Conan's fine-"

Realization dawned on them both at the same time.

"The lollipop."

"Vermouth that vile-"

Haibara cut him off, "This is just.. temporary.. I'll need to wait it out.."

Amuro set her back on the toilet seat but a look of pure fear touched her face, "W-wait. Don't leave me.."

He didnt want to leave her, not at all, but he didnt think she'd want him in there when she-

"Take off my clothes."

He nearly choked on his own spit, "What?"

"Please," she whimpered, "everything hurts. Just help me out, I won't get angry-" a small scream pierced the air and Amuro immediately grabbed her, pulling her close.

"Muffle your screams in my shirt," he encouraged, brushing his fingers through her hair in a futile attempt at comfort.

"Rei-kun.." she whispered, then she proceeded to shimmy out of her jeans.

Oh god.

Haibara grabbed her shirt from behind and tried to pull it over her head, though her limbs hurt all over.

"Please, Rei-kun?" She whined in frustration, tears of pain welling up in her eyes.

Amuro grabbed her shirt and in one swift motion pulled it over her head.

Don't look don't look don't-

A scream pounded through his chest as Haibara wailed into him.

Amuro shut his eyes, rubbing her hair in an attempt to ease the pain.

Conan, despite the fact that the crew had dimmed out the lights and everyone was sleeping, had seen Haibara hide out in the bathroom and later grab Amuro and drag him in. He'd also seen what he'd done to the air hostess.. was everything alright? They've been in there for a while now..

Passing out was a gift when it came to the transformation, it did not always happen though, it didn't this time. Shiho had gotten off the toilet seat, and was now flush up against Amuro wearing nothing but her panties that were feeling incredibly painful and tight on her behind. Her breathing was heavy, but she was thankful the pain was slowly receding, her vision was clearing up and her mind was getting less and less foggy. Under other circumstances, she would have destroyed Amuro for being this close to her, but he'd done so under her orders; she couldn't really blame him. It didn't make this any less embarrassing though, especially because it was obvious he was also trying to hide his discomfort. One hand was holding her head, the other in his pocket for fear of touching her naked body.

Amuro was trying his might not to react to having a gorgeous woman flush up against him.

Shiho spoke first after a long awkward silence, "Thanks.." she was still out of breath, and the sound of her like that made Amuro's mind wander a bit too far.

He chuckled, "If I was a pervert, I'd be the one thanking you."

She smiled, "You are, though."

"If I was, having my hand in my pocket would be the last thing I'd do right now," he murmured in her ear and she almost shivered.

Shiho raised her hand, slowly and doubtfully, to his chest and started to rub her thumb back and forth gently. She could feel his chest through his thin shirt and Amuro sucked in a breath.

"Watch it," he hissed as his cheeks colored, "I've been teased enough for one day."

She reached up, her hot breath tickling his ear as she whispered, "Who says I'm just teasing you, Rei-kun?"

Shiho didn't know why she was doing this, it all started off as a joke, something to bide her time with. But why did everything have to be a joke with her? She was serious most of the time, yes, but that didn't mean she didn't occasionally want to be treated like a woman, not like a little child who couldn't even put makeup on.

Amuro's hand lifted and gripped her nude waist; she arched her back into him and he suddenly felt all the blood in his body rush elsewhere.

Dammit.

"Shiho", his voice wasn't angry, but he didn't sound happy either, just stern, "Stop it. You're not yourself."

At that, Shiho moved a few inches back, frowning at him, her eyes looked.. hurt. "Excuse me?"

"You're not being yourself-"

She chuckled without humor, "Are you kidding me? I'm more myself right now than I've ever been. What? Are you gonna tell me it's wrong for a 'little girl' to touch a man like this? Is this something Haibara wouldn't do? Because you know what," she snapped, "Haibara can't do anything. She's 8. I'm not. And if I'm stuck in a cubicle with a handsome man I sure as hell want him to treat me like a woman."

To say that Amuro was shocked would have been an understatement. He could barely go a day without certain ~activities~, he couldn't even imagine living like this permanently. And then for people to question your morals when you're back in your own form... Guilt rushed through his veins, and he felt truly sorry for her.. for Conan. The last thing he'd want would be for people to reserve themselves around him, if he was in her position, even as an adult.

Amuro stared in disbelief, processing her words. A pained expression touched his features and he whispered, "I didn't mean- I'm sorry.."

"Yeah," she said, averting her gaze and sliding as far back as she could from him, "Can you please find me something to wear? This will probably wear out in less than an hour since it took quite some time for the lollipop to take effect."

"Right," he whispered, still feeling doubtful, "...I'll be back."

Shiho covered her chest as Amuro turned around, his eyes anywhere but the woman in front of him. He breezed out the door and Haibara locked it behind him.

She sat on the closed toilet seat, her head in her hands, sighing.

Why was her life such a mess?

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