Just Your Average Day at the Agasa Residence., What is his life like?

(( OOC: Perhaps Haibara should be in this x3?? Conan too!! ))

A huge house stands, beautiful, greatful, gate around it and trees giving it beauty. It's silent, peaceful, there is nothing around it to give the house a dark perspective. Wings flapping, a bird flies by, others singing their songs. It's early in the morning, well, not terribly early. The sun was still rising giving the old house's windows a gleam, rays shining softly onto the grass and nearby trees as well as the gates.

Inside the house was warm, it smelled of coffee, flowers, and a smell that one cannot describe, that not one being can smell, the smell, the sense if safety. The man who lived there was peaceful, a kind, giving man with a heart of gold. He would give and ask nothing in return, not even an ear to talk to. He opened his heart to several people in his life, from a young girl who feared dogs, to a beautiful young chemist. The man would take his younger friends on fishing and camping trips to give them the great feeling of a vacation while they hardly traveled far.

The kitchen/dining room was clean, a small TV in a shelf playing orchestra aired giving a soft, glorious, intellegent glimpse to the room.

Books here, book there, a few books everywhere. That was another sign of the one living there being smart.

Coffee being poured, someone awake? No, 5:30am? Most people like to sleep in, I guess this resident does not.

The person had put the pot down and began moving slowly to the table. His slippers shuffled against the hard floor, a large figure, the man.

Agasa Hiroshi sat down at the table with coffee and put the coffee quietly on the table. He took a deep breath and opened a newspaper.

Reading it and sipping coffee, the 52 year old man smilied. Mornings, morning were one of the best times for him. He could never stay up really late because of his age (though we all know 52 is not old), so mornings were his kind of time. He could see the sunrise, hear the birds call their morning songs, and most of all, think about his newest invention or trip he would do for Conan.

Oh, mornings were very fun for him.

He began to think, deeply, "What day is it?" He asked himself gazing around the room now for a calender.

He stood up and put the paper down and began to move around looking for one. He had one somewhere, though he just walked past it. He stopped and scratched his head in puzzlement, it was here yesterday...He was sure of it! He turned around, looking at a guess it would be at. Nope, not there...Where then...He shuffled more around the dining room. He found it, where it always was, "I would lose my head if it was not attached." He whispered to himself as he scanned the calander looking for the previous day to check his date.

"June 28." it read, in a large black font.

He rolled the date around in his head, somthing was that day...He peered at the actual day, Saturday..."The Camping trip!" He said loudly.

Oh, camping trips, what a grand day. He loved them, the nature the out door freshness of them all. The great get away from the confinds of his house. Nature was somthing he liked, the great get away. He also liked Conan's friends, so cute and happy, they slightly reminded them of him when he was a kid. Though he did not go on silly adventures...or actually track down a killer and help put him in jail...

The man then moved back to the table, sat back down, opened the paper, and began to read and drink the coffee again.

Haibara hadn't been up to greet the older man with a 'good morning' or something similiar. Up in the sense that she hadn't been upstairs where he was located. No, she had been in the basement, working. The girl had been there for, nearly, all night, having only left a couple times to take care of business and get a drink of water. She couldn't be bothered to go say something to the man, being too indulged in her work. Of course, that didn't mean he couldn't give a knock on the door, and give her a 'good morning'.

What was she working on? The cure. It wasn't something that could be accomplished with a few mere days, and even a year didn't seem like enough time. Not, exactly, a lot of information on the drug was available to her, and it didn't help that a certain detective wanted it rather badly. No, his want for it wouldn't make her work a little harder, or go a little faster. This was just a project that would be for someone else's benefit, and provide her with a small sense of self satisfaction. She didn't really need that little sense of self satisfaction.

The shrunken one listened to the sound of her constant typing on the keyboard, keeping track of each character being entered onto the document. A few slip-ups here and there, but they weren't big enoguh to make her wonder what she had meant to type. The young scientist had come to lose track of how many pages worth her little document held, but that wasn't something she needed to know. What she needed to know was whether it held the information she needed, and if it was correct, a few parts having been based purely upon memory. This would, certainly, be hard work for even the smartest of people. Not many knew much of APTX 4869, and that proved to be a difficulty, of sorts.

A glance at the clock, and Haibara sighed. She assumed it would be a good time to change out of her pajamas. The young girl left the computer as it was, not bothering to save her work as she assumed changing wouldn't take too long. Hopefully, no one would go down, and mess with it, anyway. It would wait, patiently, for the child to return, and resume her work.

The strawberry blonde travelled up the steps, giving a small yawn as she arrived at the door. A click, and it opened, allowing her passageway to the main level of the house. A weary look around, and a certain scent would reach her nose. Coffee. The girl surmised the professor was up, but thought it best to give her current attire a change, before giving an appearance. She, soon, ventured off to accomplish the task, about to become ready to greet the other resident of the lovely house.

Not much later, she entered the kitchen, dressed in her usual wear of a no sleeve, turtleneck like, dark red shirt and tan shorts, along with the pretty much required pair of slippers. Her gaze settled upon the benign professor with the newspaper open. A, slightly, uninterested look crossed her face, before she spoke.

"Good morning, Agasa-hakase," her voice carried a dull tone with it.

It might have just been her pulling an all-nighter that caused her to sound so disinterested, and bored. The girl took no notice of it, though, as she walked past him to get a small glass of juice. It seemed more flavorful than water, at the moment, and flavor sounded good, at the moment. Another small yawn and she proceeded to go through with her action.

The man turned around, placing the newspaper onto the table. He took a sip of coffee and stood up to bring a greeting to his, 'wife' as Kogoro had refered to Haibara Ai as.

He moved over to her with a happy smile on his face. So far the morning had been good, as previously been, waking up to see the birds and sun was one of his favoured things to do.

"Good Morning Ai-kun." The Hakase said, happy for her to be up.

He did look at her...did she know they were going camping? She would have to help pack, help him remember the tent, Prepare food to have, and most of all, come with him and the Shonen Tantei to this camping trip.

He smiled at her, trying to give her a bit of happiness to her morning before springing this trip on her. He told her days before but for all he knew she could have kept it cramed in the back of her head, not thinking of it for a bit. To him, that would not be the case and he would tell her and she would go take a nap for a few hours and then help him pack till the children came to camp.

"Ai-kun?" He asked the smaller scientist as he to decided to take some juice.

Taking the carton out, Haibara set it upon the table, before continuing on to grabbing herself a cup to hold the liquid in. The young girl did this all remaining expressionless, not feeling much of anything at the moment. Early morning wasn't the best time for her, really. At least, not after she'd been working for hours upon hours prior to her little break from the computer. It seemed a boring thing to do, but Haibara didn't feel that way about it.

She heard him speak, and looked at him as she held the cup in her hand. An inquiring look set upon her face.

"What is it?" she asked, standing there.

Her mind wandered through the many possibilities of what he was going to say. Something involving Kudo-kun? He had stayed the night, but she didn't think there was anything to say about the detective, currently. Something concerning the Shounen Tantei? It wouldn't interest her too much, but if it was something important... There were so many thought going through her mind that she had nearly forgotten about pouring herself some juice.

(OOC: Er, yeah. Person playing Conan says he slept over at Agasa's place so keep note of that. :3)

Agasa smiled, putting his hand behind his head and frantically said, "Today is the day for the camping trip with the Shonen Tantei."

Did she remember? Was he a day late? No, Conan had spent the night, he had asked him to. He would be able to help Him and Ai later, preparing wise.

He took the carton of juice from where she was, removed a cup from the above shelf, and poured himself some juice. He placed it back on the counter. He smiled at her, hoping she would remember about the whole thing.

She probably needed sleep, a lot of sleep. She was up all night, he assumed she would be tired, "Ai-kun? Perhaps, you should get some sleep before we leave this afternoon, we'll be gone till monday evening."

He smiled, giving her some room, stepping back a meter to give her the room she would need to pour juice and perhaps respond calmly enough.

He drank more juice and placed the glass on the table. The old inventor then folded up the newspaper and prepared to get a start on the day.

Conan tossed and turned in his sleep. The covers were clenched in hand, his eyes squinting, and sweat covered his forehead. He mumbled silent words of truth, then put on a smile of satisfaction, I know who did this! He smiled, now in his older body. In his dream he saw the men in black, staring Gin down, and soon, the cops arrived.

Conan’s smile widened as he felt the success of having his old body back. Soon was the arrest of the Organization, and then the newspapers printing his name once again and winning the Sleeping Kogoro’s front page.

The young detective was soon confused with what was now going in his dream. He was Conan again, and it seemed like a usual day in the Mouri Detective Agency, solving crimes with his usual disguise. His gadgets present, as though he never left.

Conan groaned as his eyes opened slowly and woke up to the sound of activity going on in the other room nearby. He stretched his arms yawning. His head turned to the desk and looked at the alarm clock, wondering how early he had woken up. He squinted to the amount of light that entered. Conan drew the covers up, over his head and closed his eyes once more, wishing to get the same dream. He laid on Haibara's bed, fully underneath the covers.

((OOC: *cough* Yes, Conan slept over Agasa's.))

This post has been edited by Edogawa Conan on Jul 15 2006, 09:06 PM

This post has been edited by Yuki Hitori on Jul 22 2006, 09:15 AM

The camping trip. Haibara stayed silent for a second or two, before looking at the older one. She really needed to work on remembering those things, even when other tasks beckoned her to complete them. More silence, and she'd sigh, softly. There went her juice, sleep sounded much better at this point.

"Yes, I should," Haibara set the cup down, "I'll hold off on the juice until I awake. Would you be so kind as to put the carton away? I'd imagine Edogawa-kun may join you soon enough..."

She blinked, before heading off to the basment. Oh, she needed to save her work, and turn the device off. It needed its rest, too. Haibara accomplished that little task, heading to the room. Of course, upon walking in, she stared at the bed.

There was a lump beneath the covers, and she suspected it to be the detective. Was he awake yet? Haibara shrugged, walking towards the bed. She stood there for a moment, before climbing onto the bed, and underneath the covers. A bit odd, yes. Then, she'd poke him, wondering if that was enoguh to make him wake up enough to hear her.

"Kudo-kun?" she turned to face him, deadpanning.

He did as he was asked, opening the fridge and returning the juice to one of the cold shelves.

He sighed, "Shinichi needs to wake up soon, he could help pack...hopefully the kids may come too, they can help me remember the tent."

Those many times a trip was ruined...How hard is it to forget a tent...?

"Ai-kun needs a break..." That was his intent of the trip, to get the stressed girl out of the basement and outside to take in some fresh air.

What was good, as she did remember the trip, and she would go. It gave him a smile, maybe she'll open up more aswell...

The older man worked around the kitchen, cleaning it up to prepare for the leave. They would not be home so he obviously should have it nice looking...He took some kitchen towels and collected them in his arms, then threw them into a hamper like place located somewhere else in the area. He replaced the towels with nice clean one that he removed from a drawer.

He washed a few dishes and dried them, then returned them to the shelves.

Conan was asleep, but his dream wasn’t a continuation of his last one. In fact, he didn’t have a dream this time, but still wore a smile as he repositioned himself. He was lying sideways now, with the pillow wrapped around both arms. Light blows of air escaped the detective’s mouth indicating that he was sleeping soundly.

He turned himself now fully flat on his back with the pillow out to the side now lying far from him. Once he felt the bed move a little Conan heaved a light groan. It didn’t bother him much. Rest was all he wanted now.

Conan’s eyes suddenly opened, feeling a bit surprised from the sudden poke, which followed with his name. This was quickly masked with a look of annoyance shot at the shrunken one. He sat up and began to rub his eyes. “Morning Haibara.” He said plainly, scooting himself to the edge of the bed, lying sideways again. His hands were folded underneath his pillow now.

From the corner of his eye, he observed Haibara to see if his action is what she wanted. He wasn’t fully awake which meant that his brain didn’t function completely yet. The detective closed his eyes again.

If Haibara were the age she really looked, she would have been giggling at the boy. That wasn't her, though, and she doubted that she had the ability to do even that. There was just that long stretch of silence, something she didn't mind too much. The girl opened her mouth to say something, again, but that was delayed by a 'morning, Haibara'.

"Good night, Kudo-kun," she replied, before adding on. "Would you mind scooting over some? You appear to be taking up most of the room."

She knew that wasn't the case, and she didn't want to sound like a jerk, but it was better than simply going 'get out of bed, please'. That just sounded too direct, and she doubted he would follow such a command. This was just a discreet way to get him out, or at least make him say he was going to get out of bed, or something. Either way, the girl moved over some, towards him.

Conan sat up, rubbed his eyes, and gave a yawn. “Morning Haibara.” He stated once more, now awake. He head her, he scoot over, though there wasn’t much more room to. He was already on the edge, one more push and he would be off.

“This good?” He asked in a yawn.

Shaking his head, he decided to get up. Reaching for his glasses he put them on involuntarily since it was important piece for his disguise.

“We’re doing something fun today. Aren’t you excited?” He asked playfully, removing the covers and hopping off the bed.

“Where’s the doc? Is he up yet?” Conan suddenly heard movement, knowing the answer already.

“You’re barely going to sleep…?” He asked glancing to the clock. “Not much time…we might leave soon and you wont get a full eight hours of sleep.”

She did this sometimes, no big surprise really. He sneakily made his way to the door, not wanting to disturb. “Night…” He whispered, closing the door.

The detective marched down the stairs to the kitchen.

“Morning Doctor.” The boy said, taking a seat as he watched him wash the dishes.

"Just fine," she said, watching him yawn.

Lying there, the light brown haired girl kept her eyes on the boy. Her focus landed on his glasses, observing the shrunken detective put his glasses on. She found it, a bit, funny how no one really had figured it out, yet. It seemed that the boy did a good job in keeping his cover. Hearing his words, she made her way back to the other side of the bed.

"Hm, fun, yes. I'm as excited as I'll ever be, Kudo-kun," she replied, in a bland tone of voice.

She pulled the covers up some more, about ready to try to go to sleep. Then, the brown haired boy's voice reached her ears, again. He really loved those questions, didn't he? She sighed, before moving on to answer him.

"Where else would he be? You'll find out," she answered. "I don't think I climbed into bed to do anything else. Getting a little sleep is better than not getting any."

Hearing nothing else, the girl proceeded to get into a more comfortable position. The door closing was a good sound, allowing her to know that any source of noise was gone, for now. Closing her eyes, she laid there, leaving herself to fall asleep.

Agasa Hiroshi heard the detective's greeting and slightly turned around, his hands partially in the sink due to the dishes that were there.

"Ah, Kudo-kun. Morning. I'll get the dishes sorted out, soon..." Agasa greeted him cheerily as he continued to wash. He knew, himself, that he wasn't great when it came to the dishes, but... he tries his best. At least try.

"Is Haibara-san tired today?" he asked, noting that her presence wasn't quite there. Oh, well... as if there was no emergency, anyway.

((Well, I'll go from the guy's last post. Oddish, but... I'll see if I can make him a bit better...))

Conan nodded his head at the call of his name, smiling at the doctor. Tilting his head slightly, he looked to the table, and then to the doctor. A few packed things it seemed to be on the table and to the side a backpack. “Heh, it’s only one night Agasa-hakase…” The boy mused as he yawned and stretched once more.

Haibara? Well no big surprise there. She should be tired since she barely went up the bed a short while ago. “I don’t know if she would want to come to the camping trip now, she is barely going to sleep.”

Glancing down at his watch, he read the time and then shrugged his shoulders slightly. “The gang will be here soon…” Glancing up to the ceiling he thought of the possibilities of her tagging along. It wasn’t likely that she will since walking was a must. “…listening to the guys go on about Masked Yaiba…” He continued the list in a light whisper.

((My first post in months... shhh))