Missing You Clip
Yup. I actually am continuing this story. And to prove it, here's a clip for you all from the up and coming second chapter, One Man Short.
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“He still doesn’t remember his parents. And we just found a few more people he no longer recognizes. So you... you can see why we are concerned, Doctor,” explained Kogoro in a low voice.
Conan found his cheeks going red. He did remember his parents. Just incorrectly. He swore his mother was thin and had light colored hair and that his father was a writer. But those facts contradicted those that Ran and Kogoro had been informed. His father was a businessman and his mother was dark haired and fat. Fumiyo Edogawa- the name meant nothing to Conan. But he couldn’t remember his mother’s name anyway so it might as well have been her.
“Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” said Doctor Gray. He pulled out a few slips of paper- handed one to Kogoro and the other to Conan. On it was a list of questions- Conan stared at it suspiciously.
“Now, to properly gauge the extent of his memory loss, I’d like you all to fill out this list of questions. Mr. Mori- if you and your daughter could consult each other on the answers in the other room,” He opened the examination room’s door for them. “That would be great. Conan will stay here with me, and try to answer the questions as well. Once you’re done, we’ll compare the results.”
Without question, Kogoro took the clipboard, sheet of paper, and pen into the other room. Ran followed reluctantly behind him. She cast one last sympathetic glance Conan’s way before closing the door behind her.
“Go ahead and fill out the form, Conan-kun. If you feel you can’t answer one, don’t worry about leaving it blank. It isn’t an exam. We just want to see how you’re doing, alright?”
But despite the Doctor’s kind words, Conan couldn’t help but feel nervous. He scanned the list of questions written in simple hiragana and katakana uneasily, his heart jammed up his throat... pulsating. He felt rather sick.
Calm down, Conan, he told himself. Just take them one at a time. You’ve answered questions harder than this... I think.
Taking a few deep calming breaths, Conan focused on the first question. What’s your full name? Well that was easy.
Edogawa Conan.
Next question, how old are you? Thank goodness.
18... Conan erased the extra digit. What compelled him to do that?
What are your hobbies?
He should know this. He should. Well, Ran brought him a lot of detective fiction books while he was in the hospital to pass the time, even though he had been much more interested in watching the television. Maybe he should write that down.
Reading.
It looked rather pathetic sitting there by himself. So Conan hastily added next to it,
Playing with my friends.
There. At least he sort of answered the question.
What are your favorite foods? What is your favorite color? When is your birthday?
Conan labored through the last several questions. A lot of it he could only suppose. Some of it he had come to realize through the Detective Boys or Ran. But none of it were answers he came up with on his own. All of these he had asked before and accepted the answers of. These should be his opinion... but he had long since forgotten what his opinion was.
Are you happy?
Unfortunately, Conan knew this one. A lump formed in his chest as he playfully spelled out the English letters.
No. I not.
-Missing You (Chpt 2)
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“He still doesn’t remember his parents. And we just found a few more people he no longer recognizes. So you... you can see why we are concerned, Doctor,” explained Kogoro in a low voice.
Conan found his cheeks going red. He did remember his parents. Just incorrectly. He swore his mother was thin and had light colored hair and that his father was a writer. But those facts contradicted those that Ran and Kogoro had been informed. His father was a businessman and his mother was dark haired and fat. Fumiyo Edogawa- the name meant nothing to Conan. But he couldn’t remember his mother’s name anyway so it might as well have been her.
“Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” said Doctor Gray. He pulled out a few slips of paper- handed one to Kogoro and the other to Conan. On it was a list of questions- Conan stared at it suspiciously.
“Now, to properly gauge the extent of his memory loss, I’d like you all to fill out this list of questions. Mr. Mori- if you and your daughter could consult each other on the answers in the other room,” He opened the examination room’s door for them. “That would be great. Conan will stay here with me, and try to answer the questions as well. Once you’re done, we’ll compare the results.”
Without question, Kogoro took the clipboard, sheet of paper, and pen into the other room. Ran followed reluctantly behind him. She cast one last sympathetic glance Conan’s way before closing the door behind her.
“Go ahead and fill out the form, Conan-kun. If you feel you can’t answer one, don’t worry about leaving it blank. It isn’t an exam. We just want to see how you’re doing, alright?”
But despite the Doctor’s kind words, Conan couldn’t help but feel nervous. He scanned the list of questions written in simple hiragana and katakana uneasily, his heart jammed up his throat... pulsating. He felt rather sick.
Calm down, Conan, he told himself. Just take them one at a time. You’ve answered questions harder than this... I think.
Taking a few deep calming breaths, Conan focused on the first question. What’s your full name? Well that was easy.
Edogawa Conan.
Next question, how old are you? Thank goodness.
18... Conan erased the extra digit. What compelled him to do that?
What are your hobbies?
He should know this. He should. Well, Ran brought him a lot of detective fiction books while he was in the hospital to pass the time, even though he had been much more interested in watching the television. Maybe he should write that down.
Reading.
It looked rather pathetic sitting there by himself. So Conan hastily added next to it,
Playing with my friends.
There. At least he sort of answered the question.
What are your favorite foods? What is your favorite color? When is your birthday?
Conan labored through the last several questions. A lot of it he could only suppose. Some of it he had come to realize through the Detective Boys or Ran. But none of it were answers he came up with on his own. All of these he had asked before and accepted the answers of. These should be his opinion... but he had long since forgotten what his opinion was.
Are you happy?
Unfortunately, Conan knew this one. A lump formed in his chest as he playfully spelled out the English letters.
No. I not.
-Missing You (Chpt 2)