Truth Revealed [Detective Conan](ON HOLD)

Chapter 5

Author POV

"So who was that," I asked, as Dr. Agasa hung up.

"It was Ran," Agasa replied. "She said that they got hungry, so they went to get something to eat, and when they returned, Shinichi was gone."

The room was silent. I found my backpack at my bedside. It WAS here, after all, in plain sight. How did I not see it? Poking out of one of the pockets was my binder and the graphic novel version of Adventure of the Dancing Men.

I lifted it up and waved it in the air. "Here it is guys!"

I flipped through the pages. I doggy-eared all the pages with codes or translations on them. "The only problem is that I cannot remember how to read in English, and my book is in English, as well as the code. I suppose I could just video chat with Sakura.

I grabbed my laptop and opened up a video chat. "It doesn't look like they're available," Heiji noted.

I rolled my eyes. "No, really; you think?"

I shuddered. "The only thing left to do is video chat…with my sister."

"What's so bad about that?"

"My Neechan isn't supposed to know about this adventure!"

"Why?"

I blushed. "Well, if she knew, she'd be nagging me for Kaito's autograph. And she doesn't tell me what she's thinking about, so it's only fair."

"Do you honestly need to know that," Heiji questioned, sarcastically.

I opened a video chat tab with Neechan. To my ultimate despise, she was available. "Imouto," she shrieked.

My subtitles were still on, so I understood what she was saying. She couldn't understand what I was trying to say, making this one-way conversation very challenging.

She said some things in English.

"Oi, Neechan, you're speaking too fast. Slow down, please."

She fumbled around, and apparently found out how to turn on subtitles. "Ah, that's clever, Imouto; deciding to pull up a cartoon instead of you. And the Japanese bit…how hilarious. Just tell me: where are you? The whole family has been worried half to death."

"This isn't just some cartoon. This'll sound really out-there, but I invented a machine that sends me into TV shows. I'm in a Japanese anime right now. When I enter a show, I can only speak, read, and write in the language corresponding to the show."

She thought a bit. I shouldn't go into details, but one here's one way to describe her: she was very FEMININE. Kaito saw this, and instantly got his flirt on.

"Hello, I don't think we've been introduced." A rose appeared in his hands.

Neechan placed her hands on her cheeks, and with her eyes closed, squealed. "Ohmygod, Imouto, you walked into Magic Kaito 1412! You must give me Kaito's autograph!"

Megure and I exchanged glances.

Kogorou butted in, again. "How could you two be SISTERS? I mean," he exclaimed, gesturing to Neechan. "She's so masculine and beautiful; while you're…" he stared at me. "How are you even a woman?"

I gritted my teeth and pulled off my hat. Golden brown locks fell onto my shoulders. "There's more, but don't even make me go there."

"This discussion is getting awkward," Sonoko frowned.

"As if it wasn't awkward to begin with," came an irritated voice from my laptop. "Anyways, something tells me you didn't just pull up a video chat just to make amends. What do you want?"