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At Night by Hrtofdrkns

Disclaimer: I don't own DC/CC.

Silently, I make my way down the hall. It's not exactly a life or death situation, but I'd rather he not know I do this. I slowly open the door, careful not to make a sound. A few minutes pass before my eyes adjust to the darkness. Now I see him. Slowly, I make my way to the sleeping form. I freeze when a floorboard creaks, expecting him to wake up. Several minutes pass before I am confident enough to start moving again. Finally reaching my destination, I sit down.

Conan's just so adorable, even moreso when he sleeps. I often do this, sneak in to his room at night, just to watch him sleep and marvel at this wonderful little presence in my life. He shifts, kicking his covers off. I smile and tuck him in again. I never really noticed until now how small he is. But I like him that way. I like being able to hold him in my arms and cuddle him. He's like a little angel sent from heaven just for me. One to help me deal with my pain over Shinichi's absence.

No, Conan and I are more then that. This isn't a one-sided deal. I help Conan as much as I can with his problems too. And Conan does have problems. I've felt it. I'm not psychic or anything, but I've sensed a saddness behind those blue eyes of his. It's a saddness that no one, expecially a child, should have too feel. I don't want to think about what may have caused it, and I won't pry. He can tell me what it is when he's ready. Until then I'll be here, giving him warmth and love. I'll be here when he has a nightmare, when he's feeling scared or upset or alone. Whenever he needs his nee-chan.

Before Conan I didn't know I could feel this way about someone. It's the pride I feel every time he brings home his report cards (straight A's, of course). It's the joy I felt when I saw Ayumi kiss him. It's the anger I feel whenever dad bops Conan on the head. It's the special happiness I feel when he calls me his Ran nee-chan.

The sun is coming up. Soon both of us will need to get ready for school. Before I leave for my room, I bury my nose in his hair for a little bit. It smells of Conan and shampoo. Part of me hopes his parents never come to get him. I know it's selfish to think that, and unfair to Conan, but I can't help it. I love my little brother.

My precious little Conan. Your nee-chan loves you. And she always will.