Kogoro's Discipline by Hrtofdrkns

Disclaimer: I don't own DC/CC.

Warning: Dark, short, and violent.

Kogoro stared at the wall, his gaze enough to burn a hole in it.

It had been a terrible day. Ran had tricked him into meeting with his ex-wife at a small cafe. She should have known what would happen. Ten minutes of screaming that ended in food and broken glass and chairs everywhere, all of which he had been forced to pay for.

God damn women lawyers.

Ran had gone to attempt to calm her mother while he went home. It was getting dark now and Kogoro sat surrounded by empty beer cans. He was completely alone.

Except for the brat.

God damn brat. He just sat there, watching t.v. without a care in the world.

"Hey brat," Kogoro slurred. "Go get me some more beer."

Conan blinked at him before standing and going to the refregerator. Kogoro didn't like the look he gave him.

"Sorry, we're out." Conan called from the kitchen.

The detective's temper started to rise.

"Then go and buy some damn it!"

"But I'm only six. I can't buy beer."

What the hell? He had let the little son of a bitch into his home, and this was how he thanked him? It was time the brat got what was coming to him.

Conan closed the refregerator door and started to turn before he was lifted violently by the back of his shirt.

"Brat, I'll teach you to do as you're told!"

Conan didn't struggle. He knew it would just make the drunken man angrier. He really wished he had his wrist watch with him right now, but it was being repaired by Prof agasa.

Kogoro carried him over to the desk and swept his arm over it, knocking off pictures, beer cans, and piles of paper. He set Conan on his feet and ordered him to strip. Terrified, he did as he was commanded while Kogoro took off his belt. He picked up the small boy and placed him face down on the desk before striking him with the belt as hard as he could.

Conan screamed in pain and horror. As more blows rained down on his naked body, the heavy belt buckle cut into his skin. The pain was intense. All he could do was lay still and accept it, for he was sure if he moved he would be killed.

It wasn't like this with Ran. When Ran punished him he felt safe. It hurt, but it also felt warm and loving. And afterwards she would hold and comfort him. He had a feeling Kogoro wouldn't.

Conan's screams stopped as his voice gave out. He was praying to every god in every religion he knew of to let him pass out.

He no longer felt the individual blows, instead it felt like he was being burned alive.

Kogoro kept going. He could no longer see Conan. He saw Eri and everone else he hated. He was beating them all, punishing them for all their crimes against him. And they would pay. They would all pay.

Conan just wanted it to end. His prayers changed to pleas for death, anything to stop the pain.

Nearly twenty minutes later the belt dropped from Kogoro's hand as he fell to the floor, exhausted. He felt proud. He had shown them all. He was Kogoro Mouri damn it. He was the greatest detective in the world. He was someone to be respected.

Conan slowly crawled to the edge of the desk and rolled off. Eventually he was able to stand and painfully make his way to Ran's room.

It didn't matter right now that he was actually 17. He wanted his Ran nee-chan. For now he would have to be content with laying in her bed, and burying his face in her pillow, trying to find a trace of her scent.

To be continued.

Yes, Kogoro's train of thought doesn't make sense. Keep in mind that he is drunk and angry, and Conan is a convenient target.