seldom, we thought that another boy would make our life a little better again."
"Ah yes, well Conan, what do you think of that?"
Yusaku and Yukiko looked at each other.Did he recognize her or not?

Again from Conan's point of view:
"They both want to adopt me? Somehow they look familiar to me, but Joey said they were very famous people and they should have a lot in their pockets."
"Yes, gladly. It's nice here in the home, but a new family would be great." My voice sounded really childish.
"How can I find my voice childish when I am a child myself?"
"So, your name is Conan?" said the woman to me as we sat in the car.
"Yes!" I say. The man is as happy as a honey cake horse when he heard that I can join them today. Sounds like I'm a piece of furniture. Weird guys.
"Well, since we're Japanese like you, I think you should get a Japanese name too." explained the man, whose name was Yusaku, by the way. (As if we didn't know, Conan * fg *)
"How about Shinichi?" Yukiko suggests.
"Oh honey, I don't know if this is such a good idea.If anyone asks him, everyone will be amazed. After all, he is not entirely unknown here either.
"What are they talking about? Who is not completely unknown here? They don't mean me, do they?"
"Listen, we call you Shinichi, but you tell everyone else that your name is Conan, ok? Shinichi is something of a nickname for you then."
"Okay," I replied. In the meantime we had arrived "home". A huge house was ahead of us. Much bigger than the home.
"You will first get one of the guest rooms until we have prepared the other for you.
"Who does this room belong to?" I asked, pointing to a room that looked ready to move in but apparently was not occupied.
"That, anyway, belongs to our other son, but he doesn't live here. He lives in Japan and doesn't come here often. After we move it, you get it, okay?"
Madness. The room wasn't exactly small. That should be mine soon. Yukiko showed me the other rooms in the villa and soon afterwards I went to bed exhausted.That day was very exhausting for me.
The next day my new "mom" woke up, that's what I should call her. (Is your real one, too, you doze * g *).
"Come on, get up, Shinichi! You have to go to school today.
School? Oh yes, I go to school too. I have completely forgotten.
"Come on, Shini. Your father is waiting for breakfast." my mother repeats herself.
"Man, Shinichi is already a nickname, do they have to belittle it too? Really. What kind of name is that, Shinichi. Somehow I'm happier with the name Conan. Anyone can pronounce it."
I then also start moving. There was a Japanese-style breakfast, a rarity here in L.A.
"Shinichi, your father has to go away on business today, but I'll come to pick you up after school." Mom explains the daily routine to me.
"What is his job?" I ask.
"I'm a writer, son. I write detective novels." answers Yusaku."Come on, I'll drive you to school now. We have enrolled you in Gerund Primary School." she says and we get into the car, a white Benz.
Once there, Yukiko starts looking for my future class teacher. "Remember, everyone here is called Conan." she literally hisses in my ear. As if I couldn't remember it. After all, Conan is a beautiful name, more beautiful than Shinichi.
The doorbell rings at the first hour. My mother says goodbye to me and I go to the second grade class.
"Ah good morning, kids. This is your new classmate. His name is Conan. Please be nice to him, because he just moved here."
"Nice of my mother to pray the class teacher that she doesn't tell everyone that I'm coming from the home. Moving here sounds really better."
Everyone is now gathering around me and questioning me. But these little annoyances really want to know everything. How old I am, where I lived before and much more.Unfortunately, I didn't know everything, so I made up a bit.
"Well, dude uh seventy ... seven." "Strange, I was just about to say 17. But why?"
"Where do I live? Well at Kudo's" I say not without pride, because they are really very well known. Probably not with these children. Nobody could do anything with the name.
"Well, Conan, I didn't even know that you spoke English that well. I wanted to tell the children that you might not understand them because you come from Japan, but I can see that it will work out well."
"Uh, I, my father taught me." I said hastily. I didn't even know before that I could speak English. But I couldn't really say that. So Yusaku has to serve.

Meanwhile at home with Conan: (different point of view)
"Honey, something very important just occurred to me."
"What?"
"We haven't told anyone where Shinichi is. I'm sure they'll be looking for him."
"You are right about that. I will inform Professor Agasa in a moment." answers the crime writer."Tut, Tuuuut, yes hello, Agasa here?"
"Hello Hiroschi, old friend."
"Yusaku, but why are you calling? I still have to tell you something, something terrible has happened. It's about Shinichi. He ..."
"He's gone, right?"
"Yes, but where from ..."
"Now don't pester the poor professor so much, Yusaku." Yukiko reprimanded her husband.
"Yes, yes. Greetings from Yukiko. Argh, yes, I'll tell him."
Apparently Yukiko had kicked him properly on the foot.
"All right. It's like ...
"Yes I'm listening?"
"Well, Shinichi, he's here."
"What? It can't be, he was in this burning hut and then he was gone and ..."
"He's here, but he's still Conan. Unfortunately he lost his memory through something and only remembers the fact that his name was Conan."
"That's terrible. And where is he now?"
"With us. We saw and adopted him by chance in a home. But, Agasa and now listen carefully, I don't want him to know anything about his past.Not even that he's Shinichi. Here he is safe. Just tell Ran that Conan is with his parents now, okay? Well then do it well, say hello to my house for me. "Yusaku said jokingly.
"Yes, what about the house? Do you want me to keep it in good condition or do you want to sell it?" asks Agasa.
"If you don't mind, we'd like to keep it for a while longer. Would that work?"
"Of course, Sayonara, Yusaku."
"Sayonara."

When the phone call was over, Agasa had to sit down first. Ai came in and sat with him.
"I heard it was about Shinichi. Anything new ...?" she asked.
The professor thought for a while before answering her. He wasn't quite sure what to answer. Then he chose the truth.
"She's worried about him all along, and she has a right to know." he thought resolutely.
"Shiho, listen carefully now. Shinichi is fine. He's in America.""In America?" she asked. "How did he get there?"
"His parents said that he must have come by ship, right after the fire. Unfortunately, he probably lost his memory and he can't remember anything but the name Conan."
"That's terrible." Ai repeated the professor's words. "But if he's with his parents, they can tell him again, right?"
"That's the problem. They refuse because otherwise he would be putting himself in danger again. They didn't even tell him that he was their real son, because they got him out of the home with the help of an adoption. Officially." he is now called Conan Kudo. "
Shiho has turned very pale. "And I thought my parents were cruel just because they didn't tell me who they work for. But to hide your true identity from you ... No."
"You do exactly the same with Shinichi as he does with Ran. That's why I think we should tell her, it has been kept silent about it for too long.Shinichi is abroad at the moment, nothing can happen to him, "Shiho said with determination.
"Uh, I, we haven't even contacted Heiji. I want to do that right away." the professor tries to distract from the topic.
The student detective from Osaka took the matter much more calmly than Ai, but he too believed that Ran should be told the truth.
"I'll take the next train to Tokyo tomorrow. See you then." he shouted into the phone.

(Conan's point of view)
I'm back home now. The school is much shorter in the States than in Japan. Wait a minute, how do I know? Well, it doesn't matter, I'll probably have gone to school sooner. I stopped worrying about what was going to happen before my amnesia because I found my new life very good. I had lovely, rich parents who treat me like their own child and no other problems either. What could be better?