21 Chapter 20: Trampled Pride

Seeing Bourbon molest Ran, while he and Erin are performing, Conan forgets that he isn't the strong Italian of his last life anymore, but a puny child.

Leaving Erin on the stage behind he swiftly crosses the room, on the way pulling his pants back up. The moment he arrives he finds Bourbons right hand on Rans ass, while he tries to force his tongue down her throat. Violent rage boiling over Conan pushes the molester away from his woman shouting. With a thump, the man falls to the floor. ''Fuck off and GET LOST!''

''What is wrong with you?!'' Shouts a woman in the audience, seeing Bourbon stand up from the floor.

''Wana fight boy?...'' Asks Bourbon eager to avenge his humiliation from playing poker earlier. ''... The year I see only cock and no brains!''

Hearing the man not only molest his woman but also him, Conan sees red shouting in Italian. ''BASTARDO SPORCO!''

Shouting this he tries to attack the smirking bastard. Under the assault of a seven-year-old Bourbon only smiles maliciously.

Letting himself get hit by Conan's childish attacks he even provokes him further by whispering so only the boy can hear. ''Can't believe your two women are faithful to you. I bet they are fucking another man behind your back.''

Unable to keep himself from using dirty tricks, Conan shouts, ''MARTIRE ALL'INFERNO!'', before the goes for Bourbons weak points. With one kick to the balls, Conan forces the enemy to his knees, before he jumps the man, aiming for his head.

Suppressing the pain, Bourbons sneer vanishes, as he defends his face from the agile monkey's assault. Standing up and throwing the boy against the counter, he goes in for the kill with a single strike the boy hits the floor unconscious.

Once again smirking he turns around only to have his face collide with the fist of a really angry Ran. Feeling a tooth get loose, Bourbon trying to close the distance between the two of them. Getting close and personal with the girl, he easily overpowers Ran, taking her hostage in between himself and the counter.

''Now were we...'' He says once again starting to molest Ran, feeling her up and down.

''Get away from my daughter!'' Shouts Erin who once again wearing her dress uses the riding crop Conan previously used on her to strike Bourbons face. Getting hit by the crop the first time an ugly red streak appears on the man's handsome face.

''You bitch!'' Bourbon shouts, really not expecting to be facing up against two women at one. Letting go of Ran his new target is the milf with the riding crop.

Seeing perverted and malicious intend flash in her opponent's eye Erin gets a bit frightened. Contrary to her martial arts obsessed daughter her, her weapons are more centered around words and the use of the law.

Before the situation can further escalate a gunshot suddenly attracts everyone's attention. Looking up to the stage all eyes are drawn to Shuichi, who still gun in hand demand it.

With Akemi still fiddling with her dress behind him, he says in a very commanding manner. ''Party is over Furuya...'' Shuichi days, stepping down from the stage aiming his gun at Bourbons head. ''... Now let the boy and the woman alone.''

''How uncivilized...'' Huffs Furuya, combing through his hair. ''... This is a matter between them and me. Why do you care?''

''They are friends of my girl here, so bugger off,'' Shuichi states, pressing the barrel of his gun at Bourbons head.

''As you will...'' Says Furuya lowering his head in a mocking many and holding his hands out. ''... but don't even think that this is over.''

With that said the molester excuses himself and leaves. Looking down at the still unconscious Conan he asks Erin and Ran who are already by his side, shielding their lover from further harm. ''How is he?''

Awakening the next morning Conan's memories of last night ate in a mess. He can still remember winning 750 million euros and most of the performance he had with Erin, but he somehow can't remember how he got back to the hotel room.

Turning around to his left he finds Ran still in her fiery red dress sleeping with a look of worry painted on her beautiful face. Not wanting to wake her he turns right only to find Erin also still wearing her dress, but her face mostly covered by her now loose hair.

Pushing her hair aside, he finds her face also showing signs of anxiety and worry. Seeing her plush red lips, Conan can't hold himself back and leans down. Remembering his woman not receiving her final hurray, he softly kisses her. Trying to keep the kiss light, he feels her hands move unconsciously around his neck, deepening the kiss. Invading her mouth and wrestling her tongue Conan fights the urge to have his way with her.

-I am not into the unconscious woman. I am not into necrophilia.- He tells himself while extracting himself out of her embrace.

Ending the kiss and leaving the bed, Conan sees his woman instantly snuggling up to each other, apparently craving the warmth of the other.

Feeling his heart irrationally warm up, he can't believe how lucky he had gotten finding this two woman that has become so special to him in such a short amount of time.

Despite being mother and daughter they don't seem to be jealous of each other even and are even supportive of each other.

Moving his sluggish and somehow hurting body into the bathroom, Conan takes a cold sip of water from the sink. Tasting the foul water he instantly is reminded of his past life living conditions.

-Times really did change...- He thinks to start to wash. Stepping into the shower bits and pieces of his memories begin to aline once again. Feeling the deep-seated anger, as well as the feeling of helplessness of last nights events, reappear, Conan prematurity ends his shower session and silently gets dressed.

Wearing the white dress shirt off last night as well as his swim trunks, he leaves his lovers to their beauty sleep and leaves the hotel room in search of water or whiskey or both.

Reaching the bar the bartender is taken aback by the appearance of a seven-year-old demanding one glass of water and a bottle of whiskey. Handing Conan the water first, the man excuses himself without handing over any liquor.

''Rough night?!'' Asks a seductive voice right next to him. Looking in the direction of the voice he finds Sharon Vineyard, suggestively sipping on a cocktail.

''Rough life...'' Says Conan reaching behind the bar in search of his whiskey. Finding what he is searching for he exclaims. ''... at least it is a good one.''

Seeing a seven-year-old generously fill his empty glass, Sharon comments. ''I didn't know that Asian kids start drinking so early?!''

Before Conan is able to cast his whiskey, Shuichi appears out of nowhere, snatching the whiskey filled glass, saying. ''They don't and aren't even supposed to drink this stuff before the age of 21.''

Sending his killing to intend at the FBI agent who snatched his drink, Conan colds. ''It isn't polite to but into other peoples business!''

''Excuse me Sharon, but I have to talk to my young friend here...'' Says Shuichi to the woman before he grabs Conan and walks away. Seeing the boy struggle he tells him. ''... Just go with it. Can't you see she was about to poison you? You should be thankful to me after what happened yesterday.''

Hearing the FBI agent talk about what happened last night, Conan stops struggling and lets himself be carried by the man sulking. -I hate being a kid.-

Sitting down in a more private part of the restaurant, Shuichi orders an English breakfast for the two of them, while filling Conan in on last night's events. Despite not remembering being nocked out, the man turned kids pride takes a hard hit, hearing that his woman had to fight for his sake, awakening in him the idea of personal strength to protect.