AN: I'm just going to get straight into the story and leave my comments for the end. Enjoy
Detective Conan (c) Gosho Aoyama
Murders don't happen every day. That's not normal. At least, that's what I thought...before I met him. Kudo Shinichi. Death seemed to follow him. Everywhere he went, something was bound to happen. It made for an interesting experience. I almost began to believe it was normal to see a dead body whenever I was with him.
But after finding the cure for the drug Appotoxin 4869, a drug that degenerated all aspects of the body except the nervous system ten years to that of a child, he left us to regain his life as an adult, and the murders stopped.
Well, not exactly stopped, but there weren't nearly as many. Being part of a detective group, there was the occasional murder case. However, mostly we were called upon to retrieve lost pets and items.
Don't underestimate me, I didn't enjoy the murder cases. I have never found joy in death. Why I continue to call myself a detective is mearly because I have found that my first real friends were as such.
It's been ten years. Ten years since the Organization was dissolved and the cure was found. Just long enough for the Shinigami to get bored.
Chapter 1. S is for Shinigami
"There's nothing in Genta-kun's locker again," Ayumi-chan closed the locker, disappointed.
"That's too bad," I put my hand on her shoulder for comfort. "But, if we have nothing better to do, I found a new bookshop not too far from here, are you interested in taking a look?"
"That's a good idea," Mitsuhiko-kun smiled, "I've been wanting to go pick up the newest in the Tantei Kid series."
"Well, then, shall we go?" I grinned, closing my locker and walking off, stopping only to make sure that the rest of the group was following.
"Woah! Awesome!"
The store was big. As if we were in a library, there were book shelves on either side of the room and a set of tables and chairs in the middle. There was a desk at the front of the store for check outs and a small coffee stand in the back. Not many people were here today. There was a handful browsing the shelves and a couple of people sitting at a table.
The four of us dissolved into the sections that interested each member the most. As I browsed the non-fiction section, a phone rang. Forgetting I was in a book store, rather than a library, I was irritated as I glanced toward the offending noise.
Three people, about twenty were sitting at a table. Older than us, but they can't have been any older than twenty-five. Two men and one woman. One woman, Keiko Sumomo, picked up her phone and answered it.
"Moshi Moshi?"
Not interesting me any longer, I turned my attention back to the book I had been flipping through.
"What?!" The woman exclaimed, leaping to her feet and placing both hands on the cell phone and regaining my attention. "Who are you...how did you get my number?...What? Shiroku-kun? Ah, yes." She handed the phone to the man sitting across from her, Shiroku Matsuda.
His eyes widened and he took the phone. "Moshi Moshi?" He frowned. "...Moshi Moshi?...Hello?" He closed the phone. "There's nobody on this line...," he handed the phone back Keiko.
"Eh? Really?" She was surprised as she looked at the phone. "Dropped call, maybe?"
Just then, a fourth woman approached the table, . "Here's the iced coffee you wanted, Matsuda. And here's some chips for Keiko and Shinji."
"Ah, thank you, Midori" Higome Shinji replied as Amano Midori took her seat across from him.
"Thank you," Shiroku then proceeded to become engrossed in the book he posessed.
The others glanced at the man, and then proceeded to converse without him. With the drama over, I put the book I was holding back on the shelf and picked out another.
"So," I asked Mitsuhiko after we had all settled down at a table with books, "Did you find that book you wanted?"
"Yeah!" He grinned holding the book up for all to see. A boy with spikey hair on the cover grinning. The same one he had whenever he was up to mischief...
Behind me, the man, Matsuda-san, began choking. He lept to his feet holding his throat. Ayumi-chan sprang up and ran to the water fountain, Mitsuhiko proceeded to call an ambulance while I made my way to the man.
Matsuda dropped to his knees and his eyes turned glassy. I checked his pulse then consulted my watch. "Time of death: 15:45."
His companions were shocked, "He-He's dead?"
"Uso...," Keiko-san raised a hand to her face.
With police cars line out front, a familiar face entered the scene. "He was sitting and reading a book, when he started choking and collapsed?" Shiratori-keibu raised an eyebrow. An inspector now, gaining the position when Megure-keibu retired and moved to America... "To get away from that death magnet Mouri," was his excuse.
"The cause of death was probably injestion of cyanide poisoning," Mitsuhiko explained.
"There's no cyanide in the cup though," Ayumi put a penny into the coffee and pulled it back out.
"Woah, woah!" Shiratori-keibu looked irritated, "Just exactly what do you think you kids are doing? You'll mess up the crime scene!"
"I already took pictures," Genta-kun held up his camera.
Shiratori was still not satisfied, "Just who do you think you are?" Ever since he left us and death stopped following us, we lost much contact with the metropolitan police. That was ten years ago, so it's natural that he wouldn't remember a bunch of kids like us.
Mitsuhiko-kun stood up and grinned. "Tsubaraya Mitsuhiko."
"Kojima Genta"
"Yoshida Ayumi"
"Haibara Ai"
"Together we make," Ayumi grinned.
"The Shounen Tanteidan!" We chorused.
AN: So how do you like it so far? Should I write more?
If anybody's confused here's what this story's about: 10 years after Detective Conan ends, after Conan takes down the Black Organization and takes the cure, Haibara decides to stay with the kids, as they are her first true friends and she has no real place to go as Miyano Shiho, and the Shounen Tanteidan, or Detective Boys follow in the footsteps of their idol and friend, Shinichi, and become adept detectives.