I just love Case Closed! Right now, I'm watching the series from start to finish to catch up with the episodes I've missed. This is just something I came up with, but don't hate me for my own character being in it. I put alot of effort in making up plots for all of my stories, and if no one read some of them, that would just suck. Jk, if you want to read, you'll read A.A Sorry it is so short, but I have to leave room for the next chapter, too! If you want to complain to me, feel free to, and if you have any questions, comments, ideas, or otherwise, I would love to hear what you think!
"Hey," Rachel called out across the street to a silver-haired girl, running to meet her. The girl flashed a smile, her crystalline blue eyes gleaming. "Hey, Rachel! Hey, word going around is that you have this 'great mystery boyfriend' that's a detective? Why don't I see you with him?" "Well, he keeps telling me that he's on this 'major case' that he hasn't been able to solve, and nobody knows where he is, Sessho." Rachel sighed. "Its not like my dad liked him anyway." she laughed cutely. "Jimmy kept solving all of his cases."
Sessho grinned. "So your old man's jeaous of your boyfriend, eh? How funny is that?" As they entered Mr. Moore's (sp?) office, the two laughed together. Looking around, Sessho tilted her head. "Hey, where's-" before she could finish, Conan zipped past them, followed by an angry Richard.
Smirking, Sessho subtley put her foot out, and watched as he fell onto his face. "Ha! Nice one, Sessho!" Conan grinned and gave her a high-five. Rolling her eyes, Rachel walked past them. "So, Dad, any new cases?" "Not right now, Rachel." he growled. Smiling, Sessho waved. "Hey, I'm gonna go run to the store. If I'm not back in ten, come get me!" she laughed, waving as she left.
Before long, a half hour had passed. "Hey, Conan... I think we should probably go look for her now..." Rachel suggested worriedly. Nodding seriously, Conan followed her out onto the sidewalk. Looking around, he caught sight of a faint red shimmer, trailing down one of the cracks in the sidewalk, and followed the crimson trail into an alley.
At Conan's shocked expression, Rachel ran into the alley with him. At their feet, Sessho was curled up, bleeding profusely from a wound in her leg. She cried out in pain, and suddenly noticed them. "Sessho! Are you alright?" Rachel asked hurriedly. Nodding, Sessho struggled to her feet. "Yes, I'm fine. But I was really just in the way of the person. He was trying to get to you three-- is what he told me-- and I blocked his path. But as soon as he got to running away, he was hit by a car." she relayed calmly.
With eyes narrowed in suspiscion, he looked down the street for the man's corpse. How could she be so calm?? He wondered. "Here, we'll call an ambulance!" Rachel offered. Sessho shook her head quickly. "Please, I'm just fine, I don't want an ambulance! I can bandage it on my own." she argued. But, as she tried to take her first step, her leg gave in, and she collapsed onto the ground. Obviously, Rachel had taken it upon herself to help Sessho back inside, and Conan followed them in.
But Sessho's face was so disturbingly calm, it just served to make him wonder all the more. Innocently, he walked up to her. "Hey, Sessho," She looked up at him, smiling in an almost motherly fashion. "Yes, Conan?" She only confused him more and more by the second. "I was just wondering why you're so calm while you do that! I mean, if it were me, I wouldn't even want to touch it!" Smiling at him, she ruffled his hair. "You're so kawaii! But what do you take me for? Geez! Its not like I haven't been cut before! I can be quite a klutz, sometimes, you know. --Not that it's a good thing, though, it actually quite sucks!" she grinned. Rolling his eyes, Conan sighed. This is geting nowhere! Sheepishly, he smiled back at her. "Hey, Sessho, what kind of stuff do you do that keeps you so fit? I mean, you have to keep that nice body somehow, right?" Raising a delicate eyebrow, she tied off the bandage. "Well, I'm okay with swords, but I never really got to finish my training... Oh! I run around alot... um, I'm pretty good with hand-to-hand combat... and don't ask why, but I'm also quite proficient in gymnastics. Well, I do alot of different kinds of things, Conan, but I don't think you should be thinking about girls' bodies at such a young age." Under her breath, he just barely heard her add. "But that doesn't stop some of 'em..." Standing up, he could see that she was assessing (sp?) her wound. "Well, then," she sighed. "I guess I'm going to need crutches, after all. The man severed one of the muscles in my leg."
"Oh, Sessho!" Rachel gasped. "I think we have crutches..." with that, she disappeared into the closet, and pulled out crutches. "Here you go," she smiled. Smiling back, Sessho took them, and used them to get to a drunken Richard. Annoyedly, she hit him in the head with one of them, effectively waking him up and sobering him up simultaneously. "What the... What the heck was that for?!" he shouted as she shok her head. What Conan noticed, was her incredible balance and maneuvering. When she had hit him, neither of her feet were on the floor; instead, she balanced on the crutch that she wasn't hitting Richard with using her free arm. Who is this woman?? He thought in frustration.
As if sensing his thoughts, she turned to him. "What's got you so puzzled, Conan?" she asked curiously. Leaning forward, she whispered in his ear. "Or should I say... Jimmy?" she smirked.