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Dark, feared, powerful. These are the some of the words used to describe the world's most notorious group of people. For those who had the horrible luck of interacting with anybody in that group, they refer to them with trembling voices as the Black Organization. It is unknown how long the Black Organization has been around, but with its vast global power, this group was involved in every illegal action possible. Their underground dealings permeated in every walk of life and meant that even if you did not know about them, you were affected in some way.
In turn, various governments provided resources and people to secretly combat this syndicate. The governments were only capable of pausing afew plans. Unfortunately, with every plan stopped about two other plans have succeeded. This immense threat was always one step ahead.
Then one day at an amusement park, an encounter between a curious high school student and two of the Organization's men would be the first step to their downfall. The men believed they offed the 'nosy' teenager, but with a stroke of luck, the would-be corpse survived. The victim's name, which would later be regarded with awe in later years, is Kudo Shinichi. After the ordeal, the budding high school detective turned his efforts into pursuing these men. This was supposed to be a simple case...
Unfortunately, it wasn't.
Kudo Shinichi discovered that any wrong move meant the death of his loved ones. Fearing for their lives, he abandoned his old life and adopted a fake alias. He lied and deceived the people closest to him. He disappeared from the public eye while slowly gathering allies; both legal and not so legal. He executed extreme operations that should have killed him and everyone involved. He encountered the worst that humanity ever offered.
Beliefs were challenged and along the way the delicate line between black and white became blurred. Just trying to stay alive tested his limits and broke it. He made crucial decisions. Some, allowed the case to move forward. Others, created more difficulties than it should.
Many grown adults have crumbled under the pressure of this case. But for the teenager that was barely an adult, the will to return to his previous life kept him going. He kept on fighting and planning just to return home and his steadfast persistence paid off.
Gradually and unknowingly, he became the Black Organization's worse fear - the dreaded Silver Bullet.
After all his struggles, the Black Organization was finally taken down. However, it wasn't without consequences. The aftermath was messy. Everyone toiled to maintain calm. The world was shaken up, governments in disarray, paranoia through the masses and death counts were only some of the arising problems. Nothing was ever the same.
Through all that chaos, someone decided to label this unbelievable nightmare. That person chose to call it 'The Collapse' and considering that it felt like the world was caving in on itself, nobody argued.
But for the one who started this chain of events, the problems were more personal. Injuries both physical and mental plagued him. Loved ones lost. His decision to lie and deceive made relationships, once strong, deteriorate to almost losing them. The life, the one he hoped to return to after the whole case was over, was unattainable.
Surprisingly, the cause of his unattainable desire wasn't the newfound fame that brought the noisy paparazzi outside his home or the numerous injuries that prevented him from moving. It also wasn't the fact he had people so mad at him that he almost barricaded himself in his bedroom and planned his flee to America.
It was him.
The events leading up to the Collapse coupled with the event itself changed him. His view of life and death was forever altered and he learned very quickly what is important. He learned not take anything for granted and to appreciate the little things. In short, the whole journey humbled him.
'There is only one truth'. This is the man's most famous quote – so famous that if anyone were to hear it they would immediately associate it to him. The truth is, Kudo Shinichi was no longer who he was before the fateful encounter at the amusement park and he wasn't the only one. So, with the help of his family and friends, they drove the darkness away together. A time of peace was paved and life moved on relatively well for the now world-famous detective. He rebuilt and created relationships that would last a lifetime, achieved his dream - in a way he didn't expect and most importantly, created a family with the most wonderful, caring, and beautiful woman in his eyes.
But when extremely troublesome children and a dysfunctional time machine get mixed up, the carefully woven peace will be rocked. Well, it wouldn't be much of a story without something, don't you agree? So, as cliché as it may sound, this is the calm before the storm.
On Why Alarm Clocks are Unnecessary
As the sun slowly crept up on the horizon, a spring breeze passed through the quiet streets of Beika. The sun's rays shone through a window onto two people snuggled under a blanket, a husband and wife. The two figures slumbered, silently enjoying the quiet.
Then from out of nowhere came a high-pitched shriek.
Normally, a noise of that caliber would cause people to jump out of bed and go running to the source in a panic. It did cause the poor bird outside the window to flee from the horrible sound. Instead, the woman just groaned while the man continued to softly snore.
The female's light bluish-purple eyes opened to read a nearby clock. When her groggy mind figured out how early it was, it decided that it doesn't want to deal with the cause of the painfully loud disturbance.
After a moment, she lightly elbowed her sleeping companion in the ribs. The man moaned, an indication that he is coherent enough to hear her first words of the day, "Hmm…figure out what's wrong this time Shinichi."
He ignored the woman's request by facing the other way and snuggling deeper in their shared covers. As she moved her body to face his broad back, a loud resounding thud was heard that made her mentally sigh. She gently poked his back, "Shi-ni-chi." A drowsy mumble met her ears. She softly asked, "Figure out what is wrong this time please."
Kudo Shinichi grumbled and sat up on the edge of the bed while rubbing his blue eyes. The dark-haired man stretched and shivered when his left foot touched the cold ground. Tall and pale skinned, his mom always told him he hit the genetic jackpot – to his embarrassment. His thin build was covered in light blue pajamas and his hair was tousled by sleep. He attempted to fix his messy signature cowlick without success. Grabbing the right prosthetic leg next to his bed, he attached it to the appropriate place.
After making sure that the prosthetic was secure, he heard a scratching sound cut through the silence. Not too subtly, he glared at the woman that was unfairly sending him off while she grabbed more precious sleep. Slowly, he made his way to the door with the thump of his prosthetic hitting the ground the only noise in the room.
As he grabbed the doorknob, he checked the clock on the picture filled wall and started grumbling something about mean wives and 'why must he be subjected to this early morning torture?'. Glowering at the person under the covers, he said, "Ran, you do know I don't have any ability to settle their squabbles, right?"
Kudo Ran twisted her body toward him, her long dark brown hair messed up by sleep. Enchanting eyes, the ones he loves to stare into in their quiet moments, brightened as it peered into his own and that smile, a radiant one indeed, was on her face in a grateful manner. His glower disappeared. To this day, Shinichi cannot figure out how he managed to obtain the heart of the beautifully kind woman in their bed. It truly is a miracle.
The scratching sounds were increasingly getting louder and it reminded him of the task at hand. Already knowing what was beyond the door, Shinichi opened it and looked down to a Ragdoll cat with bright blue eyes. The female cat proceeded to rub her head on his left leg when the door was no longer in its way. Her semi-long, cream-colored fur tickled him and the action made him smile.
Bending down to pet the purring cat's head, he told her, "I know Yumi. I'll feed you." A thud and screech echoed that made him grimace, "...after I deal with them," and with his furry housemate at his heels, they descended to the first floor of the house.
It wasn't that hard to deduce where the source of the racket that woke him up too early was coming from - but as the detective approached the ajar library door, he dreaded what he was about to encounter and hoped that the various scenarios that went through his head wasn't being enacted beyond the door.
The sudden thud that he heard crushed his hope. Shinichi thought, 'Why does this happen every morning? … Please don't tell me it's the books this time…'
As the man peered into the room, he analyzed the scene and saw two teenagers, a girl and a boy. Situated between them was a large oak desk that Shinichi always did his work at. Shinichi sighed at the familiar sight and decided to just observe.
The girl had her long, reddish brown hair in a high ponytail. With a slightly darker skin tone than his own and a runner's body, she was a beauty. Currently, her attire symbolized that she attended the nearby Teitan High school and her piercing blue eyes was fixated on the boy.
Standing a little taller than the girl, the boy's light purple eyes portrayed his frustration with the person in front of him. He ran his hand through the top of his head which has longer light brown hair unlike the deliberately short hair on his temples. Also wearing a baggy Teitan High uniform sans blazer, it did not reveal much about his physique.
Appearances aside, their stances screamed a fight that is not going to end well.
"I keep telling you that the answer is B!" the girl yelled angrily while waving a sheet of paper around. "Why can't you get that through your thick head stupid!"
The boy drew back at the girl's raised voice and gulped. Then he crouched down, "How many times... the answer is C!" As he spoke, an unfortunate book was thrown with every intention of hitting the female, but Shinichi had to sweat-drop at the fact the book missed the girl by a good three feet.
The girl crossed her arms as she watched the book fly harmlessly to the side and gave an amused snort. Flipping her ponytail over her shoulder, she said, "I'm amazed at your inability to hit anything, little brother." She examined her nails in a casual way, completely ignoring the boy's slowly reddening face, "The answer is still B."
By what Shinichi is hearing, he quickly guessed that a homework problem is the cause of today's argument, therefore making it the third time this week that homework is the cause of the two's daily blowouts.
As if expecting the sudden lunge from the scowling boy, the girl ducked around the desk. Surprisingly, they elegantly avoided the various books scattered around them, which he was grateful for. The unwilling onlooker did not want to find damage on the books again, those things are valuable!
He pushed the door completely open.
The two didn't notice the new occupant being too engrossed with the other, so Shinichi had to sharply whistle to gain their attention. Startled, the teenagers swiveled toward him with the boy being the first to address him, a look of surprise on his face, "Tou-san."
However, on the girl's face was a dirty look aimed not at the boy she was just arguing with, but at the one who interrupted their feud. Mentally sighing at the female's reaction, he told himself to keep his poker-face.
As he approached, he subtly scanned the area. He internally cringed at the number of books on the floor. At least, they had an unspoken agreement to not use his Sherlock Holmes series as throwing ammunition... actually it's not really an unspoken agreement, but him making sure that those books are not in reaching distance.
Thank small mercies.
Posture straight with hands stuffed in his pockets, Shinichi asked in a calm voice, "What is wrong this time? It is too early in the morning and the two of you are yelling up a storm. There are people still sleeping which I should be do-"
The girl scoffed, "You don't need to be involved with this old man." Shinichi was not surprised by the scorn in his daughter's words. She continued, "This argument is between Conan and me. You wouldn't understand the delicacies of today's teenagers."
"Irene." Luckily, the boy known as Kudo Conan has calmed down with the added adult presence in the room. He ran his hand through the top of his head again, "It's just a chemistry problem. The only problem I see is your angst with tou-san."
Kudo Irene held up one finger to him, "First of all, there is no angst." Another finger was brought up, "Second, he doesn't need to get involved." A third finger joined the other two, "Lastly, this argument can be over with if you just admit the answer is B."
"But you're not right. I spent yesterday with Ai-neechan going over it." Conan informed her. Irene opened her mouth to retort, but her brother cut her off, "And don't you dare tell me that Ai-neechan is wrong. She has multiple PhDs in various sciences. I trust her calculations over yours any day."
His son then sent an apologetic face to him while rubbing the back of his head. "Sorry tou-san. Ren's being unreasonable right now." The girl nicknamed Ren lowly growled while turning more red. Conan turned meek at the sound of his sister's irritation.
"Unreasonable! Why you..." With her free hand, she punched his shoulder. The boy released a howl of pain and faced her with a look of shock on his face.
"W-what's your problem?" He stuttered while rubbing the sore spot. "You don't need to get violent." Shinichi can already describe how this whole argument was going to end with just one word – badly. Conan pointed an accusing at her, "See. You are being unreasonable."
Irene tried to bite the finger close to her nose and Conan drew back in time. She growled out, "Unreasonable? I'm trying to be a good sister so I'm attempting to help you." She turned around with a huff and crossed her arms. "I know what I'm doing."
Also, crossing his arms, the boy said with a flat voice that had an undertone of annoyance in it, "You're not supposed to be looking at it in the first place," Ducking his head he murmured in a quiet voice, "...stupid."
The boy's attempt at insulting his sister without her hearing did not work. Instead, his whisper only made her angrier, "Argh! This is what I get for trying to be a good older sister, and don't call me STUPID!"
Shinichi faltered at the force of the girl's voice. As his children persisted in throwing insults at each other, the father tried to comprehend the situation, 'Okay, they were arguing over a problem on Conan's homework. I tried to stop them, but they keep trying to "correct" the other. And if Conan is retaliating then this fight has been going on a while.' Dragging his hand through his hair, he debated if he should ask a certain magician for some black hair dye later.
"All right! Both of you stop yelling." He stepped in-between them and pushed them apart. "I'll take a look at the homework and check the problem." Shinichi held out his hand to Irene expecting her to put the paper there.
She didn't and Shinichi was not surprised. "Why should you check it 'Great Detective'? The last time you probably had chemistry was in college and that was a long time ago. Might as well have Ai-nee check it." The man tried not to twitch at her mocking tone.
Conan grinded his teeth in frustration, "He's just trying to help and I told you Ai-neechan already helped me with it." He tried to swipe the paper away from Irene with no success. He can easily get it considering he is taller than her, but he doesn't want to make his sister angrier, "Ren. Please. This is not funny."
Shinichi did not like the stare-down that commenced or the dark aura that surrounded his daughter. It instantly reminded him of when his wife gets angry and that is a scenario that he likes to avoid at any cost.
Suddenly, the girl screeched with lungs he knows she inherited from her maternal grandfather, "If you want the paper so bad, try and take it back!"
Shinichi pinched the bridge of his nose when a headache started to form because lo and behold the two started arguing again. In his thoughts, he complained about crazy children never giving him a break, and peered at the wall clock. His shoulders sagged. Turning his attention back to the battle over a single problem on a piece of paper, he debated if he should interfere again.
"You should respect your elders Conan!"
"You're only older than me by seventeen minutes! And as if you're one to talk about respect, crazy girl!"
'This argument is increasingly getting louder and quickly getting off topic,' Shinichi realized. It was inevitable that the signs of a scuffle started to appear, so the despondent father marched out of the library with plans in his head to put an order in for a lot of hair dye later.
As soon as Shinichi exited the library, Yumi trotted up to him and meowed. Scooping her up, he then shuffled toward the staircase to call for backup, "Ran! Please help, I can't stop them."
A couple of seconds ticked by and another thud was heard from his previous location. He petted the purring cat to calm his nerves, "At least you aren't any trouble Yumi, those two can be a handful."
His wife of eighteen years descended the stairs. Clad in only a bathrobe, she studied her husband's face. "What are they arguing about this time, Shinichi?" The laughter in her voice was clear. "I was about to shower so this better be good."
Shinichi huffed, "They are arguing over a problem in Conan's homework." Yumi voiced a meow of complaint when the man stopped petting her, "I tried to get them to calm down, but it always leads to the same argument and I am developing a headache."
Ran smirked at his obvious frustration. The man in front of her can solve the world's hardest cases and face cold murderers without flinching, but when you send him to stop two hormone ridden teenagers, he always comes back to her about to cry – at least he tries.
"So, the great detective still can't handle his twins' squabbles?" Ran lightly teased then scratched under Yumi's chin – to the cat's pleasure.
Shinichi snorted, "They're your twins too." Suddenly, a loud crash made him jump in surprise and Ran placed her hand on his shoulder to steady him. "...and this is why we don't have another kid."
When the parents entered the library, they eyed the area wearily. On the ground was some white smoke and their wrestling teenagers. Ran pointed to the other female in the room and reluctantly commanded, "You stop Irene, I'll get Conan."
Obeying, Shinichi hauled his daughter off his son and as soon as Irene was upright, she immediately shrugged him off. Ran helped Conan sit up while grabbing the boy's shoulders to steady the semi-stunned boy. Shinichi stepped back to let the woman handle the twins' argument. Why she continued to make him deal with them, when she easily can, was beyond him.
In a no-nonsense tone, Ran started, "Okay, show me the homework. I will look over it so this argument can be laid to rest."
Gesturing to the clutter on the floor Shinichi added in a tight tone, "Also, make sure you guys clean this up and if you damaged any of the books again, it's coming out of both of your allowances."
The twins looked around realizing how big of a mess was created in their scuffle. A groan was produced by them and they looked at each other. Apparently, an agreement developed in that brief glance. Irene complained, "Do we have to? Can we do this after school?"
"Yea, I agree with her."
The man rolled his eyes, "Now you guys agree on something." He received blank looks from the duo. Surprisingly, their hatred of chores is one of the rare things the two of them can agree on. He continued with a sigh, "Nope, there is glass laying around, those books cost a fortune, and it is not a good idea for those pellets to be there."
Shinichi moved to the cat tower and plucked Yumi off while ignoring the annoyed look his daughter and cat sent him. "I expect this mess to be cleaned before you leave. Wouldn't want something to be lodged in my prosthetic, do we?" Then he addressed the fur-ball in his arms while walking out the door, "You aren't allowed in the library today."
Ran chuckled at her husband's exit and turned to the teenagers with what she called her 'parent' look. The twins involuntarily withered at the pressure of it. "Where is this troublesome homework?"
Conan got up from the floor and rubbed the back of his head laughing nervously, "I think it got lost in the mess. Sorry." Not wanting to cross their suddenly frightening mother, Irene nodded her head quickly.
Placing her hands on her hips, Ran gave them a narrowed glare that caused the two to shrink back more, "Clean up and find the homework while your father and I prepare for the day. I expect this place spotless when I check later."
"Yes ma'am." the twins muttered stiffly.
While smiling sweetly in a way that still sent shivers up the twins' spine, Ran ruffled Conan's hair and was awarded with a squawk of protest, "Good. Make sure you give me that homework when you find it." She left the room while yelling loud enough for someone outside their home to hear, "Shinichi, don't you dare go in the bathroom!"
"If I see another pellet I will go insane." Irene said in English while placing a new jar filled with the mentioned item on the table. She glared at her brother. "Making me clean up this mess when it isn't my fault."
Conan felt the pressure from the glare so he did everything he could to not look at his sister. Leaning on the broom he was using, he muttered to himself, "I swear she is always PMSing. Why am I the unfortunate soul that has to deal with it?" In a louder voice, he said in English, "Have you found it yet?"
"Yeah, I found it under the desk." While walking to the door, Irene addressed the other who was inspecting the library for anything they may have missed. "We better give this," she held up the paper, "to kaa-san to prove that I'm correct."
The boy sighed, "How many times do I have to tell you? Ai-neechan already looked it over yesterday. So stop with your insistent need to always prove me wrong. It's so annoying and repetitive."
"I don't have an insistent need to prove you wrong and you're just cranky that you know I'm right." Irene hotly retorted with a hand on her hip. "Ai-nee can be wrong too. It can happen."
Her brother crossed his arms which earned him an annoyed glare, "She can't possibly be wrong on a chemistry problem. Everyone from the moon and back knows it." Ignoring the glare, he continued, "I'm pretty sure you know she has multiple PhDs. Heck, we were there when she received her biochemistry one."
When the two still bickering teens exited the library, the smell of food was in the air. Hunger overtaking their teenaged minds – therefore forgetting about their current argument, they jogged to the kitchen while pushing the other.
Their mom, no longer in a bathrobe, but her work clothes, placed a plate of pancakes on the counter. Beside her was their dad, still in pajamas, reading a newspaper with a steaming coffee mug in front of him.
"That smells good." From his position at the entrance, Conan saw Irene already stuffing herself with pancakes at the at his older sister, he approached the counter and sat down. Putting his palms together, Conan said, "Thank you for the meal."
Shinichi placed down his paper. "Ren you're going to choke yourself, drink something." Irene refused to acknowledge him with a not so subtle turn of the head. He sighed at her lack of reaction then sighed again when the resident house cat jumped on the counter and decided to plop down on his newspaper.
"You know better Irene. We don't want another accident, do we?" Ran scolded while sending Shinichi a worried look which he reciprocated with a small smile full of reassurance. Subtly nodding, she handed a full glass of milk to her daughter.
The girl drank it and wiped her mouth with her sleeve, "Sorry kaa-san, I'm starving." Conan snorted at her. Irene shot a dirty look at him. Yumi meowed for no reason at them.
Glimpsing at his sister, Conan scrunched up his nose in disgust at her messy eating, "Ugh! Can you be any messier?"
Irene growled and kicked him under the counter and it caused Conan to grunt in pain. Their movements caused the bottle of syrup to almost fall onto a paper on the table, and when Conan realized what the paper is he said, "Ren you almost got syrup on my homework. I have to turn that in today I'll have you know."
The red-haired girl waved her syrup dripping fork at him while almost splattering the paper – to the boy's horror, "It's just a liquid you sissy."
"Just a liquid? I don't want to give my teacher a syrup stained piece of paper you wierdo. How would you feel if I dump the whole bottle on your homework?" Conan grabbed the bottle of syrup and waved it in the girl's face to prove his point. Irene opened her mouth to retort, but a sharp 'ahem' stopped it.
From Ran's position in front of them, she raised a disapproving eyebrow. "Irene. Conan. No arguing during breakfast." The twins mumbled a sorry and refused to look at each other. "Well, let me see it." Conan proceeded to grab the paper, but Irene snatched it when he barely touched it. With a smug look, the female twin handed it to their mom.
"It's problem twenty-one kaa-san." Irene stuck her tongue out to Conan and he grumbled while sticking a piece of pancake in his mouth. Ten minutes was spent with the family of four eating breakfast, the matriarch sometimes asking the patriarch about the problem.
"Hmm... well the answer is C." Ran said with finality in her voice. Shinichi nodded his head in agreement. With three people confirming the same answer, Irene had no choice, but to start sputtering in disbelief.
A bark of laughter came from Conan's throat and he pointed his finger in triumph at his sister, "Ha! I told you so." His finger was drawn back quickly for a second time that morning when Irene attempted to bite it off.
Their father watched the exchange with a quiet air and took a sip from his coffee mug. He didn't have anything else to look at - the cat was still on his newspaper. When a soft beeping sound came from his wrist, the man read the time and said out loud in a nonchalant tone, "It's almost seven."
The twins started to rush at that information.
After Conan placed his dishes in the sink, he grabbed a bento box off the counter. As he approached the front door, he picked up his awaiting gi and satchel while trying to style his hair with the random comb in his pocket.
On the other hand, his sister obtained an extra pancake and dumped her dishes in the sink. While she dashed to her room on the second floor, the pancake disappeared down her throat.
Suddenly, the doorbell of the house started echoing in the place and her brother started calling her, "Hurry up or you're going to make us late again Irene! They're already here!"
"I did not make us tardy yesterday you dolt!"
The female twin rushed downstairs, satchel in hand and gym bag slung over her shoulder. Realizing Conan already left – to her annoyance, Irene quickly tugged on her shoes. She gave the remaining house occupants a loud 'see you later' while simultaneously rushing out of the Kudo mansion.
Ran slumped on the counter as soon as she heard the door close, "They sure are troublesome aren't they Shinichi?" The man in question was staring intently at something next to her.
"I think Conan forgot something." She followed his gaze to a sheet of paper, the accursed cause of the earlier yelling match that should be in the bag of the younger male Kudo that just left the house.
As Shinichi watched Ran dash out of the kitchen, he couldn't help but be grateful for his blessings. Sure, the twins were a handful, but he loved them regardless, quirks and all. There may be problems especially with his daughter, but he is sure it will soon pass. And his wonderful wife, his partner, and his best friend since childhood is still by him to this day. After all this time, he is still in disbelief.
As he absently stroked the dozing cat's fur, he thought back to all the trials he had to go through to be where he is at today. He closed his eyes. Then last night's dream flashed in his head and jostled him out of his thoughts.
Robotically, he approached the sink to place his mug in it. He sighed. The same dream has been recurring for the last couple of daysand Shinichi hoped it wasn't a bad omen. Glancing to the photo of his family on the refrigerator, he shuddered at his conjured thoughts when he lightly brushed his fingers on the picture.
My family...I will never let them experience a nightmare like before...I will protect them...No matter what...
But for some dreadful reason, he was not reassured.
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Case Notes
(1) Any reference to Detective Conan is taken off the Detective Conan World Wiki. It is the most extensive website filled with information from the series.
(2) Any reference to anything else is taken from the internet. With that in mind, don't expect the information to be entirely accurate.
(3) Story Setting: The story will be based in Japan unless otherwise stated. I live in the United States so I do not know everything about Japan. I will try to make it as accurate as possible, but I know some things will be wrong.
(4) Detective Conan Case Reference: Roller Coaster Murder Case (Manga: Volume 1, Chapter 1; Anime: Episode 1)
(5) Culture Reference: In Japan, when they address each other they do last name first then first name. In English speaking countries, it is the opposite. Since the story is placed in Japan, I'll be using last name first.
(6) Culture Reference – Addressing Fathers (Tou-chan): There are multiple ways for fathers to get called by their children. It is usually 'tou-' added with a suffix (-san, -chan, etc.), but it depends on the person.
(7) Culture Reference – Addressing Mothers (Kaa-san): There are multiple ways for mothers to get called by their children. It is usually 'kaa-' added with a suffix (-san, -chan, etc.), but it depends on the person.