The Bully

If you haven't seen The Last Wizard of the Century, I'd like to note that in the movie, Conan had his criminal tracking glasses updated so that they're bulletproof (you know, so Scorpion won't kill him). All characters, with the exception of Kyodai Shiba, don't belong to me.

Chapter 1- A New Student

The morning in room 1-B was always wild. The children chatted and laughed loudly. Some were trading cards and a group sitting in the back of the class were desperately copying each other's homework. But four of the kids, known in the school as the Detective Boys, lounged in their seats reading quietly. At least, two of them were.

"Where's Genta-kun?" Mitsuhiko wondered.

"I heard he's staying home today," Ayumi answered. "Remember? Yesterday he was throwing up so much."

"How can I forget?" Mitsuhiko sighed. "Right on my brand new shirt..."

"I told him not to eat that old piece of chocolate." Conan muttered, turning a page in his mystery novel. "But do these kids ever listen? Noooo, I'm just another first grader." Beside him, Haibara snickered.

The classroom door drew open. "Alright, class! Get to your seats!" the teacher called, and everyone rushed to do as told.

"Everyone, we have a new student today!" This announcement brought with it a tidal wave of excitement and everyone began talking all at once. The teacher silenced them with a frosty glare, then continued. "His name is Kyodai Shiba. Kyodai-kun, come on in."

Into the room stepped a little boy. Or rather, a big little boy.

"Wow, he's even bigger than Genta-kun!" Ayumi gasped. She was right. He looked more like a fourth grader than a first grader. The boy had bushy hair, wide eyebrows, and wore black shorts and a black shirt.

While the teacher wrote his name on the board, he looked around the room with cold eyes. When his gaze fell in Haibara's direction, he gave her a grim smile.

"H-hey, do you know him from somewhere?" Conan whispered nervously.

"If you mean in he one of them, no." Haibara replied.

Conan slumped down in his seat. "Thank God. I don't think I could stand it if another one of us showed up."

After school, the playground was packed with children. And as usual, they were screaming, getting dirty, chasing each other around, and injuring themselves as much as possible.

The Detective Boys were hanging around the swings. Haibara sat in one, reading a magazine. Ayumi and Mitsuhiko were busy trying to seem which one of them could hold their breath the longest, while Conan bounced a soccer ball on his knee.

"I finally found you!"

The four looked up to see the new kid towering over them.

Letting out his breath, Mitsuhiko asked, "Are you talking to us?"

Before the other could answer, Ayumi bounded up with her usual cheerfulness and courtesy towards new students. "Hi! My name is Yoshida Ayumi! Nice to meet you!" she chirped.

In return, Shiba waved her away as if she were some foul odor and pointed at Haibara. "I was talking to her!"

Deeply hurt, Ayumi said meekly, "Well, her name is Haibara Ai. She doesn't talk much, but-"

"It was a hard decision," Shiba interrupted, "but I've finally decided. You're going to be my new girlfriend!"

Haibara blinked, yawned, then turned back to her magazine.

"Wait a minute! You can't just 'decide' something like that!" Mitsuhiko declared.

"Yeah! You have to ask permission to be someone's girlfriend of boyfriend!" Ayumi added.

"Speak for yourself..." Conan mumbled.

Shiba raised his fist. "You tellin' me what to do?"

"It's okay, you two," Haibara said calmly. "I don't really care."

The bully sneered. "That's right, you brats better not get in my way!"

Ayumi was steaming. It was bad enough the way he kept ignoring her, but now he was insulting her friends! New student or not, this kid was downright mean. Brandishing her detective badge, she retorted, "We're not brats, we're the Detective Boys!"

"Hmm?" Shiba stared at the badge. Then he grinned, snatched it out of her hands, and teased, "This is cool. Thanks a lot!"

"Hey! Give it back!" Ayumi cried. She jumped up and down trying to grab it back, but Shiba held it high over her head, laughing.

"That doesn't belong to you!" Mitsuhiko, enraged at the treatment of his close friend, tried climbing up the boy's back, but was flung off easily.

"What's wrong, freckles?" Shiba jeered. "Not strong enough?" Then to his dismay, kicked dirt onto Mitsuhiko's new shoes. The bully laughed harder.

"That's enough."

Everyone stopped what they were doing. Conan was not holding the soccer ball, looking very annoyed.

"What did you say?" Shiba growled.

Conan sighed. "Look, Shiba-kun, I don't see a point in all of this so if you would give her back the badge now, we can just forget the whole thing and still be friends. Understand?"

Apparently not. Raising his fists, Shiba hissed in Conan's face, "That's Kyodai-sama to you and don't forget it! Unless you want to get beat up!"

Conan arched an eyebrow. "Believe me, I've been through far worse things than what you can ever do to me."

"Sh-shut up, nerd!" Shiba stammered.

"Nerd? Geez, that was getting old even when I was a kid."

Unable to think up an answer to this odd comment, Shiba pushed Conan down and grabbed his glasses. Throwing them on the ground, he planted his huge foot on top. However...

"Huh? What's with this thing?" The bully repeatedly stomped on the glasses, but they would not break.

Picking himself up, Conan said with a smirk, "What's wrong, Shiba-kun? Never seen bulletproof glasses before?"

Shiba then realized with a shock that the short boy before him wasn't a bit afraid of him, and furthermore, could see just fine without his glasses.

The bully backed up. Conan casually picked up his glasses, wiped them on his shirt, and held out his hand. "The badge, please?"

Dumbfounded, he gave it back. Then without another word, Shiba ran off. That kid was just too weird for him.

"Conan-kun, that was awesome!" said Mitsuhiko in awe.

"You scared him away, just for me!" Ayumi beamed, and planted a big kiss on his cheek.

I knew I'd regret doing that somehow, Conan thought, seeing the jealous look on Mitsuhiko's face.