Disclaimer: I do not own the Detective Conan/Case Closed. If I did, the manga would've ended already.
Author's Note: Recently, one of my friends mentioned that some people might not know the Japanese names for the characters, so if you don't know who I'm talking about, I've got the English names for the characters that have already appeared in my story on my profile.
A young boy sits on a sofa, a heavy book opened up beside him. He pretends to read, but he sneaks glances out of an enormous window. It's past bedtime, but today, he'll ignore the clock. His report card came home today and he can't wait to show his parents. When will they ever come home…?
Outside, a shiny sports car swerved dangerously into a garage. The boy grins. His parents are finally back!
The boy runs to the door, as his babysitter fussed over a spilled pot plant. The babysitter chases after him down the stairs, into the entrance hall, and to the front door.
But the doorknob never turned. With a crack like thunder, the edges of the door glowed. An arm found its way around the boy just as the door blew in, flying out of the door frame.
The boy closed his eyes in fear, as a noise like a movie-styled explosion surrounded him. In sheer panic, he squirmed, only to find himself being pushed to the ground. He screamed and shouted, but he couldn't hear himself in the pandemonium.
Then, as if nothing had happened, it stopped. Sweet silence rang in the young boy's ears. He was trying to wiggle his way away from whatever pinned him down, when an unexpected warm liquid fell down on his face.
He looked up – and soon his eyes were thrown wide with shock.
Pain seared a high schooler's ribs as he was elbowed on a busy bus. He blinked, realizing that he was, again, dreaming of that day. If only it were just a nightmare.
The student gingerly fingered his side and winced.
Yesterday, his cousin had hit him there again in one of their numerous fights. Well, he would have to buck up and deal with it.
Even if the was the modern-day Holmes, what chance would he have against a super-idol with legions of crazy fans? It didn't help that he didn't have any proof. Any time that he got some, it was quickly stolen, to presumably be destroyed. The high school detective sighed and got off the bus. He pasted on a fake smile and calmly walked towards school, bracing himself for the inevitable.
For the first few seconds, all was calm. Then, someone noticed him. Sided up to him with a grotesque imitation of a smile
And then another came, then many, until a crowd had gathered, made up mostly of squealing fan-girls or 'yes-people' eager for the advantages of his friendship.
How ironic, detective Kudo Shinichi thought, that so many will readily be my friend and yet I have nobody to turn to.
A part of him wanted to yell out what he thought of the fakes, but the rational part of his mind know that it was for the better – after all, cousin wouldn't risk so many witnesses.
Sighing again, he continued on to school. If only things would change. If only he could talk to someone frankly.
Little did he know what would happen later that day.
