"It's what you've all been waiting for, folks!"
A few clicks of a remote in the hands of Aoko Nakamori, and the bars of volume ticked up across a TV screen.
"We're here with you live, right at the scene of the soon-to-be crime!"
Aoko's brows knitted together in serious concentration as she curled her legs up underneath her on the couch in the living room of her house, cup of hot cocoa in hand. She placed the remote down quietly beside her, and moved the hand to grasp the body of the warm mug; all the while not removing her determined gaze from the television.
"You won't want to miss a second of this, ladies and gentlemen." The newscaster motioned with her hand towards a building behind her. "We're just outside the museum housing the famous gem, the Cora Sun-Drop Diamond!"
Aoko watched as the camera panned away from the newscaster to the museum where a hoard of people were gathered around like moths fighting for a spot on a lamp post. Police officers were attempting to hold them off, but it didn't look like they were succeeding much.
Aoko puffed out her cheeks in irritation and took a sip of her hot chocolate.
"This is the location of the heist in the mysterious letter the police received just three days ago. A letter they received from the infamous, magical thief himself. The charming and mysterious, the legendary and miraculous, the one you've all been waiting for, the one... and only.."
Aoko's eyes narrowed when the camera swiveled back to the newscaster quickly.
"The Phantom Thief Kid!"
In her growing sense of contempt, Aoko failed to realize she took too big of a sip from her hot chocolate. The liquid consequently scalded her tongue, and she winced before sticking the appendage out to fan it.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow."
"It's two minutes before showtime, folks! Thank you for tuning into Nichiuri TV with us tonight to bear witness to another guaranteed spectacular event. Another showdown with the professionals at the Tokyo Metropolitan police force and Kaitou Kid! We hope you're all as excited as we are."
Aoko simmered down from the burning sensation to glare at the TV again. Excited? She wasn't excited at all.
Once they catch that arrogant guy, then she'll be excited.
"Just you wait, Kaitou Kid. My dad is going to catch you today," she muttered at the screen.
"While we wait, let's speak with one of the fans!" The newscaster exclaimed, then ambled over to the crowd, the camera shaking around behind her as the person holding it attempted to keep up.
The woman tapped on someone's shoulder from behind, and the person turned around. It was a woman who looked to be in her twenties, Aoko guessed, with narrow eyes and high, pronounced cheek bones.
"Hi! Would you care to give us a few words on how you're feeling about this anticipated showdown tonight?" A microphone was then thrust into the bystander's face.
The addressed woman looked a little surprised at first, and glanced at the camera with wide eyes. Eventually she recovered from her daze to point at the camera. "Will Kaitou Kid see this?" she asked of the newscaster.
The newswoman looked delighted to get a positive response. Aoko grumbled under her breath at the display.
All of these news stations were exactly alike. All they wanted were good ratings. Kaitou Kid didn't deserve all this attention.
"He very well might! Is there something you'd want to say to him if he did?" The microphone was then turned back over to the bystander.
The lady looked a little blank after hearing that, and there was an almost tense moment where she didn't say anything.
"Um, miss?" The newswoman asked.
The bystander then sucked in a breath, followed by a slow exhale. Aoko blinked in confusion at the screen. Was that lady all right? She looked a little pale.
"OH MY GOSH, KAITOU KID, I LOVE YOU! I'LL HAVE ALL OF YOUR BABIES. PLEASE MARRY ME!"
Aoko scrambled for the remote to turn the volume down. She ended up spilling almost half of her hot chocolate in the process. She could only hope her neighbors hadn't heard all that.
By the time she was able to look back up at the screen from having to grab the nearest cloth to clean up the mess, which just so happened to be her favorite blanket darn it, the woman on the screen had promptly passed out. Probably from a lack of oxygen.
"Um... okay. Eh heh... Ahem." The newswoman backed away from the fainted woman to turn to another one of the bystanders. "How about you, sir?"
The addressed man turned to the newscaster with a surprised, "Hm?"
"Is there anything you'd like to say?" she asked, still looking a little uncomfortable from the last interviewee.
The man gave an arrogant smirk at the question. "Something I'd like to say to the Phantom Thief Kid, you mean?"
The newscaster was back to all smiles. "Sure! You never know, he might be listening right now!" She then proceeded to hand the microphone to him.
The man took the microphone from the newscaster in his overly large hand. He let out a deep, sinister chuckle, and it kind of made Aoko a little uncomfortable. She could only imagine the discomfort the newswoman was feeling.
"Kaitou Kid..."
Aoko gripped her blanket in her hands a little tighter, and raised it to cover herself as she suppressed a shiver. That guy sounded like a villain straight out of a B-rated horror flick.
"I will enjoy the moment when you finally fall," the man started. He then grinned. The sight kind of made Aoko feel a little ill. "And I will laugh. Laugh until my eyes water... as you fall to your death and splatter against the pavement, and all of your bones crack under the strain... when you fall straight to hell!" The guy then began to cackle like a deranged hyena. Aoko stared wide-eyed and terrified at the screen.
Kaitou Kid sure did seem to attract some rather strange... admirers... She almost felt bad for him. Almost.
The newscaster didn't seem to be fairing all that much better than Aoko, and quickly snatched the microphone from the man's hand.
"O-okay. I think that's enough Q and A with the onlookers. Ahaha... how about we get a brief introduction of the task force's plans to apprehend the criminal?" The newscaster then began to look around the area. Her eyes landed on one of the police officers. "Ah! Here we are, the famed lead investigator himself."
Aoko leaned forward towards the screen when she recognized the back of the man the news team was approaching. She smiled when her father turned around with a confused look as they approached.
"You can do it, dad! I believe in you!" Aoko cheered with arms raised.
"Inspector Nakamori-san, is there anything you can tell us about the plans to take down this elusive thief?" the news reporter asked before handing him the microphone.
Aoko watched her father turn around completely with a determined expression. He lifted his hand to cough into, clearing his throat.
"There is nothing that I can disclose at this time," he began, but then he smirked. "But rest assured, I will catch this thief. His time in the spotlight ends today."
The newswoman looked somewhat disappointed with the response. "So there is nothing you can share with the people at home who are watching this now with bated breath?"
Aoko gave the screen a dry look. That reporter... pestering her dad like that. He was trying to focus!
"I cannot."
Her father had said this with such a resolute tone, that it surprised her. It seemed to surprise the newscaster as well.
"Can you inform the public as to why?"
Aoko watched, blinking the surprise from her face, arms falling to her chest from her cheering. She could see the resolve in her father's eyes, and it made her smile.
That's right, if anyone could catch the Kaitou Kid, it was her dad.
"Kaitou Kid is just as you say, elusive. He's a master of illusion and disguise. He could look like a man or a woman. There's no telling if he could be somewhere in this crowd, listening." Her dad stated, crossing his arms. "For the sake of the investigation, I cannot afford to be so forthcoming with that kind of information. I trust that you understand."
Aoko's face lit up in delight, and her smile widened as she clasped her hands together.
"Oh, dad, you look so cool!"
Even the reporter looked moved by the words. "Spoken like a true investigator, Nakamori-san. I'm sure the museum's curator feels safer with you here."
Said 'true' investigator gave a cheesy smile and a laugh in reply. But he quickly reigned himself in.
"Yes, well, as someone who's been tracking Kaitou Kid down for years now, I know all of his tricks."
The newswoman smiled in delight. "Of that I have no doubt, sir. It truly will be a spectacular event to behold." The reporter then leaned forward and gave the lead investigator a wink. "Especially now that Kaitou Kid will have some competition for the spotlight this evening."
Her father laughed again, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly with a forming blush on his face. "Maybe, but I think Kaitou Kid will have more competition from the lovely reporter."
Aoko's cheeks puffed out in a pout as she glared at the TV screen. Was he really hitting on that news lady? How embarrassing.
The newswoman giggled, and waved dismissively. "Oh stop. You're making me blush."
"It's true! Even Kaitou Kid may get so distracted once he sees you that I might be able to catch him effortlessly!"
"...Dad..." Aoko could feel the vein start to pulse in her temple.
"Oh! Do you really think so?" She heard the newscaster say.
She then watched as her father reached to grab the news lady's hand, bringing it close to his face.
"Of that I have no doubt, m'lady. Your presence will make this event spectacular to behold."
Aoko had to resist the urge to reach out and punch the television. She was definitely going to have quite the lecture ready for when her father returned. Especially since he was supposed to be keeping his eyes peeled for the thief, not the newscaster.
The urge almost won out as the news lady's hand got closer to her father's face, and she readied her fist. But before she could hit her father's image on the screen, the hand was swiftly retracted from the man's grasp.
Aoko blinked in surprise as she looked to the newscaster, whose face had went from blushing shy to something quite unsettled.
"Let's keep this on topic," the woman said quickly with a light chuckle.
Her father also looked surprised, but recovered as he cleared his throat.
"Right, right. I have to keep my eyes peeled for the thief."
Aoko nodded vehemently.
When she looked over, the newscaster still seemed a bit... disturbed? Aoko couldn't quite place it, but the woman seemed quite put-off by her father's action, if the almost bluish tint to her face was any indication. She seemed to bounce back quickly enough though.
"How about this, while we wait for the final moments before showtime, why not give the audience a hint!"
The inspector looked confused. His face showed it clearly.
"A hint?"
The newscaster nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, a hint! Something that even the Phantom Thief himself wouldn't be able to decipher." There was a certain sparkle in her eyes as she gestured dramatically with her arm. "A hint as to the whereabouts of the famous yellow diamond." With a flourish, the newscaster then gestured towards the camera. "Show the audience the brilliance of the lead inspector of the Phantom Kid heists!"
Everyone in the crowd started looking over in their direction instead of towards the museum after the loud exclamation. Some excited murmuring amongst the spectators had even started up.
"You have hidden the gem, haven't you?" she asked of the inspector.
All the sudden attention made the inspector look bashful. It made Aoko shake her head in embarrassment.
"Ah... well... yes..." he came back with, looking around at all the excited faces in the crowd.
"So what do you say, Inspector-san?"
As the crowd moved closer to the cameras in anticipation, the inspector began to look more and more cowed.
"Well, I guess one hint wouldn't hurt," he said eventually. Some brave people even began to hold up some Kid signs in front of the cameras. Most of which Aoko refused to read.
"Oh! Excellent!" The newscaster exclaimed. She then moved close to the inspector to shove the microphone in his face. "So what is it, hm? What's the hint?"
Her dad looked a little taken aback by the sudden movement. He had to take a step back so the woman wouldn't hit him in the face. Eventually, he cleared his throat again, and when he looked back up to face the cameras, his expression was pensive.
"Very well then. But I'll only tell you this once."
The news lady looked awed by the inspector's sudden seriousness. Even the onlookers quieted down to listen.
"The gem is being held in the safest place it could be. In a place that's in plain sight, but hidden. It's in the center of the investigation, and close to the heart of the museum's dignity."
Curious faces looked about each other in wonder as soon as the Inspector stopped talking. The man crossed his arms and stood up a bit straighter in the face of the curious murmurs.
Aoko blinked at the screen in curious thought herself.
"...In plain sight, but hidden... in the center of the investigation and close to the heart of the museum's... dignity?" she mumbled to herself, her index finger placed thoughtfully against her chin. "So is it in the museum?" she wondered idly.
Typically that's how her dad operated. Usually keeping the jewels in their rightful place while setting up loads of traps for the phantom thief. He hadn't talked about laying any traps for the thief with her, but maybe he had just wanted to keep it a secret.
"Ah! What a thoughtful hint. I expected nothing less from you, inspector," the reporter lady said, leaning towards him to send him another wink.
Her father chuckled confidently. "Of course! If I was any less thoughtful, or said anymore, Kaitou Kid will surely pick up on it."
The crowd seemed reasonably enthralled by the statement. The newscaster nodded approvingly.
"You do really seem to know a lot about him."
The inspector nodded. "I should. I've been chasing him for almost twenty years now. He's incredibly cunning," he said sagely.
"Oh?"
Aoko groaned. Why was this news lady coming onto her dad so strongly? It was really weird.
The inspector chuckled a little nervously, but then regained his composure as he began to discuss Kaitou Kid.
"He's definitely a cunning thief. That much is for certain," her dad said thoughtfully. "He definitely owes a lot of his talent as a thief to his ability as a magician. I've never seen anyone able to disguise as another person so effortlessly. And the way he can mimic another's voice? It's incredible."
Aoko chuckled dryly, giving her dad a halfhearted glare.
Careful, dad, she thought. People might think you're a fan.
"Is that so?" the newswoman asked. "Sounds like you've gotten many close up interactions with the phantom thief. How does he do it exactly?"
The inspector appeared to ponder on the question for a little bit.
"Well," he started. "First he dresses up like the person he wants to imitate." The inspector gestured to his attire.
"Then, he'll disguise his voice."
Her father coughed to clear his throat before he attempted to mimic a higher pitched voice. It didn't sound all too good. In spite of that, the newscaster seemed to be intently listening to him anyway. Aoko had to give her credit for that.
"And finally, and most importantly..." he began. As he spoke, he reached out his hand. "He disguises his face with some of the best prosthetics you'll ever see." The hand came in contact with the newscaster's cheek, and he pulled with a cheery smile as he explained everything he knew of the phantom thief kid.
What he hadn't expected–and what no one in the crowd, nor Aoko herself, for that matter–was when that pretty face came away with the inspector's hand, leaving behind a much more tan spot of skin in its wake.
The inspector stared. The crowd stared. Aoko stared.
The newscaster with the tear-away face stared.
The inspector was the first to speak and break the awkward silence.
"K-K-Kaitou... KAITOU KID!"
Aoko wasn't sure, but she thought she heard a, "Uh oh."
With a flick of the wrist, the disguise was off, and a very familiar, white-clad phantom thief appeared. He was quick to run in the opposite direction, however, muttering something under his breath that sounded a lot like, "Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap."
She heard her father as he bellowed, "Don't just stand there! Go after him!" in his gruff voice.
The order was met with a simultaneous, "Yes, sir!"
But the camera wasn't focused on the police. It was focused on the escaping phantom thief. And as Aoko leaned in close, she could swear she could see something glinting in his hand.
Aoko got off the couch to scoot up next to the TV, and as the camera zoomed in, she saw it.
In his hand, the yellow diamond sat.
Aoko sat back on her heels, lifting her hand to turn off the TV. She inhaled slowly, and exhaled a deep breath. She then inhaled once more.
"KAITOU KID!"
"Ah... ah...ah...achew!"
Kaito rubbed absently at the underside of his nose as he scrolled through the news with his tablet. It was sitting propped up on his desk, and he grinned like a cat that ate the canary once he got to the good bits. The bits about the phantom thief kid.
It was the following morning of his successful heist, and he couldn't help but revel in his glory a little bit. Who could blame him, honestly? It had just went so smoothly.
Newscaster found tied up and sleeping back at Nichiuri station, he read with a grin. Perhaps his best disguise yet?
Well, it was definitely a good one, but all of his disguises were good.
He scrolled down to one of the headlines to read it.
Inspector Nakamori flirts with Kaitou Kid. New all-time low for the head of the phantom thief kid investigation?
He felt some of his snark droop a little at reading that. Yeah... he could definitely go without that part. He quickly scrolled past it.
Kaitou Kid vanishes into the night with the moon at his back yet again.
Kaito grinned a grin wide enough to impress the Cheshire cat as he looked at the flustered face of inspector Nakamori glaring at him from his tablet's screen. It was a pretty good shot, he'd say. A picture of the inspector looking red in the face, either from embarrassment or rage (or perhaps a bit of both), pointing wildly in the phantom thief's direction.
You made it all too easy, Nakamori-san, Kaito thought with a quiet chuckle. It wasn't too hard to figure out you hid it in the inside breast pocket of your suit.
His grin only widened when he scrolled to the next photo, one of a card stuck haphazardly into the museum's wall with the trademark caricature of the phantom thief. On it, it read, better luck next time.
Kaito couldn't stop the giggling once it started.
Slam.
Kaito nearly knocked his desk over at the loud noise. It quickly put an end to his giggling, that's for sure. He looked over to his right in the direction of the noise. It had sounded like the classroom's door being swung open hard enough to hit the wall.
His classmates looked equally as miffed as he knew he must have. Though once he saw the culprit, he wasn't quite as surprised.
Aoko was standing in the doorway looking royally infuriated.
But as he stared at her deep frown and horribly furrowed brow and piercing, angry stare, he had to admit, he hadn't seen his childhood friend look quite so upset before. At least, as he thought on it, not since that one time in their freshman year when he had pretended to trip and grabbed her skirt, but ended up accidentally pulling it all the way down. Had been an honest mistake. Thief's honor.
Aoko stormed over to her seat next to him, and her wrathful stride had Kaito stiffening up and leaning away from her as she sat down harshly, the seat making an angry scraping sound.
When Aoko glared at him viciously, Kaito could feel himself start to panic, and quickly banished all thoughts of pantsing from his mind.
He was fortunately spared, as she looked away from him to glare ahead of herself, crossing her arms over her chest in irritation. He breathed a small sigh of relief. At least that meant that whatever had her panties in a twist wasn't because of him. He'd be sporting a lump on his head by now.
"I can't stand him, Kaito."
Kaito looked over at her curiously once he knew for sure he wasn't going to be hit by any stray objects.
"Hm?" he asked with a curious glance. "Can't stand who?"
She gave him a look, and he recoiled with a nervous chuckle. It was practically an instinctive reaction.
"You know who," she said crossly. She then looked down at his desk, and he knew her eyes went straight to the screen on his tablet. He gulped nervously.
She snatched the device from his desk before he could even think of reacting, and started to scroll through the page he had been looking at. As she looked through the pages, Kaito could feel a strong sense of impending doom. Especially with the way her face had started to turn red.
"...A-Aoko?" he started cautiously.
Instead of answering him, Aoko slammed the tablet onto her desk with a resounding thunk. Kaito winced, then glared down at it. That was a new tablet, darn it. Did it really need to be said as to how his last one broke?
"I can't take anymore of that... that guy's arrogant attitude."
His glare shifted to her.
"He walks around the whole city like he owns it! Pah! It's about time someone put that jerk in his place!"
She had raised her fist to clench it tightly in front of her. When she redirected her heated glare to him, Kaito quickly replaced his irritated expression to something more sympathetic.
"He's a jerk, stringing my dad around like that." Her glare turned more severe. Kaito scooted his chair a little bit away from her. Didn't help him much, though, as she just leaned towards him. "Right?"
"Uh..." he mumbled lamely.
Thankfully he was spared from having to come up with an intelligible response. Whenever Aoko worked herself up like this, she could rant for hours. All by herself.
"He makes my dad look like a fool. A fool! I can't forgive him for that," she said as she moved back into her seat.
Kaito stared at her a moment, observing her thoughtfully. She truly did look especially upset about the whole thing today. He sighed, and propped his arm up on his desk to lean on.
What made this heist so different from the last ones? He knew his alter ego wasn't exactly her favorite person, but he didn't think he had done all that much to the inspector yesterday.
He then heard a sniffle. The sound made him turn his head quickly.
What he saw made him feel guilty. Aoko was sniffling, trying to discretely hide it behind her hand.
Kaito slumped back into his seat. Great. Now he had gone and made her cry. If only he could think of what he had done wrong yesterday. Was it the flirting thing? Heck, he hadn't wanted to do that either.
Aoko's sniffling started to get louder, and it interrupted his thoughts.
"He's... he's just a jerk... You know, Kaito? Why can't he just leave my dad alone?" she mumbled into her hand.
Kaito looked at her, feeling as somber as her expression looked.
What was he supposed to do in this situation? It wasn't like he could just stop. And it definitely wasn't like he could just leave the inspector alone. It was more like the inspector wouldn't leave him alone. But as he looked at her, she just looked so sad. He hated seeing her cry like this. Especially when he knew it was his fault.
He tried to smile as he said, "Ah, c'mon, Aoko. It can't be that bad."
She looked over at him, but didn't say anything. She just looked more sad. It made him feel even more guilty.
Yep, that didn't work. He had to cheer her up somehow. But how? A distraction might work. He thought about it for a moment. Then he got an idea.
Kaito tapped her on the shoulder, and when she looked over to him slowly, he had a grin on his face.
She adopted a confused look when she noticed he was holding up a square piece of white cloth with both hands in front of her. When she gave him a questioning look, he just smirked.
First he showed her the front, then he showed her the back. With seemingly nothing else to do, she watched him.
He grabbed the cloth with one hand, and balled up his other into a fist. He then draped the cloth over it. With his now free hand, he wriggled his fingers over the cloth draped over his fist like he was casting some strange spell on it.
"Kaito, what are you doing?" Aoko asked after a moment of this.
He didn't respond. Instead, he took hold of one of the corners of the cloth and pulled it off.
But as his fist was revealed, it was bare, still in the same position, and lacking anything within it. Kaito looked miffed.
"Ah... oops," he muttered, opening and closing his hand, examining it.
Aoko gave his hand a dry look. "I told you Kaitou Kid was a better magician than you," she said.
Kaito didn't respond to the remark. Instead, he just smirked. It seemed to take Aoko by surprise. But he didn't give her a chance to question him as he pinched the cloth in the center with the hand he had revealed, and with a flourish, pulled it. Then, grabbing it by the edge with his other hand, flipped the cloth open. Within it, a red rose sat.
Aoko first blinked, then gasped in surprise.
"Kaito, how did you do that?" she asked in awe.
Kaito just tsk'd.
"A magician never reveals his secrets," he said with a wide grin.
Aoko took the flower from his hand when he offered it to her, a bright smile lighting up her face. All hints of sadness forgotten.
Kaito leaned his chin back against his hand. His smirk softened into a smile.
There, he thought. A smile suits you much better, Aoko.
As he watched her awhile, as she marveled over the flower in her hands, her expression made a sudden change.
"I got an idea!" she said suddenly. Kaito gave her a confused look.
"Eh?"
She looked over to him with a grin. For some reason, the expression made him feel uneasy.
"I'll do it!" she exclaimed. Kaito didn't feel any less confused.
"Do what?" he asked.
Her grin turned into a smirk. "I'll catch the Kaitou Kid."
At first, the statement didn't really register in his mind, but once it did, Kaito's eyes widened comically large.
"What?!"
Aoko didn't seem to be paying him much mind anymore. She turned back forward in her seat and placed her finger to her chin in thought.
"Dad's always busy with other fraud cases, so he can't spend all of his time searching for Kaitou Kid anyway," she said idly. She looked back over to Kaito with a confident gleam in her eyes. "But I can!"
That looming sense of doom was starting to come back.
"Uh... Aoko... I don't think that's a good idea... I think you should leave the capturing to the police. Why would you want to do that anyway-"
She interrupted him with the sound of a loud thud as she slammed her hands down against her desk.
"I'm a Nakamori, Kaito. The Phantom Thief is my sworn enemy by default. If not my dad, then why not me?"
Kaito's expression had yet to change from comical surprise and utter dread. This was definitely the last thing he needed right now. What just happened anyway?
Poker face, poker face, poker face...
Aoko settled back against her seat with a determined, thoughtful look. "But... I have to think about this carefully. If I'm going to catch a brilliant thief..." she trailed off, her eyes wandering about the room until they landed on the tablet that had been forgotten on her desk. She smiled. "Then I'll need a brilliant detective!" Aoko picked up the tablet and began quickly fiddling with it.
Kaito was eventually able to remember how to properly function, and looked over to Aoko's determined profile. She had a steady gaze directed at the small screen in front of her. She started to mumble to herself.
"There's the sleeping sleuth, Mouri Kogoro! Hm... no... I don't have any money to pay him... hm..." She scrolled through the lists of pages before she stopped on one in particular. Her face lit back up in delight. "Perfect!" she shouted before she shot up out of her seat.
"Uh, Aoko? Class?" Kaito questioned, but his childhood friend just bolted out of the room.
Kaito sighed, and leaned back against the back of his seat. He crossed his arms behind his head.
"Awesome," he muttered. Where the heck had that idea come from anyway?
He glanced over at his tablet that Aoko had left on her now abandoned desk along with the forgotten flower. With another sigh, he leaned over to examine it.
"Just what is she planning anyway?"
He hovered over the small screen, and as he stared, a name popped out at him.
"Hattori... Heiji?"
Now why did that sound so familiar?
AN:
This story is going to be heavily centered around Heiji, Kaito, Shinichi, Ran, Kazuha, and Aoko, while also including a lot of side characters. This story came to me surprisingly easily. I actually quite enjoyed writing it. I hope you guys had just as much fun reading it.
Pretty much, this is going to be a full fledged story featuring snippets of ideas that came to me that I really wanted to write about. And they're all going to be shoved into this story. A story in which is going to include the overall plot of catching Kaitou Kid, some of the black organization, and, of course, the relationships between the main characters of this story. It's pretty much going to be my take on the detective conan plot, that obviously has no relation to canon. I just felt that all of my favorite characters of the show didn't really interact as much as I would have liked for them to, so I made this story with the idea in mind to make them all friends! Yay. So they'll all officially meet.
Just wanted to give a short synopsis of the direction this story is going to go. I actually wrote it mostly for myself, because I had so many ideas that I wanted to write out so I didn't forget them. I ended up really liking it, so I decided I wanted to share it with people. I hope you guys like it too!