Fate is a Fickle Mistress
by Dark Angel of Wind
Disclaimers: I do not own Death Note or Case Closed
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Summary: Jimmy's parents and Rachel die in a unfortunate accident. Jimmy is left with an abusive Richard and a broken spirit of no leads of the Men in Black. he is stuck as Conan as he takes over Richard's P.I. work and is slowly closing into himself...until a famous detective named L wants Richards help in a Case that is.
DA-another lil story that I daydreamed up while I was bored on a slow day at work. enjoy and have fun and don't forget to review. also I have not read all of Case Closed, have only gotten up to vol 18 so far. so please tell me if I did something wrong ok?
ON WITH THE FIC!
"talking"
'thinking'
"whispering"
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-PUNCH-
"what did I tell ya 'bout leavin' the house ya brat?!"
Conan hissed as he took the punch to his chest followed by the usual kick on top of his head to make him fall down
'next the stompings'
he gasped in pain as Richard Moore stomped his foot on Conan's back repeatedly until he grew tired and merely grinded the sole of his shoe into Conan's dirty blue jacket
'next the yellings, hurry it up tonight old man. I need to finish that case if we both want to continue to live here'
"Next time I hear from the neighbors that they saw ya I'm gonna give you such a beating that this will seem like hugs and kisses! now get your ungrateful little ass to your room! and I mean YOUR room this time brat!"
Conan waited patiently on the floor until he heard the door slam and lock.
He sighed and slowly got up wincing as he limped over to the kitchen.
he looked about lazily in the empty fridge for something to settle his stomach before he went back to his laptop in his room.
finding nothing he closed the fridge and rummaged around the cubard until he found a pack of saltine crackers. it was better then nothing so he took it under his arm, careful not to crush them, and limped up the stairs to his room.
well actually his room was the living room downstairs, he slept on the couch, but he did his work in Rachel's room as Richard didn't want it touched and wouldn't notice that he had hidden his laptop and equipment underneath her bed.
'.....Rachel' he chocked on a sob as he looked at the door before picking the lock to get in.
The room was dark as he fiddled for the switch. With the light on he looked around the room before going for his case files and laptop underneath her bed.
he pinched his cheeks and slapped his face
'come on Conan, stay awake. if you don't finish this case by tomorrow and submit it to the buyers then they'll go to someone else and you won't be able to pay for this month's rent...and you can't fall asleep here again, Richard will check and you definitely don't want to go to the hospital again. way too many questions'
he sighed as he cleaned his glasses before starting the laptop and getting to work on the Anderson Homicide Case.
his thoughts turned to his parents and Rachel again
'....I..never got to tell her'
!!!FLASHBACK!!!
it was three years ago. Jimmy's parent's were coming back after he had told him that he wanted to tell Rachel and wanted their support.
They were ecstatic and told them that they would come on the first flight and would be disguised as Conan's parent's like they did last time.
Jimmy told Rachel and Richard that his parents were coming and they went to the airport together, Rachel happily chatting about how happy and excited he must be to see his mommy and daddy, Richard asking if they were gonna pay them for babysitting him...it all seemed so normal
it all went to hell.
as they stood at the pick-up gate a plane that was malfunctioning nose dived into the gate, crushing several people before skidding to a stop. Jimmy was pushed under a flight of stairs that managed to fall on each other making an arch above him, saving him save for a few bruises and scratches.
Most of the people on the plane had died from being jostled to the point where their necks had snapped or being crushed by broken parts of the plane or random luggage.
Jimmy looked at the wreck, the plane bent and in partial flames, the area around him broken and shattering as the ceiling fell from being hit by the plane.
people were dying, people were dead.
he looked at all of this with wide eyes, horrified until he turned his attention to where his companions and family were in all of this.
he found Rachel's body crushed underneath some debris and a unconscious Richard.
Jimmy's mind shut down as he stared at Rachels body...cold...not breathing....dead...and judging from her position...it was likely her that pushed him to safety...
'me....its...its all because of me....my fault....its all my fault....she didn't have to come with me...but I had asked her to anyway...my fault'
it wasn't until later when the ambulances and fire department came did he relize he hadn't moved from his spot and a doctor asking him several questions. mentioned something about shock and where his family was.
he didn't care. he had over heard from the people that checked the plane for survivors that his parents were among the ones that had died.
his mom and dad and Rachel...what reason did he have to get out of his trance like state? they were the only reason he had looked for a cure now why would he want one? why should he care?
it was a couple of weeks after that and he was taken to a close by hospital so they could watch his catatonic state while searching for his relatives from his appearance with the computers.
he had to be fed with an IV because he wouldn't even take his meals.
he wasn't sure how long he was there before the day Richard came for him, he apparently was searching for him in other hospitals because he was listed under a John Doe.
and when he came to Jimmy's room he took a long teary look at the small boy before embracing him in a tight hug, crying his eyes out for him to wake up.
"please Conan! wake up! I know your scared and sad taht your mom and dad are gone...and seeing all those people die in front of your eyes is nothing a small boy should see. and you probably saw that Rachel was dead too...but I'm here...and I want you to be with me...please...we're...we are all we have left. I have you. and you have me...and I swear to you Conan that when you wake up, I'll be a changed man. I won't hit you anymore and I won't keep telling you you're in the way, hell I'll bring you along WITH me to the cases if you want..I've seen how much you like helping me with them. and your a smart kid, I'll take you under my wing...so please...Conan"
although Jimmy's eyes didn't show anything, inside Jimmy was thinking on all Richard had said.
he was no longer Jimmy Kudo..his parents and Rachel's death had confirmed the notion in his head that without they're being his motivation he never wanted to even go look for those stupid Men in Black for the antidote. he would now be glasses wearing child Conan Edogawa, he would no longer look down on the kids that tried to play with him, and he would no longer make snide remarks about Richard. after all he was right..
"C-Conan?" Richard pulled him out of the embrace for feeling something wet on his shirt
they were all they had
"....Mr. Moore, where am I?"
with that Conan and Richard lived as they always did, but better. and for a while it was nice. they helped each other lick their wounds.
but after 'Conan's 7th birthday, Jimmy's 17th, Richard started taking up drinking again despite Conan's arguments about it.
Richard began to blame Rachel's death on Conan and would beat him relentlessly until he got tired and told him to leave him alone.
his room was turned into a storage place for all of Rachel's extra stuff leaving him to sleep on the couch.
Conan didn't mind, didn't argue. because in the back of his mind he figured he deserved it.
unfortunately Richard also stopped going to work so it was up to Conan to secretly go under a secret name as a "shut in laptop" detective to get Richard's cases forwarded to him so that their bills wouldn't suffer.
He stopped playing with the friends that didn't understand him and stopped going to a school that taught him what he already knew.
when he had the time he took college classes online and anything he needed wheiter it be clothes, books, or food he could easily have it sent to the house when Richard wasn't home.
lately the beatings had gotten worse though, and it was starting to affect his sleep from working late into the night on certain cases.
but he wouldn't report Richard.
he was all he had left after all.
!!!END FLASHBACK!!!
Conan woke with a start and sat up real fast making the case files scatter around him.
he looked at his watch and cursed.
he had fallen asleep again and the case still wasn't cracked. he had about 2 hours before the deadline the client had given him and in that same 2 hours Richard would be up and checking up on him before going out to do who knows what to get money for his booze
he quickly went through the data and what felt like 3 hours he had found who the murder was and had sent the evidence.
he let out a releived breath as he looked at his watch and then cursed again.
in less then a few seconds Richard would be awake and coming to check on him and Rachel's room.
he braced himself for the impending beatings as he heard the door open and close.
he was confused as he heard him walking softly for once past the room and after a period of silence close and lock another door.
Conan waited a few seconds after hiding his things before carefully checking the house.
Richard had left before checking anything or yelling at him...this was very unusual.
a peice of paper caught his eye and he picked it up and read a sloppy Richard's handwriting:
"Conan,
I know what a dick I've been. and after promising that I would change too...I'm sorry for all the shit I've said and done. none of it was your fault you got that? I'm going to go get help. I'll be back so wait for me ok? you can stay at that doctors place until I come get you. but stay where you are so when I come back you can see how much I changed ok?"
Richard
Conan threw away the letter and started back up the stairs to get his stuff out again.
he stopped half-way up the stairs shaking as tears spilled out.
"why?...you-you said we would always stay together! I-I don't think I can stay SANE by myself! Richard you moron...the Doctor died 2 years ago from old age and you know it...."
he wiped his tears on his sleeve as he heard the door bell.
"h-hello? Richard Moore's Detective services"
a greying old man with a kind face in a black suite looked down at him with a smile, holding a hat in his hand, tiny glasses on his face.
"hello young man, I am looking for Mr. Moore?"
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