Hello, Mounkey here! For those who don't know (which is probably most of you) I write alternating fanfictions on this account with my friend James ;p This will be our first cross-over, and our fourth story. So, read and enjoy!
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It was as peaceful, sunny, normal day at the Korogo detective agency. Which is always how it starts, isn't it?
Private investigator Mouri Korogo was busy at his desk, turned to the window, staring casually outside, hoping to see some girl's skirt fly up. Ran had cleaning duty at school that day, which meant the privet eye could go about his hobby without fear of his daughter walloping him on the head, which always did tend to ruin the mood so.
Conan was sitting at the conference table thumbing through his school workbook, quite frankly bored out of his skull. Math, science, history, Japanese,...He'd actually gone through this book and answered all the questions. Since he was really a genius high school student it was really just about an hour's task. Conan held his book closely to his face, then pulled it away again and sighed. He really did regret going through it now. He was more bored then ever in his classes and this detective agency...
Conan looked over Mouri Korogo just in time to see him perk up and cry, "Oh! Pink!" Then nod his head slowly and fold his arms, "Not bad... Not bad..."
Conan turned away and put his head on his hand and sighed. OK, maybe Ran's dad didn't care that things had slowed down considerably (Conan personally was ashamed that Man called himself a detective), but for Conan himself this was becoming quite a problem. It had been a while since he had gotten any leads on the man in black who had shrunk him, and he knew the danger of letting the trail grow cold.
Conan turned back to Mouri and glowered at the back of his head, which was shacking sadly as the detective mumbled, "Really... that was a good gust just now... If only that girl had been wearing a mini skirt instead of these pants..." Conan wanted to pull his hair out of his head. Gezz! If only this dork would go out and find some cases instead of wasting his time screwing around like this!
The door outside swung open and the two men looked over. Ran and a crying girl whom she was comforting walked into the office. Conan jumped up off the coach and hurried over to help Ran. He pulled out his handkerchief and offered it to the new girl in his childlike manner.
"Here you go lady. You can use my handkerchief to wipe your eyes!" He said, smiling comfortingly up at her.
The girl was slightly surprised but smiled rather warmly considering tears where still streaming down her face. She mumbled a thank you and took the handkerchief from him. She wiped at her face and tried to pull herself together.
Somehow, the detectives who had been staring out the window all day had made his way right up to the beautiful young girl in less then a second. He had also (fortunately) switched out of pervert mode, "That's absolutely right young lady! What is it that the detective Mouri Korogo can do for you?" Mouri also quickly threw a glower at Conan because the little runt had gotten the first move in, but it lasted only a fraction of a second and he was back in charming knight mode. Conan took the hint and backed out of hitting distance.
The sobbing girl looked up wide eyed from her handkerchief, "You're the famous detective Mouri Korogo?"
Conan could see the old man's ego take a boost from being recognized, "The one and only!"
The girl took a step forward so suddenly Mouri was forced to take a step back out of surprise, "Please! You've got to help me!"
Mouri was still taken aback and tripped over his response, "Uh-! Ya! Wh-what do you need?"
The girl took another step forward, "Please! You've got to find Kira!"
Mori regained his composure and put a hand on the girl's shoulder and stared deeply into her eyes, "Do not worry my dear, I will take care of it personally"
Ran looked very happy that he'd accepted the case, as did the other girl, and Mouri seemed overflowing with confidence. Conan, however, was hit with the enormity of this case and seriously wondered if Mouri should be accepting it so casually.
Conan, an avid news watcher, was familiar with the reports of an abnormal number of felons dieing of heart-attacks. Though there were no signs indicating foul-play (no markings of the bodies or any poisons found in the autopsy) many people, some major news stations included, seemed to believe that these abnormal deaths where the work of "Kira", the name given to the person or group supposedly responsible. Many even believed that this was some sort of judgment from God.
Naturally, Conan had been following these news stories closely. A poison that could cause heart attacks that was untraceable...? His thoughts were taken back to the night he was drugged and it was as if he'd been struck by lighting. Wait a minute, didn't that man say his drug was untraceable...? Could the man in black have actually produced an untraceable drug that could cause heart attacks...?
Conan studied the girl as Mouri rambled on. He wondered it she had lost someone to Kira, and if so, it that person had been up for trail or if it was a cop, since supposedly, those who got close to this mysterious "Kira" all died mysterious deaths... Unbeknownst to Conan, Ran could see the wheels turning in his head and wounded how much he knew about Kira. She wouldn't have been surprised if the little boy knew more then she did, considering how much news he watched.
Finally, Mori concluded his reassuring speech and pulled out a notebook and a pencil, "So... What does this Kira person look like?"
Everyone in the room fell over in shock. Mori looked confused, "What? Is this Kira a pet...?"
Conan picked himself up off the ground and thought, "This could be even more problematic then I thought."
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Ta-DA! Another new story! I know I just made one but... *Guiltily sneaks a cookie out of the cookie jar* I couldn't resist! The story idea hit me the other day and I wound up writing the whole first chapter out during my break O_O I HAD TO! *Mounkey suddenly wonders how long she has to live*
Oh no! I can't go on! James! You have to...! Continue the story...! From...! Here...! *Mounkey dramatically falls to the ground and stops moving* (Maybe I should lay off the sugar...?)
