The Deal

Gosho Aoyama respectively owns Detective Conan

AN: Hey, so this is my new story. School is starting soon, so I may not be able to update as much as I want. I want this story to be an AU (Alternate Universe) So, no Conan. (I love Conan, but I want it to not be about the Chibi). I'm not sure where I want to go with this story, but I like to surprise myself, so meh :) . I'm planning on making this short and sweet, so, if not, you are permitted to slap me. Also, please tell me if this chapter seems a bit OOC... Please enjoy!

(Shinichi, six years old)

Shinichi stood in his backyard, wearing a pair of his father's old glasses and a fake mustache. On the grass was one of his mother's blue dresses stuffed with a pillow and covered in red powder. The pillow was wearing a taped on smiley face and one of his mother's red wigs. His parents were indoors, watching the latest award show.

"It can only be one person," Shinichi paced, using trying to make his voice sound deeper, "YOU!" He shouted dramatically, pointing at the air behind the pillow woman. He quickly ripped off the glasses and mustache, wincing, and then flung himself to the ground in a pitiful manner.

"Where's your proof, Detective?" He growled at the spot he recently was before. He sped back up, hastily shoving the disguise back on. He paced around the pillow woman, a smirk on his face.

"Why, if I am correct, it should still be on you."

Culprit Shinichi paled, "Is it now?"

"Yes of course. I know because you used your right hand to pick up your own cup an hour before Anita-san was murdered. But, after, you used your left hand to pick up the receiver to phone the police."

"If that's all your evidence, Detective, then you are sorely mistaken."

"Am I? Then, by all means, lick your fingers right now. I could also check your pocket for the bag of rat poison you hid so well."

Culprit Shinichi slumped his shoulders, bowing his head, "She was going to leave me. Leave me for that money hoarding jerk Homura-san." He growled. Detective Shinichi glowered at Culprit Shinichi.

"What a foolish reason to kill your-" Shinichi snapped into the present when he heard the gate to the backyard open.

"Dad?" He turned around, still wearing the glasses and mustache. He paled for real when he saw someone he didn't know.

"Are you a friend of Dad's?" Shinichi asked, taking off the costume. The man glanced at the pillow woman and then back at Shinichi. He grinned.

"What amazing acting that was, little boy," The man's voice was deep and throaty. He had shaggy brown hair and was wearing a red bandanna underneath a baseball cap.

"I could have sworn there were two people here. It sounded like someone actually died. I was just checking to see what happened." Shinichi backed away from the man, realizing how close they were.

"Are you a friend of Dad's?" He repeated, a hint of fear in his voice. The man stepped closed, shrilly whistling. Another, bigger man stepped in. He's gotta be bigger than our tree! The big man grinned at Shinichi.

"Yeah, we're friends of Kudo-san. Is he home?" Shinichi frowned. He doesn't sound friendly...

The man's smile twitched. Shinichi caught it. He opened his mouth to scream for his parents.

(Yusaku)

"DAAAAAAAAAAD! MOOOOOOOM!" Yusaku jumped off the couch at the sudden scream. Yukiko was already speeding towards the backyard's sliding door. Yusaku was right behind his wife when they heard Shinichi scream again. Yukiko wrenched open the door, only to be grabbed by a thick pair of hands. Yusaku glowered at the two men holding weapons to his son and wife's heads.

The thin one with a bandanna on grinned, holding a knife to Shinichi's throat with one hand while the other was wrapped around his waist. The big one had a gun to Yukiko's head, holding her arms behind her back.

"Good afternoon, Kudo-san." The thin one smiled pleasantly. Yusaku glared at him.

"Orihojo-kun. What do I owe this pleasant surprise?" His face was hard, but his voice was calm.

"We were wondering if you would agree to follow up on that idea we were chatting about earlier. You have a beautiful wife and adorable son, by the way. Why don't you introduce us." Shinichi looked like he was trying hard not to move, while Yukiko looked like she was trying hard not to bite her captor.

"They have nothing to do with this. Let them go." Yusaku said, pointedly. Bandana pressed the knife closer to Shinichi's flesh, forcing out a gasp.

"Please," He flashed another grin, "I'd like to get to know them."

Yusaku cleared his throat, "This is my lovely wife, Yukiko," He nodded to his wife stiffly, " And my son, Shinichi. He's six. Only a child." Yusaku emphasized. The big man snorted. Another man, tall and elderly this time, stepped through the gate. If it were even possible, Yusaku narrowed his eyes deeper at the newcomer.

"So, this is your doing." Yusaku glowered. The newcomer stepped between his henchmen, placing a hand on Shinichi's head and on Yukiko's shoulder.

"Oh, what a lovely family you have, Kudo-san." He said. His voice was surprisingly rich for his appearance. He grabbed a fistful of Shinichi's hair, wrenching his head up, while digging his nails into Yukiko's shoulder, "It would be a pity if something were to happen to them. How about taking that offer? I know you like to stick to the side of your so-called 'Good guys', but this is a once-in-a-life-time deal. We need your brains. And don't just say you're a lowly author. I've seen the cases you've worked on. The perfect one for the job."

"Get your hands off my family." Yusaku gritted his teeth. The old man only smiled, ignoring Yusaku, and said, "They would sell for some pretty prices. The boy has very pretty blue eyes and dark hair. The woman would make a nice serving maid for a rich master, or even a lovely prostitute. I could do it. And you know the highest bidders are usually the most twisted. I would hate to see some young beauties go to waste. So, do we have a deal?"

Yusaku's shoulders slumped. This was his family, he couldn't involve them.

"I'll do it. Let them go." The old man grinned sardistically, signalling his men to release Yukiko and Shinichi. Shinichi, once released, ran behind his father's legs. Yukiko, on the other hand, slapped the big man before hiding behind her husband.

"Honey, don't do this..." She whispered in his ear, ushering Shinichi between them.

"I have to... I'll find a way out. Just, for now... I'll do what they want."

"Little boy," The old man grinned at Shinichi. Yusaku and Yukiko glared at him, "You're Shinichi-kun, right?" He then looked at Yusaku with sharp, green eyes, " Take care of your family, Kudo-san. If you fail me, I come for them." With that, he and his men left the backyard and closed the gate behind them.

AN: Soo... :) sketchy yeah?What's this deal? Who are these people? And what do they need Yusaku so desperately for? You'll have to find out in the next chapter! See you next time!