Clever Acts
A/N: This is the first time I've ever written a fanfic for Conan, especially a mystery one! I hope youenjoy, and please be nice!Read and review!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the characters I have created!
Act One
"Conan, don't you wanna go play on the seesaw over there?" Ran pointed at a seesaw with two kids sitting on them, laughing and shouting. The park was full, with loads of parents and children scurrying around. Conan and Ran sat on a bench drinking soft drinks.
Conan fell silent. Shinichi, come on, you have to say something! His mind barked. Conan quickly smiled at Ran's direction. Ran looked awkwardly at Conan.
"No its ok, I'm not finished with my drink anyway!" Conan spoke with his childish voice and grinned hastily. Ran looked confusedly at Conan. Conan almost always doesn't play with the kids of his age... Ran thought. She didn't know what was getting her to think this, but she knew that Conan was different.
"Well, I'm going to go get another drink ok, Conan? Stay here!" Ran spoke and walked towards the near Vending machine. Conan heaved a sigh of relief as he watched Ran walking away from him.
That was close! He thought and grasped onto his drink tightly. There was still a bit more of the drink left inside the can.
He noticed one of his shoelaces was getting off.
Sighing, he slowly got up, staggering a bit as he's foot struck a rock on the ground. He steadied himself and kicked the rock, an annoyed expression crossing on his face.
Stupid rock... he thought and crouched down to tie his shoelaces, putting the half empty soft drink beside him.
Something dark swept by him and he stopped. I've seen that before... he thought and looked around. There was no one suspicious nearby him who wore anything black.
Maybe I was imagining things... he thought, confused with himself and went back to tying his shoe when a swift movement caught him. Someone grabbed his hand and had put a small handkerchief over his mouth and nose. Conan struggled furiously under the person's iron grip but before long, unsteadiness crept over his body and darkness gripped him...
Ran came back carrying a coke to find Conan gone from the bench they were just sitting. Ran looked around strangely, scanning the area for Conan. He never went away like that. Something was wrong. Conan? Ran thought and something caught her eye.
Under the bench, the drink Conan was carrying when she left was on the ground, spilling juice on the ground. A pool was already decorating the park ground.
Oh my...! She thought frantically as she looked around again. There was no sign of Conan, or anyone who looked suspicious of carrying a little boy with them. Ran dropped the coke in horror. Conan... He's been kidnapped! The thought gave a chill down her spine.
You have to find him, Ran. First start by calling your father! He's a detective after all! Her head barked. Ran pulled her phone and started dialing when the phone rang. An anonymous caller was ringing into her phone. Her heart started to thump hard in her chest, she pressed the button on the cellphone to find out who it was.
"Hello Ran," a deep voice spoke into the phone. Ran jumped at the unknown person's voice. She heard a horrible chuckle from the speaker.
"W-Who are you?" she stammered.
"Who do you think? I kidnapped your 'boy', Missus!"
"Y-You?" Ran spoke. Anger was starting to burst in her mind. "Give Conan back or I'll-!"
"Or you will do what missus? You can't do anything see. Mr. Conan here would be dead before you know it," the man's voice snarled, like a lion might roar.
"What do you want with him?"
"That's simple. He's my hostage! You see, this little man is my key to richness! And all I need to do is demand you pay me the money I want."
"I would never!"
"Then the boy dies see!" the man hissed into the phone.
There was a pause from Ran.
"Alright. Bring me Conan now!"
"No. I didn't even tell you the cost of the money and you probably don't have it with you in that little purse of yours! Missus, you can't trick me. I'm watching you from a fair distance see?"
"Then I will-" Ran began.
"-Call the police? I know what you're thinking see. You're going to try to get me, aren't you? If you even try to press the numbers 119 (911 in America) on that phone, the boy dies see!"
Ran's heart froze. If she couldn't call the police, where could she get help?
Hattori Heiji
"Meet me at the same park your in, with the money. No one follows you and do not involve the police. Got me, Missus?" the cold voice snarled harshly on the phone.
"Ok... Bring Conan with you when I meet you here," Ran spoke.
The man hung up, the phone beeping.
Ran hung up as well and started dialing the phone number for Heiji-kun. The phone beeped slowly until someone caught it.
"Yes, this is Hattori Heiji?"
"Heiji-kun?"
"Ran-san? What's up?"
"You have to help me! Some kidnapper caught Conan!"
"What? Why didn't you-"
"I was going to but he threatened me! I don't want Conan to die!"
"Alright! Where are you now?"
"In a park, I don't know the name."
"What can you see?"
Ran looked around the park.
"A big playground."
"Got it, I'll be right there."
Conan stirred. He's vision was clouded and he's head was dizzy. Sweat was pouring on his face, making his hands clammy with sweat. He's hands and legs were tied tightly with rope. He's mouth wasn't gagged but he guessed if he talked, he will be. The kidnapper's eyes glanced at Conan. Conan's eyes slowly cleared, though the area around him still looked a bit foggy.
"You're awake then... Kudo Shinichi."
Conan froze at the sound of his real name spoken.
"How do you-?"
"-know your name? You must have guessed that name by now," the man spoke with an evil grin on his face.
"The Black Organization..." Conan muttered. The organization who shrunk him into this body and forced Shinichi to hide from them.
"Brilliant, detective. You aren't that stupid after all."
Conan glared at the kidnapper. "What do you want?"
"Hmmm, well, I just lied to your little girlfriend of yours. I asked for ransom for me to move on while you will be taken to my Boss see. I had no intention of giving you to your little princess see," the man hissed with a smile.
"What do they want from me?" Conan spoke. He eyed the criminal.
"My boss only gives orders. You're the detective, you should know!" the criminal snarled. Conan smiled to himself. He had just made his kidnapper irritated.
"Now shut up, hostage, or you die before you say another word!" he hissed and pulled out a sharp sleek looking silver pistol. Conan looked at it with wide eyes.
"Good!" the criminal spat and went back to whatever he was doing.
The area was dark, with the stench of alcohol lingering in the air. Little beam of light was coming from holes in the ceiling and on the walls. Conan looked at his kidnapper. The man was a rusty looking fellow. He wore a long dark leather coat that was as tall as he was. The man was wearing black shades on his face and a short black beard grew from his chin and under his mouth. The man's hair was hidden with a strange looking black cowboy hat, that didn't match the man's coat.
"Have you examined the place enough?" the man spoke.
Conan didn't answer. He only struggled a bit. His sweaty hands felt clammy as he struggled to get the rope off his hands.
"Stop struggling or I shoot you, Mister Kudo. I'd hate for you to miss your little treat," the man spoke. He took out a little box out of his jacket pocket. Conan watched as the man opened the little box, popping out one capsule.
"Are you trying to poison me again, criminal?" Conan spoke, eyeing the capsule, which was purple and white, in the criminal's hand.
Conan's kidnapper laughed out loudly. The cold laugh echoed through the room, giving chills down Conan's spine.
"Mr. Kudo, of course I'm not doing that! You thought I'd disobey my Boss's order? He would kill me, detective, along with you!" the criminal spoke and stepped closer. Conan wriggled back staying away from the man. He guessed whatever the capsule was for, it was there to do something or effect to his body.
The man came beside Conan, smiling evilly. The wall was behind him, which meant, he was trapped. The man forced Conan's mouth open, and put the capsule inside Conan's mouth. Conan struggled to spit it out but the man forced Conan's mouth shut, making the capsule to melt in Conan's mouth and swallowed with his saliva. "That's good, Detective."
The man was about to get up from Conan, who was eyeing the man, when he looked at Conan's watch. A grin curved on the criminal's face. "Nice watch, Mr. Kudo," he said as he turned Conan around, so he could look at the watch. The man turned it and pushed a button. He turned the watch around at Conan's back as a target popped out of the watch. No! he thought as he felt something sting him on the back. The world around him began to fall as darkness enveloped him.
The man watched the boy before him go limp as the watch/stun gun hit him with a little needle that went in his back. "Very nice watch."
Well, that's all for now! Hope you liked it! Pls R & R!