A/N: Okay so this is my first attempt at a case closed fic. I used their american names just cause I'm used to them. Sorry if the characters are OOC. Enjoy!
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Harley was sitting in his room with the radio turned all the way up. On a clear night, he could get a few different channels and lucky for him, the weather in Osaka was usually nice. One song in particular only came on every now and again and the lyrics were so memorable to him that by the time he heard the song a third time, he knew it by heart and couldn't help but singing along.
"I used ta love the tenderloin 'til I made some tender coin. Then I met some ladies from Marin. We took the highway ta the one up the coast to catch some sun, that left meh with these blisters on my skin.Dunno what I was on but I think it grows in Oregon. So I kept on goin', goin' on right through. I drove inta Seattle rain, fell in love then missed the train that could've took me right back home ta ya'. I've been high, I've been low,I've been yes and I've been oh, hell no, I've been rock 'n' roll and disco. Won't ya' save me San Francisco?" Harley sang at the top of his voice when all of a sudden a second voice filled the air.
"If this video finds it's way to the internet, you're gonna need a little more the San Francisco to save your sorry ass." said the 'seven' year old detective, Conan Edogawa.
"Oi, Kudo, how long have ya been standin' there?" Harley asked, ready to punch Conan in the jaw.
"Long enough to know you missed a train and have something against being saved by Argentina." Conan smirked closing his phone, "I've also been here long enough to film the whole thing as well as send it to everyone on my phone."
"Kudo, Imma kill ya', then kill ya again, then tell everyone you were in an accident, then when you're ghost comes back to kick my ass, I kill ya' again." Harley said coldly as Conan laughed until he fell over. Looking up and seeing Harley's face redder then a tomato, Conan took off down the hall way.
"DON'T HURT ME, I'M JUST A KID!" He screamed as an infuriated Harley tore after him.
A/N: Oh Conan, you're evil. Ha, anyway so, I heard this song once at a concert and learned the lyrics pretty fast. That was 'Save me San Francisco' by Train. It was stuck in my head and I thought this would be funny. Anyway, I'm thinking of making a Conan and Harley multi ch fic, not a slash. Tell me what ya think. THANKS FOR READING! Oh and here are the lyrics without the accent:
"I used to love the tenderloin until I made some tender coin. Then I met some ladies from Marin. We took the highway to the one up the coast to catch some sun, that left me with these blisters on my skin.Don't know what I was on but I think it grows in Oregon. So I kept on going, going on right through. I drove into Seattle rain, fell in love then missed the train that could have took me right back home to you. I've been high, I've been low,I've been yes and I've been oh, hell no, I've been rock 'n' roll and disco. Won't you save me San Francisco?