Hello, thanks for reading my story. Comments and reviews are awesome and welcome! Also, please if there are mistakes in here, please let me know in a PM. - MI
This is my first Song Fanfic that is based on any song. The song is Spiderwebs by No Doubt, even if you don't like the song itself, the lyrics push this story along.
The snow melted around a recently lit cigarette that was hastily thrown against the ground.
"What? Why can't we go on with the plan?" A deep hazy voice pressed. "I don't care how many people are around him right now, I need him dead if he knows about us, he's known about the organization for a few years now, his resistance is getting stronger and the FBI has even given a hand in this ordeal….yes….yes I know the circumstances" his tone got higher with every pause. "I don't need his opinion about this or yours either you secret keeping shrew." A snap came from his hands. A cell phone closed.
He shuffled around the inner pocket of his trench coat for another carton of cigarettes. Almost tearing off the filter he rapidly popped it into his mouth and lit it. A puff of steam squeezed through his lips along with a huge sigh. His pale hands reached again into his trench coat for a lower pocket, he reached for a picture that had been crumpled what looked like time and time again.
The picture had several people in it; a young girl took the center. She was closest to the camera, with a group of small kids behind her. The young copper haired child was looking back almost at the camera; the picture was taken without her knowing. In the back was the dreaded boy with glasses, a chubby darker boy, a little girl with a headband, and another little boy with short parted hair and freckles. He was staring back at the copper head with adoring eyes. The tall man smiled, smoke pouring out from in between his sharp teeth.
***
"Haibara come here for a second." A tiny voice ordered, the boy in glasses.
With eyes glazed over, her usual look on her face, she cooperated and stood next to him.
"That really wasn't that funny about what you said a few days ago. 'It's just someone else telling lies to the person they like while keeping their identity a secret' I'm laughing so hard right now." His face turned red with rage.
An equally as tiny smirk cracked her face. "Well a woman has to have her fun somehow." She gradually became mad nearing the end of her statement. "And trying to cover up most of your mistakes is becoming a real pain." She glared. "Do you know how much trouble we are causing for these children just by being in their presence? We've had their snipers and assassins out to kill us. Hell, we've had the whole organization on the rooftop ready for an assault on Mouri." Her voice came out in a frustrated rush of a whisper.
The freckled boy turned away from the girl and larger boy. "Hey Haibara-san, Conan-kun." He managed to squeeze into their fight.
Conan and Haibara froze in harmony. "Hey, hey Mitsuhiko-kun, don't scare me like that." His eyes darted around, in a nervous frenzy; Haibara shrugged and tried to yawn her awful impression of one.
"I was just wondering…" he fiddled with his fingers. "I asked my parents if we could go to the amusement park tomorrow, they said it'd be alright if I took a few people."
Haibara glanced over to Conan with a devilish grin. "Too scared to go Kudo? Some bad memories, possibly?"
"No thanks to you!" his teeth gritted together. "Sure I don't think we're doing anything are we Haibara?" he said in a vengeful tone.
Mitsuhiko clapped his hands together "Good. I don't think it's too far from here, so we can walk right?"
Haibara theatrically played along and agreed with Mitsuhiko, enjoying her sweet revenge.
"Great! Then I'll come by Mr. Mouri's office tomorrow."
***
The snow had ceased falling as heavily as it had the previous days, breaths were no longer visible, and there were streams of fresh water from small piles of snow that melted easily due to their size. Haibara sat on the couch with a warm tea in her hands, Conan on the opposite couch crossing his arms, both waiting for Mitsuhiko. The tea lightly burnt Haibara's lips when it was tilted into her mouth, it was a good drink for someone that cold minded.
Conan tensed to try and stay still. His muscles twitched with agitation. "Haibara," he burst the silence into pieces. "Are you sure that I should even show my face at that damned place?! The guards most likely remember me, for the police covered the other case. A little child with faint confusion, bleeding from the eyes and clothes many sizes too big." His legs crossed on top of the couch with his elbow on his knee, with his palm supporting his face. "Thanks for everything Haibara." He pouted.
She took the tea away from her lips and placed it down on the table in front of her. "Oh lighten up Kudo. The kid just wants to take us away from all of the dead bodies that have been stacking up. Plus," her voice lightened up. "Since we aren't the one organizing this, we won't have anyone following us. Consider this a real day off from work." She went to go continue until a doorbell rang throughout the office building. "Now please, just lighten up for once." Her mouth faded into a light smile that gave out a warm radiance of sincerity.
Mitsuhiko waited patiently at the door to be opened by either one of the two. The doorknob turned, Conan followed by Haibara came walking out with no winter gear expect a jacket. Mitsuhiko steppe to the side to let Haibara pass, like the gentleman he was, treating all women with respect.
"So are we all ready to go guys?" He smiled.
Haibara nodded with the same warm smile, only once in a good mood. Conan walked beside Mitsuhiko who was in the middle of their little formation that they without thought, walked into.
"So," Conan finally opened his mouth. "Why not invite Genta or Ayumi?"
Mitushiko's thoughts paused. It took a while for him to make sound. "Well…they are still my friends and I know that, but." He gathered his words. "They really aren't that mature as you guys, they think that stuff like ghosts exist and that everything that you can't explain normally is supernatural. You guys are different; you guys don't act your own age."
Conan tried to be serious and be thankful for what was meant as a comment, without making fun of the thought of "not acting their own age". It worked really both ways, one being their physical younger age, and their older, real age in their heads.
"Thanks, I guess." He forced out of his mouth. She reached around Mitsuhiko's back and slapped the back of Conan's head.
***
The amusement park, Tropical Land, was not too far from the office. In fact, their small bodies had plenty of breath and life still whirling inside, only to be taken out and replaced with adrenaline.
The Mystery Coaster lay in plain sight in Horror Land; however, between Conan's not so fond first meeting with the men in black and Mitsuhiko's ride abuse from Ayumi, it was avoided quite well. The fast pace of the rides took off a large amount of stress the two had accumulated through the bloody work. The force melted all bad thoughts out of their souls and body. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.
"Wow, Mitsuhiko! That was really fun I'd have to say." Energy returning into Conan's face, "we should definitely do this again sometimes and act like we really shou-" he stopped a bit too late in his sentence. "Time, please go back, this one might actually catch on…" he regretted.
Mitsuhiko looked up dumbfounded, "Conan, you're acting a lot different than you do near the rest of us. Is there something bothering you?"
"N-no….not really." He covered as they continued walking into the minigame section of the amusement park.
Stalls and stalls of shooting and ball tossing games lined with cheaply made toys. The buildings were closer together which pressed for space. The billboards advertising their games were being lit with bright neon bars that shone slightly in the growing dark. They had been inside Tropical Land for a while, fun had taken its toll and time flew by. The shadows grew larger and darker in between stalls and buildings.
Conan began to faze into a soulless puppet, following Haibara and Mitsuhiko though crowds of people. Even if there were many costumers crowding around for games, he could see straight through them, into an alley that was almost pitch black by now. Memories that were erased with fun had rushed in like a high tide in a once lit cave. His head started to pound and his heart tore his insides.
"Conan! Are you ok?" Mitsuhiko rushed to his side.
Haibara looked around at what he was last looking at. She had heard his story many times again. That was the "fated" alley. "Maybe we should call it a day, I don't Conan has been outside much in the last few days, he needs to rest." Her suggestion turned more into an order with her tone.
***
They left in quite a rush, Haibara was quite the dictator when it came to anything related to the pill.
Mitsuhiko was sent home as politely as she could ask. He didn't feel too great about leaving so much earlier than he had hoped. He had finally found some people that were much more mature that Genta and Ayumi and they didn't so much as brush him off for thinking he was smarter than the average person.
He sat on his bed staring up at his ceiling. Lost in his thoughts, only one sound made him move, a ringing phone. His feet couldn't leave the foot of his bed faster. His hopes climbed as he thought Conan would call for a chat of intellectual topics, at least to Mitsuhiko's extent.
"Hello?" his voice rang through the empty sound at the other end. It took a while for the person to respond. "Did you have fun at the amusement park, or did something happen?"
Mitsuhiko dropped the phone onto the floor; it was not Conan or Haibara. Much more far off, it was a shady voice that was low, menacing and muffled.
Next Chapter: Mitsuhiko, as part of the Detective Boys, explains what happens and what to do. Never before had anything like this happen to such an innocent child. What has he done to deserve this?
The web is being spun like an invisible net around the unsuspecting prey, not knowing they are being caught. The web soon solidifies into a fortress of guilt and pressure. How will Mitsuhiko free himself?
Author's Note- I will edit this more tomorrow, for it is officially 12:01 on a school night...or is it that day already?