Hey people! Sorry that it usually takes me so long to update, I don't always have access to the internet... P.S. I don't know if this is what you meant, but at least I tried! -.-'
Sessho smirked down at Connan's shocked expression, and ruffled his hair.
"Hey, Rachel, I'm going to go get some lunch, do you guys want to come?" She asked, smiling as if she hadn't said anything at all to Conan. He just couldn't figure this girl out!! At their eager nods, Sessho smiled widely, and led them down to the nearby diner. It was where Conan had solved a case before... interesting.
"Hey, Rachel," They heard someone call from the other side of the diner. Looking around, they saw Michel, who waved from a corner booth. Smiling, the two girls dragged Conan with them over to his table.
"Hi, Michel," Rachel smiled.
"Hey, Rachel," He smiled back. "Who's your friend?" he asked curiously. Sessho smiled awkwardly at him.
"Sorry, this is Sessho, she lives next door to us." Rachel smiled, putting an arm on Sessho's shoulder. Sessho waved awkwardly, smiling sheepishly.
"Hi," Michel smiled smoothly. "I'm Michel," He offered his hand. But when she took it, instead of shaking her hand, he kissed it, making her blush a pretty red. With one of his lips twitching, Conan kicked him in the shin.
"Do you do that to every girl you meet?" He complained, watching Michel cry out in pain. Smiling in that motherly fashion again, Sessho ruffled his hair.
"Awww, Conan, it's so cute that you care! But I'm alright, there's no need to go around kicking people in the shin anymore, okay?"
"Hey, why don't you sit down with me?" Michel offered, pulling Sessho to sit down next to him. Shrugging, Sessho motioned for Conan and Rachel to sit as well.
"So what happened to your leg, Sessho?" he asked curiously as a news report of a hit-and-run accident came on the little TV on the counter.
Sessho smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck. "Well, I um, got in the way of someone who was trying to murder Rachel, Conan, and Richard... but I'm fine, there's nothing to worry about." She smiled brightly. Well, that was confusing, a severed muscle is nothing to worry about, huh? Conan shook his head. Confusing woman...
"Hey, Sessho, do you know why that man wanted to kill us?" Conan asked curiously. Putting a finger to her chin, the silver-haired girl thought about it, but shook her head in defeat.
"I don't really know, Conan. I think he may have... no, that's just stupid..." She frowned, but then smiled. "I just don't know! Do you think the "Great Detective Serena" would help me out to find out why?" That's odd, the other day, she was ranting on about how Serena couldn't detect her way to the bathroom without help. What's with the change in opinion? It almost seems like she's trying to protect us from someone by not getting us involved...
"But, Sessho, why don't you have Richard try to figure it out? I mean, he is the famous detective Moore." Conan reasoned. Sessho tilted her head curiously.
"Why? A detective is a detective no matter how famous. I think it might be best if it was someone who wouldn't look suspiscious doing it, anyway. What I'm guessing is that someone had payed that man to do it, and if Mr. Moore was looking into it, he might feel the need to speed up his attempts and/or try harder to get the job done. I would have thought you would have thought of that already, Conan."
She was right! How could he have over-looked something so simple? But she knew something, he had a gut feeling that she had a theory of why or who, and she was with-holding it. But why? That was what he couldn't figure out. If she knew something, and was trying to protect them, why wouldn't she tell him? She knew who he was, so why not tell him? Was there someone listening in?
Looking around, he saw a blond woman leaving, whom Sessho seemed to be watching out of the corner of her eye, still managing to be in tune with the convesation. Deciding ot investigate for himself, he got up and ran after the woman, who had just dropped her bag.
Picking it up, he grinned at her. "Here you go, lady! You dropped your purse!" But she only frowned down at him, and snatched it away. Conan noticed that Sessho stood up as soon as he had ran toward the woman, and followed him worriedly.
"Conan! I'm sure she would've been just fine picking it up herself! Obviously, she didn't want anyone to touch it! Now, don't do that again!" She sounded genuinely worried, which only served to confuse him all the more.
Sessho put one of the crutches onto her back, and picked Conan up with one arm, quickly carrying him back to the table. The woman snorted and left the diner after shooting a glare in Sessho's direction. Sessho frowned and sat Conan back down, before sitting down, herself.
"Do you know that lady, Sessho?" Conan asked curiously. Sessho shook her head, and was about to say something, before stopping, and looking around, and then under the table.
"Get away from the table!" She shouted suddenly, pulling Michel away from it as Rachel and Conan got away from it as well. For a moment, there was a deadly calm. It was like the calm before the storm; you knew something big was coming, but it wasn't there just yet.
All of a sudden, the table exploded, sending blocks of wood and flames flying everywhere. Rachel and Conan, being the furthest away, could only feel the immense heat, while Sessho rolled on top of Michel, taking a blow to the head from a block of wood. As she got onto her forearms, she skilfully pushed Michel so hard away from her that he rolled all the way to the front doors, while another blast blew her into what used to be the counter.
Debris from the ceiling began to cave in around her, blazing as the rest of the place was.
"Sessho!" Her three friends chorused as firemen began to extinguish most of the fire, and run in to look for survivors.
After they had pulled Sessho out, and were looking her over, one of the medics tending to her got up solemnly, and took off his hat.
"I'm sorry, your friend doesn't look so good for her. She'll last another hour at best, but... she's going to die."