Disclaimer;
Not mine, not mine, not miiine!
So I've decided that Haibara and Iggy are probably going to be a future couple...ish...
Whether it will develop past secret affection is a secret for you. -grins-
Ashimattack- Lawl, I so agree. Iggy needs more screentime in MR...big time. I will continue writing it, I have big plans for this fanfiction I just hope other people will like it. Yes, the other characters are from Detective Conan. Also, the whole teen changing into a small child thing is from Detective Conan. (the main plot of that particular anime) If you like mystery, anime and action I really suggest that you watch that show. It's very good. :3
Detective Thief- ZOMFG! DARKEH! -glomps- Niichan? Oh, right. XP I noticed that today as well while watching a Heiji episode. Thankies for the tip.
NOTES:
Oba-san means Auntie or Lady
Oji-san means Uncle or Man
Otou-san is Father
Chapter Three- A Murder of Gunpowder and Rust
Detective Mouri quickly got ready and was down the stairs only moments after declaring his vow to solve this case. Shinichi shoved me forward, and caught me a little off guard. "Come on! We need to keep up or we'll get left behind!" He hissed in my ear. I blinked and felt a twinge of confusion.
I managed to scramble into the taxi a heartbeat before Ran and Shinichi followed me. Mouri was settled into the seat before he seemed to even take note of us, "What? You guys are coming again too? And you've brought that new freeloader as well...tch..."
"Don't complain so much." Ran chastised, the tone of her voice made me think that she was either very used to this situation or bored with what was going on entirely. "Conan-kun and I come to your cases all the time. It's only fair if we bring Iggy-kun along as well."
The two began bickering, and I took this as a chance to lean in closer to Shinichi. "Shinichi-kun..." I hissed, he tensed up considerably at that and covered my mouth. Really I doubt anybody else in the car would have even noticed if it weren't for the way he reacted. Now I could feel Ran and Mouri's gazes on me. "Mmmmf!"
"We're playing a game!" Shinichi said chipperly. The moment seemed to have passed and Shinichi hissed furiously in my ear, "That's Conan-kun baka! Do you want them to find out about what happened to us? Sheesh..."
This confused me. I had already guessed that Shinichi was using his fake name to decieve these people, but there seemed to be a bit more urgency in it than just staying out of an embarassing situation. The thing I needed to know was how Ran was connected to Shinichi...did she know only Conan or had she known Shinichi before he was changed into a child like me? "Who is Ran to you?" I queried.
I was entirely amused by this reaction. He didn't reply for a long time, not because he was serious and pondering about it hard or anything. No, it was because he was clearly embarassed. He COULD have replied, heck I'm sure he was trying as hard as he could TO reply. However he couldn't seem to get the words out. "Wh-wh-who she is to me?"
"Yes...does she know Shinichi-kun?" I queried, "Or is she just Conan-kun's older sister?"
He paused for a moment, and I realized that he was listening to Ran and Mouri argue. Making sure that they were paying no attention to us. Finally he whispered very softly, "You remember that I told you that when I went to an amusement park to a friend this happened to me? Ran was that friend...we've...been...friends since we were kids."
"Or more than friends?" I said, with a slight smirk. I hadn't missed the hesitation when he said the word 'friend'. This comment finally attracted attention to us, and I heard them cease in the conversation. "So? Why haven't you told her the truth...if she was there with you when everything happened..."
"SHHHH!" Shinichi hissed, sounding desperate to cut my conversation off. Again, something that wasn't very bright on his part. I'd have to point out somehow that doing that just made things worse. He laughed nervously, and I could imagine that he was probably looking at Ran and Mouri.
"What are you two talking about?" Ran asked, I could hear the smile in her voice. Shinichi struggled to come up with something to cover up our conversation when I noticed that the car was going to come to a stop. Good, I hate riding in cars. The space is too confined and I have a hard time figuring out where I am.
"Ooooh...it's big!" Shinichi said, putting on that slightly creepy little kid's voice. That was also something I was going to have to talk to my new companion about. That happened to give me the creeps a little bit to be honest with you. Blech. "Oji-san, Ran-neechan is this where that Oba-san lives?"
"My name is Karakura Minami little one." The woman said, obviously startling Shinichi. Me? I'd heard her walking up on us from almost a mile away I swear. High-heeled shoes make a lot of noise on gravel. I hopped out of the car and leaned against the fender.
"How big is it Conan-niichan?" I queried. I guessed that the sun had already set, it was particularly cool out right now and I didn't smell any rain or snow in the air. Otherwise I may have been able to figure out the approximate size of the building by gauging what time it was an if we were standing in shadow. As it was...
"Eh?" Shinichi sounded confused for a moment. I blinked at him calmly, waiting for it to sink in. Sometimes it's rather amusing to observe people who forget about certain things. They tend to feel really embarassed or bad about it for some reason. I honestly can't imagine why. I'd rather have people forget I was blind more often then stumble around me trying to make up for the fact that I can't see. Still, it kind of was bad acting for him since he was supposed to be my older brother and all. "Oh! It's got at least two floors, and that's not considering a basement. It's pretty wide too..."
"There are thirty rooms inside the home." Karakura said, ruffling my hair. I didn't like that much, something about her bothered me. She was on edge...not like she was worried about something so much as expecting it. I wondered if I should ask something when Shinichi piped up with fake child-like curiousity.
"Are you waiting for something Oba-san? You keep glancing at your watch." Shinichi's chipper voice seemed to strike a cord in the woman, she recoiled away from me as if she had been slapped. I blinked at that. What was so bad about a little kid asking you why you kept looking at your watch? She was weird...
I started at the sound of a ringtone. Hey, I was deep in thought alright and it seemed to come out of nowhere. Karakura let out an embarassed laugh and I heard her rummaging through her purse. "Where? Oh! It's a text message from my husband...he says he's home now...I suppose I had no need of your service Mouri-sama..."
I lifted my head and looked in the direction of the house. Something...was bothering me. A sound. I couldn't quite pinpoint it at first but then I realized what it was. The sound of a flame, of somebody striking a match. I barely had a moment to register this, because the next thing I knew the entire world was ablaze.
An explosion rocked the area, and I was thrown back into Shinichi who must have fallen against Ran. Everybody hit the ground, and I covered my head with my arms to protect myself from any fallen rubble. There was the crunch of gravel somewhere to my left. Karakura shrieked, and her screams were suddenly cut off very abruptly. I lifted my head and kept my face shielded. "Karakura-san? Miss? Are you alright?"
"Stay down Iggy-kun..." Ran told me, forcing my head down. "Rubble is still falling around us. I don't want you to get hurt."
We stayed still for a moment, and then Mouri was scrambling to his feet. The man was swearing like a sailor, and I could imagine that he was looking around for something. After a moment I heard him toss something to Ran, "Call the fire department and an ambulance." The man ground out.
"She's dead." Shinichi said, and I wondered how the guy was able to convince these people that he was merely a child. There was nothing child-like in his tone at all. It was curt and clipped. The tones of a professional, not of a little boy who just watched a woman die before his very eyes. Me? I felt a little sick to my stomach. She'd just been alive a few seconds ago...and I was pretty sure I heard the moment when she died.
"Some of the rubble must have struck her in the head." Mouri deducted. I rolled my eyes. No really? What else do you think it could be? I blinked as I heard him turn toward the manor, "She said her husband was inside...perhaps I should-"
Whatever he had been about to say was broken off as another explosion sent him flying back. This time I was in the way, and I let out a little choked sound as he crushed on top of me. The guy did not smell very pleasant either, in case anybody was very curious. Like a mixture of beer, sweat and shame. Blech.
"Geroff!" I growled, lifting him up and tossing him away. Bird-kids are super strong remember? Only thing is, I forgot about that little tidbit. Technically a kid my size shouldn't have been able to lift a full-grown man off of me. I didn't have much trouble with it but...I nervously hopped back to hide behind Ran. "Somebody died and he squished me. I want to go home!"
I think I deserve an award or something. Ran pulled me into a gentle hug, and I heard Shinich growl something under his breath. How much do you want to bet that the guy was practically writhing in jealousy at the moment? Still, I was feeling a little claustrophobic so I pushed away from Ran after a moment. I couldn't lie either, I didn't like how things had happened so far.
Ten minutes later and I was about thirty times more claustrophobic than I think I've ever been in my entire life. First the fire department came. They were working hard to extinguish the flames. Part of me didn't want them to go out. I realized that it would be bad for a home to burn, don't get me wrong. It's just...fire is so alive. It's almost a shame to quench it.
Then, in the midst of all the running back and forth by several fire men, the police showed up. Despite the fact that there was a freakin' dead body, everybody who came up to Mouri so far just HAD to take a look at me for some reason. By the time a heavy-set man (I could tell by his footsteps) called Inspector Megure showed up I think everybody had my fake background story down.
"So this is the new kid, Iggy-kun." Inspector Megure rumbled. There was something about him that...well, I don't say this often but I liked the guy instantly. There was...he had an air of protectiveness. Not like a father, I wouldn't really know that. The only 'father' I ever had was Jeb and...well let's just not get into that for now. He just made me feel comfortable. I got the feeling that he was the kind of guy who was strong enough to face a hard job like being a police officer. Or an Inspector I suppose. "Just don't let him get in the way."
"I can find my own way around sir." I said, giving him a grin. "Even though I'm blind I can get around pretty easy."
"Yes...that's a bit odd isn't it?" Shinichi whispered, probably to himself really. I blinked. Did he...suspect me of something? I remembered how I had shoved Mouri off of me so easily and let out a nervous laugh so he would know I had overheard his speculations.
"So you find yourself with another unfortunate victim of your jinx." Megure said, sounding a little suspicious and irritable. Mouri stuttered nervously under that and I blinked in confusion. What was THAT particular statement supposed to mean? Wasn't he some sort of detective anyways?
"We have a tendency to stumble on dead bodies..." Shinichi said, and I thought I actually heard a bit of guilt in his voice. What was that all about? So they had a bad habit of stumbling across the dead...did Shinichi somehow think it was his fault? I wondered what I could say, he didn't exactly seem like that type of guy that was often superstitious so this must have been something that really bothered him. Louder he said, "Do you know how the fire started yet Inspector?"
"No, not yet Conan-kun." The man said, as though he were used to a little kid actually asking a question about a crime-scene. Again, I would have to point out to Shinichi that he was doing an awful job at acting. Something told me that when he got into a case he focused most of his attention on that though. Wait...
"Sh-...erm, Conan-niichan." I hissed, noticing that when I started to say his actual name he was tensing up. "Earlier you said that Mouri-sama was famous...the sleeping sleuth. He's kind of baka...don't tell me that he actually figures out cases. You've got your hand in this somewhere...don't you?"
He seemed startled that I had guessed. Somebody who was blind could have seen that he was trying to find clues to this case. Hey, look at that, must be why I could have guessed right? "Yes...I'll explain that later Iggy-kun. For now please let's not talk about this while we're in public."
"I still think you should tell her." I replied, and left it at that. There was little reason for me to dwell on the matter further. I walked away from the crimescene to stand near the front of one of the cars. I was, to be completely honest with you, pretty bored. Is that awful of me? To say I was bored in a place somebody died? I didn't mean it like that, but it wasn't like it was murder.
But that crunch of gravel... I thought, blinking my eyes against the smoke. For some reason that was bothering me. It stuck out, but why? I wandered away and was suddenly caught by my shoulder. I wrenched away automatically, ready to fight. The startled laugh that sounded caught me a little off guard.
"Oh, hold on there boy-kun." A man said, "I'm officer Takagi, and I mean you know harm. You were just about to walk on top of our victim though. You are the new little boy living with Mouri-tantei right?"
I felt a flush of embarassment, along with a little wave of nasuea. I'd almost walked on a corpse? That was...a tad bit disturbing. I jerked with surprise as I heard the sound of somebody approaching. That crunch on gravel...it sounded a lot like the one I'd heard during the explosion. I looked over in that direction sharply. Okay, not really LOOKED but I turned my head that way.
"Wh-what has happened here?" I heard the panicked voice of a young woman. I'm going to peg my guess to be...mmm...between twenty and twenty-four years old. "My home, my...my mother! What is going on! Mother! Get up!"
"Are you the young Karakura?" Takagi asked, stepping away from me to hold the woman back. "There has been an incident, your house was...it may have been bombed."
"BOMBED? Where is my father? What's happened?" She yelled, and then she passed out. Her body hit the gravel with a loud crunch and Takagi let out a yelp as he scrambled to make sure she was alright. I hardly noticed as Shinichi walked over to stand next to me.
"Interesting...the wound that killed her is on the back of her head and yet she is facing the mansion. It does not look as though she was killed from falling debris from that area...rather..." Shinichi stopped talking to think I'm assuming. Sometimes not being able to see can be very annoying. Still, as he spoke I felt a cold chill seep through my bones.
"We were all here during the explosion." I said, trying to calm myself down. Surely somebody hadn't been murdered with us so close that we could witness it? Shinichi started as this seemed to pull him out of his reverie. There was a pause and then he laughed making me blink in surprise.
"Sorry, I was shaking my head and then I realized that was a bit pointless Iggy-kun." Shinichi said, I coughed as some rubble landed on my nose. Did he run a hand through his hair or something? Gross, hair rubble on my nose. "The explosion would provide almost the perfect excuse to commit murder. Think about it Iggy-kun. Not only would the death be easily written off as an accident but any nearby witnesses would be distracted by shielding their eyes from the blast, otherwise they would go blind..."
He stopped as though considering something. "Like me. I shielded my eyes because of debris but that doesn't matter because I normally can't see. But I can HEAR. I can tell the difference between footsteps and falling debris...I think you're right Shinichi-kun. I...I think that Karakura-san was murdered. And I might be the only real witness."
"The fire is out." Shinichi suddenly said, and shoved me toward the building. At least, I'm pretty sure that's the way I was getting shoved, since it smelled like smoke. "Come on Iggy-kun we have to go investigate. Hurry, before somebody spots us and figures out where we're going."
"Oi, oi, you sound like a little kid trying to steal from a cookie jar." I said, feeling a little amused. My stomach was still churning sickeningly. A murder. A murder and I was the witness to it. How lucky for poor Karakura-san, that the witness to her death would be a blind mutant. Just freakin' great.
I felt the gravel change to grass underfoot. It was easy to tell when we got to the house, but Shinichi stopped before going inside. There was a sick smell in the air that I couldn't pinpoint. It was sour, but sweet at the same time. It made my stomach churn and I heard the rustling of cloth. The smell got even stronger and I covered my mouth, "What IS that, it smells worse than a dead Eraser."
"Eh?" Shinichi said, sounding confused. He swept by my comment anyways and said, "That's the smell of burned flesh. There is one more body...Karakura's husband did not survive the explosion."
"You expected him too?" I said, feeling ill. I uncovered my nose and sniffed at the air. I blinked twice, "Shinichi-kun...do you smell that? That's gunpowder again I'm-"
Suddenly our heads were cracked together. I jerked away clutching at my head desperately and heard Shinichi let out the most childish sound I'd ever heard him make. The funny thing is, I think he was only half pretending with it. My eyes watered considerably and I rubbed the spot where we'd bonked heads together. "Ojii-san!"
"You two shouldn't be nosing around here." Mouri growled, sounding incredibly irrated. I could feel him glaring at me, and I would have totally stuck my tongue out at him if it weren't for the fact that I was a teensy bit scared he'd use Shinichi's hard head as a weapon on me again. "You'll mess things up."
"But Iggy-kun smelled some gunpowder, didn't you Iggy-kun?" Shinichi said, coming over and tapping me lightly on the nose. Something that I found incredibly irritating. I rubbed at my nose and seriously considered ditching him in his stupid effort to get that detective to notice this clue. Was it a clue? Well...duh! The house freakin' exploded after all.
"Gunpowder?" Mouri said, and leaned down and sniffed the body. Now I don't have much of a squeamish factor but THAT is something I don't think I will ever be doing any time soon. The mere thought made me feel a little sick, especially since the person happened to be fried chicken right now. (Though I'd probably make a better fried chicken than him considering that I'm half bird hahaha...bad joke, sorry.) "Interesting..."
"Do the firemen know what caused the explosion?" Shinichi asked, all cheerful innocence. Mouri seemed a little irritated by this, and I stifled a snort of laughter as Shinichi let out another yelp of pain. Something told me he got clobbered again. "Owwww!"
"That's no concern of yours." Mouri said, and he walked away laughing loudly. Clearly pleased with himself. The great detective Kogoro Mouri just shook a kid off his tail, somebody give the guy a freaking medal so he'll shut his stupid mouth already. I snorted and walked over to where Shinichi must have been crouching on the ground.
"Do you really need to ask? I'm sure the firemen have figured out that this blast wasn't accidental..." I said, helping him to his feet. "I think I know who did it Shinichi-kun...I'm not positive but the way she walks...I feel like I may have heard her during the explosion."
"Perhaps she smells of gunpowder..." Shinichi mused, and I narrowed my eyes.
"I'm not going to go over to her and sniff her if that's what you want Shinichi-kun. Do I look like a dog to you?" I asked, he made a sound that told me he was trying to hold back laughter. Still he stopped short and sounded incredibly nervous all of a sudden, "R-Ran-neechan! When did you show up here?"
I blinked as I felt a gentle hand on my head, "It's alright Conan-kun, I didn't hear anything about your secret." She said, sounding rather mysterious. I blinked. If she hadn't heard anything about the secret then why would she say something like that? Shinichi's panic spiked and I had to catch him to make sure he didn't fall over or something like that.
"S-s-secret? We don't have a secret Ran-neechan! Right Iggy-kun?" Shinichi stammered out, sounding incredibly freaked out. Sheesh, would it really be so bad if she figured out the whole situation she was in? I'd have to figure out his reasoning behind keeping this from her with so much desperation attached.
"We do too." I said, deciding that I would be rather evil. Shinichi must have just about keeled over with fright and I took on another even more sinister smile, "It's about the person that Conan-niichan has gotten love sick over, riiiight aniki?"
"I am going to kill you." Shinichi whispered in a voice that suggested he just might carry out his threat. I only replied by sticking my tongue out in his direction. I think that's when I decided it. That I liked this Shinichi guy, even if he was a liar that hid from his friends. He was cool, and I had a feeling that I could trust him. I didn't get that feeling with a lot of people...it was weird but I felt the same way with Ran. As if I could count on her in times of trouble.
"Conan-kun is love sick?" Ran said, sounding incredibly amused. She giggled and I was just starting to imagine what kind of mortified looks a person could possibly have when I heard Takagi's voice. As Shinichi struggled to regain his dignity I found myself zeroing in on a conversation taking place several feet away.
"We have antique weapons in the basement. Father was advised against it but...he always kept barrels of gunpowder down there." That was the daughter of the two victims. Shinichi must have noticed that I was listening because he and Ran fell silent with a sharp noise from him. "Something must have set it off somehow."
The striking of a match...I thought, narrowing my eyes. "Shin-...eh, erm...Conan-niichan." I said, after getting an unpleasant elbow in the ribs. Little jerk. I rubbed my side and said, "Just before the explosion...I'm certain that I heard somebody strike a match. Believe me, I know that sound. I'm...ah, I'm a bit of a pyromaniac if you will."
"Pyromaniac?" Ran said, testing the word. I realized a little too late that it was something a small child would normally not know. She didn't seem to know it herself. I stammered for something when Shinichi beat me to the punch, but only served to make the situation a little more suspicious.
"It's somebody who obsesses over fire." Shinichi mumbled, sounding only partially interested. He wasn't answering the question with all of his head, it was something he did as though on autopilot. As if he were thinking too hard to completely focus on the real world. "Iggy-kun...I know you're not a dog but do you think you'd be able to smell sulfur if I took you over to that Onee-san over there?"
"Possibly..." I said, beginning to understand why Total felt a little offended when people called him a dog sometimes. As soon as that was out of my mouth I was dragged over to the woman and shoved so that I stumbled. I caught myself on her hand and turned to give a poorly aimed death glare at Shinichi.
"You kids shouldn't be playing here." Megure said. I realized that he was going to pick me up so I quickly sniffed at her hand, trying to be as freaking discreet as I could. But really how discreet is it when a kid sniffs your fingers? It's not something that's exactly normal to do.
"Oba-san!" I said, just as Megure was leaning down, "I've got really good smell because I can't see you know! I can hear very well too! You know what's funny Oba-san? Your fingers...smell..." I blinked, not like matches but something else. I closed my eyes, "Like rusty iron..."
Her reaction was enough to make ME believe that she was as guilty as all heck. She THREW me. Yeah, literally picked me up and tossed me through the air. If it wasn't for the fact that revealing that I was a mutant wouldn't be the best idea in this particular situation I would have simply snapped my wings open and caught myself. As it was...well I crashed down on the gravel and proceeded to whine. Erm...fine, I'll admit that I was only half acting. It freaking HURTS to get thrown down on the ground.
"Iron?" Megure said, and I could feel the woman begin to practically squirm because of his tone. It was suspicious. Score one for the little guys who are actually teenagers! WOOT! Speaking of which, I had no idea where my partner in crime flitted off to. What the heck was up with that? He ditched me while I was sniffing fingers!
"We-well..." The woman stammered.
There was a sound, the smallest sound that I don't think most people would have detected. It sounded like a sharp whistling noise, and then I heard Mouri stagger. I yelped and hopped out of the way as he plopped onto the ground by one of the police cars. I heard the gravel shift as my missing partner dashed behind said car. I followed him discreetly and blinked in surprise when Mouri's voice came from behind the car where we were. But...I was sure he hadn't gotten up.
"Perhaps it is best if I explain Inspector." Mouri's voice said, I blinked with the realization that the voice wasn't coming from the detective. No, I was thinking that guy was probably passed out hard core by now. Mouri's voice was coming from SHINICHI...weird. "That is...if you won't confess to your crimes."
"I did nothing!" The woman yelled, and I heard a struggle insue as she was held back from clobbering poor Mouri. "My mother and father have just been killed how DARE you say-"
"Isn't it odd...how nobody has said anything about this being a murder? In fact it we've all been saying it's an accident." Mouri's voice said from Shinichi. I blinked in surprise. To be honest with you that would have probably missed my insight. The woman seemed just as surprised. "Yet you seem to think this is murder...care to elaborate as to why?"
"I-...I..." She floundered, "You cannot prove that I have done anything wrong."
"Can't I?" Mouri's voice rang out, and I could detect the smugness in that tone. I shuddered a little. Note to self; If I ever want to do something criminal stay away from the creepy shrunken detective who can imitate people's voices. I would HATE to be cornered by him. I'm thinking that poor woman was beginning to feel like a mouse cornered by a cat, "First let's clear up the explosion...we must explain that away in the beginning."
"Karakura showed up at my office this afternoon, and our new arrival Iggy-kun noticed that she had a peculiar scent that was on her. Iggy-kun, being blind, has heightened senses of smell and hearing, right Iggy-kun? Can you tell the officer's what it was that you smelled?" Shinichi as Mouri asked. I swallowed and skipped out into the clearing. It would have been nice of him to inform me that I was going to be in the spotlight.
"Yup! I can smell and hear real well!" I said, beaming like an idiot. "She smelled like gunpowder! I noticed it right away because...I used to play with fireworks back at home so I know what it smells like!"
"I am certain that this was correct. On our arrival to the home Karakura-san recieved a text message that informed her that her husband is home. Conan-kun made sure to pick the phone up as evidence after the explosion. On it you will find a text message that can certainly be considered a suicide note..." Shinichi said, still with Mouri's voice. (Do I really need to keep saying that? No? Okay, so when he's not using Mouri's voice I'll make note of it alright?) "The truth is...Karakura-san was helping her husband to committ suicide."
A stunned silence permeated the area and I blinked with surprise. Suicide? How had he figured THAT out? I'd have to ask him later it seemed. Onee-san was suddenly making choked sobbing noises. "Otou-san would never have-..." She trailed off. I knew she knew about this as much as Shinichi did. I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly feeling very cold. To want to take your own life...but to get somebody you loved to HELP you take your own life. "Otou-san was very ill...he...he always said that he was a burden on us. We had to care for him so but...but..."
"Karakura-sama asked his wife to help him end his life." Shinichi said in somber tones. I wondered if this sort of thing got to him, dealing with death and destruction. I felt so very cold right now. "They set up an elaborate plan, but he feared that she would be blamed for murder and taken to jail since she was helping him. To give her an alibi he decided to send her to me saying that she needed to find her lost husband. They would assume he had died in an accident...his daughter would never even know he had longed to end his life."
"But she found out." I said softly, because I could guess that much. That poor young Karakura had figured out her parents plan, and that she had been horrified with her mother for ever thinking of helping that man end his own life.
"You found out their plan, didn't you?" Shinichi said, and his tone was almost gentle. Sympathetic. Even hidden behind the guise of the sleeping sleuth..."You planned on making sure it never got carried out, but by the time you got home today the plan was already in motion. Your father lit a match while waiting in the shadows of his front porch and let it fall on a line of gunpowder. He had wanted to see his wife one final time...The house exploded, and you were angry. You found the nearby watering can and struck your mother with it in a fit of rage killing her while we all had our faces hidden from the blast."
"No evidence...to..." She said in reply, almost with a kind of dread.
"Why are your hands stained orange, Karakura-san?" Shinichi said. There was a horrified intake of breath from the culprit, and I found myself shutting my eyes. Was it even neccessary for me to have sniffed her hands then? I'm thinking...no. Now I just feel a bit like a freak. "The watering can was covered in rust...you threw it into the field after the murder didn't you? I'm sure that forensics will be able to match the rust on your hands to the rust on the can, not to mention your fingerprints and your mother's blood."
"It wasn't fair." She wailed, crumbling down. I could imagine that she was in the fetal position, and she started to sob. "We loved Otou-san! With all of our hearts! How could she...throw away all that love...all that work we put into keeping him alive? How could she do that to me! I needed him...I...want..."
So it was that I learned one of the hardest lessons of my entire life. Murder, it seemed, wasn't always done by the heartless.
End of chapter three!
It was kind of fun to write, and it was my first mystery so I hoped you all liked it.
I'm thinking it was a bit obvious though...-sighs-
Hopefully I'll get better at it. :3
Reviews much appreciated as always.
