Hey mina!
Yay, chapter four is here!
I am soooo sorry for not uploading on time. It was my brother's birthday, and then my mouse died, so yeeeeaah, sorry. TT _ TT
You know I must really hate myself or something. I can't type well at all and yet I'm making this such a long fan fic.*Shoots self in head*
Conan: Max!
Me: *Stands up* Immortal, remember.
Conan: Oh, right.
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"Speaking." "Whispering." Thoughts.
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Yay! Chapter four!
"Chota keibu, we're done here!" Megure called. "The scene's all yours!"
"Arigato Megure keibu!" The Doctor called back. Turning to Conan, "Yosh, let's get this mess cleaned up Kudou-kun."
Conan turned to the Doctor, "Just call me Conan, OK Doctor-san."
The Doctor looked at the boy, surprised. "OK Conan-kun, if that's what you want."
Conan looked up at the man and smiled. "Thanks. Oh! Before I forget Doctor-san, where did you learn such good Japanese? Because I can tell just from looking at you that you're not Japanese." The boy asked the Doctor.
Ha! You really are a detective, aren't you Kudou-kun? "Let's talk while we clean, shall we? As for your question, I didn't learn it anywhere. I don't know any Japanese." The Doctor confessed.
The boy looked at him wide-eyed, "Then how-?"
The Doctor looked at the boy and smiled. "The TARDIS translates any language, written or spoken, in the minds of me and those around me using telepathy."
Conan looked at him with raised eyebrow, "TARDIS?"
"Ah, the TARDIS is my spaceship. It stands for Time And Relative Dimension In Space." The Doctor explained grinning like a mad man.
Conan's jaw dropped, "Spaceship! That's impossible!"
The Doctor raised his eyebrow. "And everything that just happened in the past 20 minutes wasn't?"
Conan opened his mouth to protest but stopped when he realized that the Doctor was right. "Fine." Conan mumbled more to himself than anything else. Conan looked up at the Doctor, "So, you're not human are you?"
The Doctor looked the boy in the eyes, "No, I'm not."
Conan's eyes gleamed with curiosity. "Then what are you Doctor-san?"
The Doctor smiled, "I'm a Timelord," all-of-a sudden the Doctor's smile grew sad, "The last Timelord actually."
Conan felt his eyes grow wide. Oops! "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean-"
The Doctor's smile became happy again. "That's OK Conan-kun. There was no way for you to know."
They finished cleaning in silence. When they were done the Doctor told Megure keibu that they could take the body away. After the police left with the body the Doctor turned back to Conan. "Yosh! Now that we're done, Conan-kun, do you want to go see the TARDIS?"
Conan's eyes lit up. Seriously!? "Oh god yes!"
A short time later
Conan watched as the Doctor stopped in front of a 1960's London Police Box. What the hell?
"Here we are! What do you think?" The Doctor said turning to Conan.
Conan looked up at the Doctor in surprise. "What! This is it?"
The Doctor frowned, "What's wrong with her?"
"Noting, it's just, it's not what I was expecting."
"Oh, is that all? Well what are you waiting for? Go inside!"
Conan did as he was told. His eyes grew wide and he felt his jaw drop. Oh. My. God! Conan ran out of the TARDIS and looked around it. He looked back inside. No way! He looked at the Doctor completely dumbfounded. "What the-? How the-? Who the-? It's bigger on the inside!" He was speechless. How the hell!
As Conan just stood there with his mouth wide open he heard the Doctor burst into laughter.
"That's my favorite part! Though I must say, yours was the best reaction yet!" The Doctor gasped between breathes. "So, what do you think of her?" He asked after caching his breath.
Conan was at a loss for words. "Wow. Just, wow."
The Doctor smiled, "I know, isn't she great?"
"You keep calling it a she. Why?" Conan was curious.
"Because she is a she. She's my sexy TARDIS." To emphasize this he stroked the TARDIS's controls lovingly. "So where are you staying?"
Sexy? Do I even want to know? No, probably not. Conan looked up at the Doctor, "The Mouri Detective Agency, Beika City, fifth district, thirty-ninth block. Why?"
The Doctor started flipping switches and pushing buttons, "I'm taking you home of-course!"
Conan was saddened by the thought of the Doctor leaving. "Oh, OK." He said, crestfallen.
All-of-a sudden a strange, loud, sound started coming from the TARDIS and the floor beneath Conan lurched. As he struggled to keep his footing he shouted above the noise, "What's happening? What's that sound?"
The Doctor continued flipping switches, "That's the sound the TARDIS makes when it's traveling." He pulled one last lever and the TARDIS stopped moving. "We're here!"
Conan looked at him, "Really?" That was fast.
The Doctor grinned, "Yep! We're behind the building. I should probably walk you in, OK?"
"OK!" Conan chirped.
Oh my god. I love this stories' concept, but I'm a terrible writer. I suck so much! *Cries in dark corner*
Conan: Max, are you OK?
Me: Yes Conan, I'm fine. *Hugs Conan*
Conan: Can't breathe!
Me: Oh, Sorry!
Ugh! So many words to type. Oh well, you guys seem to like it, so I'll keep going. Review or follow if this is true! Today's song was Black by Trivium. Until next week, Max.
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Oh! New character next time! Look forward to them, although they will probably be very OOC. Damn it!
