(Edit 5/23/12)
1...2...3! 9,000 words! Yay me!
This has haunted me ever since I published this chap... Oh the horrendous grammar! Gah, I could just die!
So thank you all doubley for putting up with... That monster. Tripley for all who reviewed anyway! And quadrupely for dear Lessi-kun... What a crappy gift -_-...
So I edited all of this on my loyal dumbphone Dante- hopefuly he wasn't being an imcompetant fool again! Regardless, its a hell of a lot better than before grammarwise, even if I *did* miss some things... Least I can sleep at night now.
New material, but nothing too big. Just some simple one-liner dialouge description.
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So, since this seems to be some questions, I'll let this time be a bit of a Q&A for any one of these drabbles. Ask them in a PM or review, and I'll address them in the chapter that it pretains to.
So the latest Q? From the first person who asked:
Will the girls show up with/without powers, and will they be kickass or damsels.
Well first off, *almost* NONE of my works will they be soley damsels in distress. Maybe they will need a little saving now and then, but they will always, ALWAYS be kick-ass. Someone has to keep the boys in line, right?
Huh, I don't know. Not here, at least. These lil drabbles are supposed to be in the moment. This isn't a continuing story, just a collection of mutated plunnies. An EPIC collection of mutated plunnies, but plunnies still.
I will admit that this one had a bit of a backstory I had in mind... Fun stuff in there. That, and a couple of others too. I was hoping to branch out on them in seperate stories. Maybe you guys can help me figure out which one to branch out with first. After Zana's Challenge. And Smithy's Gift. And Rubies and Sapphires. And that one depressing fiv Ylva and I discussed... Good thing I don't have a life! ^_^
So, my Q time! Any plunnie ideas? Neko-chan already hasa say in the next one, so time to get fresh ideas! Situations, ideas? For this I would actually prefer a PM- more space to explain and an air of secrecy.
If I end up chosing or at least basing something off your idea, I'd like it to be a surprise! Oh, and *if* yours gets picked... Well it becomes a prezzie detecation to you, and you get just ONE dialouge sentece I include somewhere in there.
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Drabblet #5-Normally Extraordinary
Mornings were always particularly difficult for Kudo Shinichi. There was always that in-between time of rest where you fully aware that you are conscious and that it was morning; the problem was you just seriously didn't feel like getting up. So he would often time just lie face first in his pillow in a futile attempt to somehow trick himself to back to sleep. Alas, the threat of suffocation was too much was to much to bear, so Shinichi opted to flop on his back to stare at his white ceiling.
It felt so weird.
Ever since the Showdown (for a lack of a better word) with the Syndicate, everything felt so surreal. His body was one of the largest things he need to get used to. Even now, a month later, he still felt the need to go on tip-toe for books that he could reach while sitting, knocking over condiments thinking that his arms were not long enough to grasp them without stretching, the occasional "Ran-neechan" slip resulting in a semi-annoyed glance from his former big sister at the honorific. Shinichi had never expected it to be this difficult to readjust to being his original age. Apparently the whole Conan fiasco had done more that he thought.
The downtime too was odd. Sure, he had corpses falling at his feet on a day to day basis, but he had found a lot more free time now. Chasing after those kids had been some work, as was knocking out Occhan on cases. Kid heists ere in a completely different category, as was much of anything involving Kid. And the whole stress of one day being found out by a silver haired sociopath and the keeping up the alias was straining as well.
But nowadays, he spent is time recording all of his solved cases as Conan; he was a good, oh 200 done of the 600+? Missing all those moths of school had put a bit of his dent in his school record, a B- average, but that could be remedied with some the usual post graduate work.
Above all else, he was mostly concerned with exactly how he would go about confessing his, erm, emotions to Ran. Even before Conan had come into existence, Shinichi had liked Ran, and of all the perils they had been through... Let's just say he wanted to be even closer. It didn't hurt matters that she liked him back.
But he figured he may have a reprieve, seeing as they all got released from the hospital just a few days before. He winced at the memory of the blinding pain- he had hurt all over, but that was nothing compared to Hattori. The man was in a near body cast for Holmes' sake! If he was counting correctly, which he always did, he was in there for a a good month or so, half of that slipping in and out of conciseness. All of the event before hand were fuzzy, but he figured they would come back soon enough.
Now here he was, two weeks into school, and his life in general. Studying (thank kami for his photographic memory!) smart-aleking teachers, solving mysteries, devising confession tactics to Ran, practicing his soccer moves, sleeping, the generic teenager stuff. Usually, Shinichi hated to be fit into such a box, but it was nice for things just to be normal again.
Too bad it could never last.
Admist his brooding, Shinichi's faraway gaze turned to his left, on his bookshelf. There, trophies and photographs over the years had been stored on the shelves, holding steadfast to the memories they immortalized. The photos in particular held sentimental value. Him on top of his teams shoulders after a winning shot. A younger himself, maybe nine or so and Dr. Agasa, faces blackened from a failed experiment. His parents, looking ageless on the red carpet. That faithful picture of him and Ran on their Tropical Land da-day trip. (He dare not let his thought slip otherwise). A group photo of him, Hattori, Kuroba and Hakuba arm in arm right before the Showdown, their expressions a mix between anxious, frightened, hopeful, and excited.
Finally, a picture of a group of kids, a heavy set hearty boy and freckled lanky boy, cheery bright-eyed girl and a reserved older looking girl. And that short one in the front, between the girls. He had glasses far too large for his face and a smart looking shorts and blazer outfit. He seemed to be smiling, almost smirking at the camera, blue eyes sparkling with intelligence and confience. Beside the picture the same large rimmed glasses lay, dust gathering on the lens.
Shinichi was going to miss that kid.
His lazy gaze floated over to his nightstand. There, his metal digital clock read TUESDAY, APRIL 16TH, 7:52 AM. The teen blinked once at the the clock, and a long a long string of unprintable words erupted from his mouth. "...^&*% DAMMIT! I'm going to be late for school!" Back to normal, and being late to school. Chiche indeed.
The next few minutes for Shinichi were spent in a hurried rush to assemble himself for the school day: Faceplanting onto the lovely rug on the floor after his shower, searching for his uniform tie-only to find they were clung to the back of his coat, and getting badly shocked by his evil toaster, which in its last few minutes of life burnt his toast. Yeah. Normal.
Between bites of blackened toast as he was gathering his homework, Shinichi found the time to glance at the evil clock. TUESDAY, APRIL 16TH, 7:55 AM. He had to admit, he was surprised by how good of time he was making. Must mean a good day for him. Shrugging, he leisurely headed out to the front lawn to wait for Ran, even treating himself with to a coffee. Seemed he had a lot more time nowadays.
He resumed his previous contemplating life on his hammock, until the sound of heavy breathing stirred him. There was Ran, out of breath with painted cheeks eyes closed in exhaustion. He glanced at his watch, 8:09. "You're a late, Ran. And I was getting worried too!" he said in a mock chiding voice.
"Gomen, Shinichi." she breathed. "Okasan was trying to cook again, and Tousan threw a fit, so I had to make a really huge breakfast before I even got dressed."
"Nah, I was just daydreaming." he mentally kicked himself for the ridiculously sappy fantasies that had ran around his head like a panicked squirrel. "Ready to go?"
"Yeah," she began to walk down the sidewalk. Shinichi caught up and stolled along- they were still on time.
Suddenly Ran burst out laughing. "I-I can't take it anymore! You're rediculous! Ahahahahaha!"
Shinichi just blink supidly. "Uh, Ran? What are you talking about?"
Ran rolled her eyes. "You con, how long are you gonna keep this up? You were acting all uppity about my being late, but you were running late too!"
"What makes you say that? I wasn't rushing at all!"
"Uh huh. Yeah right. Then what do you call that?" She pointed to her friend's face, her chuckles growing stronger.
An uncertain hand came to his cheek. "Is there something funny on my face?" The karate champ shook her head, passing her compact vanity mirror to him.
When he looked into the miniature mirror, he nearly dropped it. Indeed, there was nothing on his face. But rather his hair... He put Einstein AND Kuboba to shame. His dark brown locks were pointed in every direction possible, fizzed on the edges and spiky at the point. He looked like he liked to jam his fingers in electric sockets in his free time. His mouth didn't know quite what to do: say something, laugh, or scream. In the end it setteled on just keeping agape, jaw unhinged.
"Well now you have something funny on your face! So the great Kudo Shinichi is running late for school hmm?"
"Oh leave me alone. And you were even worse!"
"Yes, but I have an actual reason aside from rereading the entire Shelock Holmes series for the oh, thousandth time?"
"843rd, for your information. Hopefully it will die down once we get to school. Here you go." He passed her back her mirror. Ran winced, and immediately stuck her index finger in her mouth. "What's wrong?"
"You shocked me really bad." she muttered through her mouth.
"Severs you right."
Ran glared at him. "Oh shut up. Now come on or Yosido-sensei will kill us." Shinichi nodded in agreement as the speedwalked the rest of the way, making it just before the bell rang.
The rest of the schoolday proceeded pretty semi-normally from there. It was on boring side, more than usual. He never remembered having classes being so slow! He finished any and all essays, projects, equation, assignments or chapters he was assign he fished quickly, to the point of having just over an our of downtime. Not that he was complaining- it was a upportune moment to catch up on the sleep he deprived himself or for thinking. He should really stop doing that.
Ran seemed spacey as well; when he had turned to see why they're was a lack of sleeping-through-class quips or perhaps a poke with a pencil, he found Ran was completely tuned out. Staring off into some faraway place with that thoughtful expression... He couldn't help but find it attractive and enchanting and so... Ran. So he spent the majority of the day mostly to keep from doing anything regrettable.
Ran had karate practice late that night, and Sonoko had left for an unnecessary shopping spree, leaving Shinichi to his own devices. He was still kind of out of it from being in the hospital though. Which pretty much meant strolling on home to an exciting night of more thinking. And reading, if he felt like jazzing things up. Yes, his life was just a big bowl of awesome, wasn't it?
As he was reciting the Holmes v.s. Moriarty scene at Reichenbach Falls under his breath, the detective felt something cool and went fall on his still unruly mane. Before he could even glance up fully, thousands of its kin rained down on him, instantaneously soaking him to the bone. He cursed his luck bitterly; he had not exepected anything of the sort for the formerly cloudless sky.
The street was an nearly deserted main drag with only a few empty cars. Obviously he was the only idiot who hadn't been expecting the nasty change in weather. Since his house was still quite a ways to go, Shinichi began to run for it.
And that's when it all started.
Shinichi had always liked running- his profession and hobby after called for it. He had enough taken some private long distance coaching to prefect himself in soccer to the point he was down to a five minuet mile. He could also chase down outrun any fool who tried to mess with steal the ball to the pits of hell. Even as Conan he had had more than the lion's share of chases. From the nonsensical moonlit rooftop dances with Kid, to hunting down a criminal, to rushing to save Ran, catching up with the Detective Boys or even outrunning the boys of the Detective Boys, running was commonplace in Shinichi's life, and he had come to enjoy it very much.
But this...this was something else! There was just something about it all- the polarized relaxed intensity of his movement, the agile and swiftness his stride nearly flying over the earth, the power of every step he took colliding with the ground-that was absolutely and addictingly exhilarating. Out of corner of his eye, he could see the scenery go by, or rather the blurred spots of color. That was odd- he should still be able to see cars and the like. Worried for his vision, (maybe he did need glasses after all?) Shinichi willed himself to slow to a fast jog. But in the end, it wasn't his vision that was odd.
Everything around him...it had just... stopped. Completely. Everything around him- a college student, a runaway dog, a WacDonalds's wrapper- they all were at stand still. The student paused in mid walk with his expression forgetful, the dog with his mouth snarling and tail in mid wag, the wrapper flying in agonizingly slow with bits of ketchup still on it. Were Shinichi to glance up, he's see the even the rain too had stopped, even the ones half landing on his sleeve.
The final straw was when he heard to resounding boom from behind him. That was when through the confusions and elation of whatever the hell was happening turned to stark fear. Was it a bombing attack? An earthquake? Whatever it was he needed to stop. Now. By then he could feel his sole of his sock was wearing away, as his entire shoe bottom had. The friction of slowing down with only his socks was overbearing- he cold feel layers of his thick foot skin wearing down. Finally, with a final gigantic slide, Shinichi stopped. A huge gust of wind blasted him from behind, nearly blowing him of his feet, as cars' siren alrams blared.
To ace teen detective Shinichi, three things we clear as day. And just like all mysteries, the questions the facts answered led only to more questions.
He was completely dry.
He was in the lovely city of Fuchu, an hour's drive from Tokyo, in 20 seconds' time.
He had achieved the speed of sound.
The events preceding the incident was so: Hailing a taxi in the fair sized city, Shinichi went directly home, ate a ridiculously large dinner, and went to bed.
In retrospect, his actions we not that out of place. The last thing Shinichi really wanted to do was strain himself; even in his frazzled state he could tell his flipping out much more would be hell to his system, and Dr. Aoi would have his head.
After his last "little" phenomena episode, the sleuth had learned to sit down and think about this kind of stuff. Dr. Agasa was out of town, and he didn't want to bother him anyway. Ai... for some reason he got the distinct feeling it wouldn't be a good idea- at least not yet. Ran was a no-go, because, well, there wasn't a real reason, just he thought it would be best? His final words. Hattori was a candidate too but also not. Kuroba, Hakuba, his parents, the Force, the FBI...Eh, no one really.
Blame the post Showdown paranoia or his overwhelmed mind, but he wasn't thinking straight. Somewhere in the thought pattern the possibility of his being in a coma after sustaining injuries maybe be conjuring this elongated dream... or maybe he had a head cold again and could be expecting Hakuba in a bunny suit dancing to the polka with Kazuha on the Empire State Building. Either way, he needed sleep.
Not that he was tired really, just strained mentally. There was only so much a logic following realist detective could take. Staving, yes, tired not so much. However, he figured he still must be running on the last of the adrenaline dregs of the incident and would crash any second. So taking his pocky and chocolate stash out from under his bed, he settled under the covers to think.
Nothing came. After three plus hours, nothing. Usually when a case went overnight, some of the biggest breakthroughs happened when he was trying to sleep. So what did Shinichi get? Bupkis. Then again, how much could he really deduce from something like that other than he was the fastest man on Earth, could run faster than the normal flow of time, and possibly spontaneously combust and any moment? He stopped thinking after the last point. Closing his eyes, Shinichi fell into a restless, dreamless sleep.
He was only to be awoken five hours later by his cell phone. Blurry-eyed and disoriented, he picked up he accursed device, not even bothering to chck the text's ID.
I wanted to discuss an important case with you. I will head over to your house and wait outside till you come home. -H
Hattori. Shinichi heaved a heavy sigh. He hadn't been planning to go to school anyway- it was already two in the afternoon. He wanted some more solitary brooding time to mull it over, but he knew he wouldn't come up with anything. The best thing he could do was to talk to someone he could trust, and Hattori was his go-to guy. Another sigh. This would also require him to put on something more than blue and white checked boxers.
More or less throwing himself out of bed and onto the soft carpet, Shinichi proceed to go through the first part of his morning routine-this time not nearly as rushed. Hell, he may not ever move more than a walk ever again. The shower was invigorating cleaning up his body and mind a bit. Admist his confusion the night previously, he hadn't thought to check his feet for burning damage; it reminded him to do so.
Once out and decent, Shinichi sat on his bed with his legs crossed, first aid supplies spread all around him. It turned out he didn't need them. Under both feet he could see the skin peeling there- but that was like another given day. No skid marks, burns or anything- except for a small, almost invisible white scar outlining. He stared at it, amazed. There was no way it could have healed that quickly. His eyes grew even wider as he could see, almost like watching a movie being fast forwarded, the scar shrinking smaller and smaller until it diappeared.
Shinichi blinked twice and put on his sock.
Now that he was dressed, Shinichi grabbed the shrinking industrial box of pocky to calm his nerves and starvation and a good book-Sherlock Holmes of course. He would expect him to be back at around 3:15, so he would head down then. Just as he felt him self getting nauseous during the high speed boat chase in Sign of Four, the door forcefully swung open, a tall male figure standing in its wake. Shinichi bolted to his feet in a second-probably even less.
"Kudo." Heiji said as he walked through the doorway, his usually care free demeanor nowhere to be found. "We need to talk."
"Hattori," Shinichi resisted the urge to offer some pocky a decided to feign nonchalance, its bittersweet taste he still on his tongue. "I thought you were going to wait outside to talk till I came home to talk about a case?" he muttered.
"Screw cases! This $#!+ is important! Didn't you check your friggin phone?" Heiji snarled. Shinichi shook his head and checked it. There, another text was there, along with Ran's text questioning his absence. There in bold letters, the text said,
Kudo, we need to talk. Skip school- I'm heading over. Be there- this can't wait. -Hattori
Well that was mildly concerning. Not only did he get a text from someone else concerning a case, but Ran had noticed his absence. Well of course she would- he'd have to come up with something soon. He most certainly didn't need her on his case now. It probably would have been a good idea to check caller ID as well, but he wasn't too concerned. But he was about his friends' current state.
"I'm sorry, Hattori." He apologized carefully. " What is wrong? It isn't word about Them is it?"
"No." he confirmed in an adamant tone. "They're gone. For good."
"Your family?"
"No..."
"Serial killer with a grudge?"
"No,"
"Is it about... Kazuha?"
"NO! God no! If you would let me finish a sentence I'll tell you!"
Had he been interrupting? "Sorry,"
"It's fine. You're pretty bouncy today though. Looks weird." Heiji gave a dry laugh. "But I need you to take this seriously, and keep in in confidence."
"As always, Hattori, you have my word."
Heiji gave him a sad look with those piercing eyes; the one that said that he really, really wanted to believe what he had just said. After what seemed an eternity, he sighed and settled to lean on the door frame.
"Well, it all started three days ago on Sunday, y'see. I was in the dojo, practicing my kendo sword strike right? Well when I did, I kinda accidently broke the it. Which was weird, because it was a practice sword."
A raised eyebrow. "That is sort of weird- shinai are supposed to act like the real thing, only not hurt right?"
"Tell that to the dummy. Yes, and its only usually are beginners who break their shinai, which is rare in itself. Bokken even less. And katana, never. I broke them all, plus my alarm clock."
"It sounds like you have some anger management issues," Shinichi mused. "A bokken and katana though? Bokken hurt like the dickens, and katana are are REAL swords; could it had been low quality or old steel?"
"One of the biggest things I do is the caring for my equipment, "Heiji explained. "I would know if it was off at all."
"Mmm...Go on?"
"So later that day, after practice, I went to the batting cage. I was just minding my own business, this idiot punk turns the auto-pitcher on the birds. While he was walking off to go get his buddies, he knocked the machine, and it turned on these groups of little kids. So I caught the ball before it could them. Later, after I beat some sense into the little creep, he told me that he fiddled with it to make it go 90mph."
"...And you caught it with your bare hands?" Shinichi's eyes grew wide.
Heiji showed him this palms. "Not a burn, callus, nothing. Even when I caught it, I could, you know, feel the impact. Just not the pain that usually coincides with it."
He let out a shaky breath and continued. "...And there was one last thing too. Yesterday, there was a purse-snatcher. Pretty average, tried to make a break for it down an alley. I chased after him." Heiji didn't notice the wince at his words. "I cornered him at the end wear there was a fence, and he pulled a gun. I told tell him it was stupid and we would be able to track him. He didn't listen."
"He didn't-"
"He shot me. But I didn't feel anything, so I ran up to him and pinned him on the wall. He blacked out instantly, and it left an indention...Through cement."
"H-Hattori..!"
"Oh he's fine now- nothing too serious. Mostly back problems- doc said it was like he fell for a second story window. Good thing he was diagnosed with paranoia and is mentally disoriented. And you know the worse thing?" at this point Heiji's voice had gotten hoarse. "He DID shoot me. He hit me Kudo. Three to the chest. And you know what? I only felt impact again. I have small bruises there, but they're more like a mosquito bites. As for the bullets..." He reached deep into his jeans and produced out a small plastic snack bag. Inside were what remained of bullets they were crushed beyond recognition.
"..."
Heiji rose his head a bit to look at Shinichi, face just as sad as before. "So I have this.. strength. Superstrength, and I can't control it. And now you think I'm insane. Or you're afraid of me." He said tonelessly.
"I-" Shinichi voice got caught in his throat. Was it actually...?
Heiji's former despondent expression grew to that of fury. He rushed up to his face, eyes flashing."Go ahead and say it Kudo! Go ahead! I know already think so myself! But talk to me goddammit or I don't think I'll-" he faltered. The sound of metal cracking was evident in the room. Heiji turned to find a certain tall, blonde, wide-eyed Brit, the handle of a former gardening utensil grasped tightly in his hands.
"Hakuba...What. The *fladdoodling*. Hell... Are you doing?"
"Hakuba...What. The *fladdoodling*. Hell... Are you doing?"
Saguru's ears got beet red as he stammered, "I-I'm sorry Hattori. I didn't know it was you."
"No, really! What the hell man?"
The blonde glared as best as he could through his sheepishness."Well in my defense, for a detective, you sounded awfully hostile. I knew Kudo stayed home from school, which was odd in itself. I didn't know he had any other company, so when I heard yelling from upstairs, I came armed to see what was the commotion. All the door handles I saw were totally mangled, so it suggested someone forced their way in." Shinichi's glared at Heiji. "When I was in the doorway, your back to was to me and your voice was different, and Kudo looked horrified. So I just acted..." He trailed off.
Heiji's face lit up, completely contrasting from the anger you moments before. Trust needed to get beaned with a shovel to snap him back to his senses. "As much as I'd like to kill him at times, Kudo's good. Anyway- hey, why are you looking at me like that?"
"Why aren't you unconscious? I just hit you squarely in the back! You should at least be on the floor!" he raised an eyebrow.
A mutual looked passed between the deteives of the East and West, one that pretty much said, $#!+.
"It's a pretty old shovel," Shinichi told him, hoping to deter from the oddness of the situation. "But since when, H-san, did you start using initials? Now, about that case-"
"I'll speak about that later." Saguru waved it off.
Suddenly Heiji's eyes began getting wide and he looked a bit neverous. "Oi-oi, you two-"
Saguru interrupted him, something very rare for the normaly polite Brit."But Kudo, you mouthed something to yourself. 'Another one'."
"You two seriously may- Gah!" He cut himself off.
"That was just a misunderstanding you see. But you seem a bit stressed Hakuba? Is there something wrong?" Shinichi asked him, turning the tables on him,. It was true too- the usually collected fellow detective seemed a bit pressed. As weird as they were acting- for good reason, mind you- Saguru wasn't doing a good job of feigning his usual psyche in the least.
Saguru ignored both responses, tapping his chin. He missed yet another one of Heiji's protests, sounding an awful lot like a moan. "There was something odd that you said too Hattori.."
Shinichi's guarded expression melted into one of concern. "No you're really getting weird. Maybe you should sit down for a bit- you're sweating."
"That's what it was! '-Strength and I can't control it!'" He pounded a fist into his palm. "Then that would mean..."
"Could you two take a good five seconds to frigging look over here?"
Shinichi reacted first. "What in Holmes' name happened?"
Saguru swung his head over to Heiji's direction. The office chair proceeded to crash into the dark-skinned Osakan in his already awkward position. "Ow..." He moaned. The two Holmes fanatics rushed to help their friend, who accepted the arm gruffly. Then they got a good look at what all had happened while they were arguing and Heiji was warning them about.
To sum it up, the room was a mess. Not that Shinichi was a particularly messy person, quite the opposite; but even on the worst of days it had never looked so... destroyed. Papers from the wastebasket and desk were scattered through the room, along with several of Shinichi's clothes. His drawers were wide open and threatening to tip over at any moment. What few posters of soccer players he had up around the room had long slumped to the floor with their pins. The blinds, previously drawn, were now letting the light of the beautiful spring day pour in. Much to Shinichi's relief, his memoir bookshelf was left almost completely untouched; save for a large pair of dark rimmed glasses at their owners feet.
Heiji had repositioned himself on the wall more casually now. "While you two were having your idiotic circular conversation, I was working my ass off to keep this place from collapsing in on itself. But I think we have a few more, eh, apparent issues now, wouldn't you say Kudo?"
"Indeed. So let's hear about that important "case" of yours Hakuba."
Saguru blinked for a moment, then sighed. He turned to the desk chair, outstretched a hand curling his index finger in a precise beckoning motion. Immediately, the chair slowly moved toward him eerily; when it finally reached him the telepath sighed and took his seat. "I suppose now it's obvious," he began, running a hand through his hair, "To say I have developed these abilities of sort. The main reason I came here was to confide in Kudo."
"Why me?" Shinichi asked.
Saguru shrugged. "After being shrunk into a seven year old, I thought you to all people would understand."
"Point taken."
"I thoroughly already recorded my capabilities in doing so in my log, but I figured you all would appreciate a quick summary. The day that I first noticed it was Sunday, April 14th, at 9:02.64 AM. My room was a mess, and when I tried to clean it, things around me would move as well. I had absolutely no control- things would move as if their own accord- often hitting me in the process. So I sept most the day to keep stuff from moving- they still did, in my sleep.
"The next day, fearing I may seriously injure someone, I took some pens, a glass of water, and a one pound dumbell with me to to the library's rooftop. I was there for hours, 4.8 to be more precise, three of them spend fruitless. I was so frustrated that it wasn't working; I could very well hurt someone if they acted up again-or be thrown in the labs. That's when things started to move again. After a close shave with the custodian on the gound below, I had figured it out.
"If I didn't concentrate, or if an I was in an extreme state of emotion -or solving a case for that matter- I would start to move things without meaning to. But if I kept myself in check; or at least was conscious of all other objects in the room while I was excited I could control it. Whether it was moving it forward or keeping it still. It apparenly as been messing with my mindset as well a bit. I have been a bit weird, I can tell." He said the last with an air of finality.
Shinichi blinked again. Was it natural that he was taking this crazy junk in stride now? "Huh. Well, um, so..."
"You're a telepath." Heiji finished for Shinichi.
Saguru coughed and gave an affirmative. "As far as I know, yes. And seeing as you two are taking this so calmly, can I assume it wasn't matters concerning your girlfiend?"
"Why the hell...? Kazuha is not my girlfriend!"
The blue-eyed detective smirked."Methinks you protest too much..."
"SHUT UP! And no it wasn't. And before you ask, yes, your suspicious are right. Around that time too I got these... can we just call them powers?"
Heiji then went on to explain .his situation to Saguru, who seemed to sink further into his chair as the story went on, and Shinichi stayed completely silent.
Finally when he was finished, Saguru sighed."Near invincibility and superhuman strength. Psychokinesis. You realize we all breaking so many of the laws of nature that were are the greatest phenomena in this universe?"
"Damn straight we are!" through his confusion, Heiji still found time to gloat. He turned to his"But you're taking this much too coolly-even for a former midget. I'm also curious as to why you allegedly mouthed 'not another one'?"
Shinichi's hands raised in surrender. "Okay, you caught me. I'm secretly a reluctant humanitarian space alien undercover species poacher here to kidnap you and make you slaves to state doomed to make kelp flavored pocky for all eternity."
"...How much of that pocky have you been eating Kudo?"
"This, and oh, maybe five other boxes? But I'm all out..." He growled out the last bitterly.
The synchronized sweatdrop could almost be heard from the other boys. "Moving on... Is there anything you have neglected to tell us admist your chocolate high withdrawal Kudo?"
"Just playing therapist till you two were done." He yawned at launched into his tale.
Unlike you two, it began- or I noticed- yesterday, after school. It had started raining and I was so I tried to make a run for it. It felt so good running, but when I looked to the sides, they were all just blurs of light. I was freaking out, so I slowed down to a fast jog. When I did, everything had stopped- People, animals, objects- everything, in mid motion. Even then rain after I looked up. I could feel my sock were the only thing between the pavement and my feet,and I heard a loud boom. I was really freaked out, so I stopped, and this large gust of wind came up behind me. Suddenly, I was completely dry, my feet were burning, and I was in Fuchu after 20 seconds of jogging 24km away from Tokyo."
Heiji's green eyes disappeared in a confused blink. "You- you-you can-"
"From the guy who can stop bullets with his body, I should think this not be too shocking. And this morning, when I has the sense to actually check myself for injuries, there were no burns, skid marks, anything. Just this tiny scare outline, and when I watched it, it actually got lighter, and shrank. Now it's just gone. So when I read your text, Hakuba, I thought it was Hattori. So I just stayed here, thinking, and eating pocky; I've been starving as of late" he mused.
"24 kilometers in 20 seconds?... Oh my god Kudo, you were going at the speed of sound!" Heiji exclaimed.
"That would explain the boom."
"And the healing.." Saguru had adopted his thinking position. "You must have gained a high metabolism as well, which allows your body to heal quickly..."
"And require large about of lipids and carbohydrates to compensate for the energy used." Heiji finished.
"Sounds good to me." the boy replied. Sitting on his bed, he dug around in his pillow until he found his prize- an imported jumbo snickers bar. He began devouring it hungrily. On an after thought, he broke of a piece from he other end and offered it to his friends "Want some?"
Saguru looked horrified. "Kudo, stop it."
Heiji spoke for the both of them. "What is WRONG with you? We have these freaky powers and Hakuba and I are trying to figure them out, and you're acting all blasé!" he demanded an explanation.
Surprisingly, Shinichi's eyes cast downward in shame. "I know. And I'm sorry. But in that one day that I had no bloody idea what the hell was going on I just kinds lost touch. If knew if I stressed, or if I strained myself too much I may get myself sick; I did just get out of the hospital. I purposely chose sweets to eat, because they're chocolate they're so sweet- any you know what they say about chocolate being stress reliever. It gave me the peace of mind to think things out and ask some imporant stuff: what I hallucinating? Apparently not. So if I'm not,what possibly could have caused this? Who would I tell, if anyone, and when? Should I get the government involved?
"When I heard from Hakuba, assuming it was you Hattori, I decided to tell you. I knew you would understand. And when you told me all these things that were happening to you, I couldn't believe it. And once you, Hakuba, showed me what you could do, I was even more shocked that you had a method of controling it. By then the sugar rush was gone, and I could think straight- just not with much emotion. Nonchalant, as you said. So I'm sorry."
"...S'okay man." Heiji nodded.
"I had never given much thought into anything like that." Saguru admitted. He turned to Shinichi, as did Heiji."So, what do we do now?"
It was Shinichi's turn to now be confused. Why were they looking to him? he had no idea what he was doing! Yet, upon looking at their semi-expectant gazes on him, he answered his own question. He was the only one to keep his wits about him; not in the most tactful of means, but it had worked. He probably had been the only one to ask himself such questions. Not to mention he had deal with paranormal junk happening to him before. They needed a direction. A leader.
"...We shouldn't tell anyone else. At least for now. We don't know if these are the full extent of our powers." Saguru and Heiji gave their agreement and beckoned him to continue. "Keep a look out for any suspicous characters-Syndicate like or otherwise. We don't want to get careless and get spotted by the wrong kind of people on either side of the law until we want to. Finally... we need to figure control our powers. It's good that Hakuba learned to an extent- maybe all of ours are triggered my concentration, but I doubt it. But If we can learn, we can be nondescript and not attract anyone's attention. We also don't want to hurt ourselves or anyone else accidently." he decided. he looked up from his thoughts. "Agreed?"
"Sure,"
"Alright."
"Sounds like a plan!"
Saguru raised an eyebrow. "...Kudo of course it does. We just came up with it, remember?"
"Yeah, and I need to get some anger management..." grumbled Heiji in a low mutter.
"What the hell? I DON'T NEED ANGER *FLADOODLING* MANAGEMENT!" Heiji screamed, conflicting with himself.
"Curiouser and curiouser..." Saguru mused and then yelled, "What the bloody hell is happening!"
"I don't know!" Shinichi blinked. "But I do know one thing! Shinjitsu wa Itsumo Hitotsu!"
"Common Meitantei Three! Can you find one measly Magician Friend?" a familiar tenor taunted from somewhere above them; the detectives could almost hear the smirk in his voice.
"THAT'S IT! KUROBA SHOW SORRY MAGICAL ASS DOWN HERE BEFORE I KICK IT DOWN!" Shinichi snarled, recognizing the voice immediately
"Temper temper tantei-kun!" After all this time, Kaito's petname had still stuck to the fully grown detective. "You're getting as bad as hotblodden-kun nowadays." his snickered, sending Heiji into a fit of rage, triggering Saguru's migraine. "Awww, if you keep frowning like that, you'll get those nasty frown lines, like tantei-san!"
That made Saguru scowl even more. "Kuroba you incompetent fool!"
"Love you too tantei-san. And I'm the one who's incompetent?"
"We know your throwing you're voice baka!"
"What makes you say that?" The voice mused, it but repeated the question over and over, overlapping each other to the point it almost sound like an echo; it sounded like it was coming from all different places: the window, the bed, the ceiling, down the hall, on top of Shinichi's head, the wastebasket and more.
"I'm just sad little kaitou, lost and- ack!" Saguru and Shinichi joined him in surprise. The entire floor hand began shaking abruptly rattling their legs and forcing them to seek cover under the desk. It shook for a few seconds while the two paler detectives hid under in fear and amazing as to why their dark-skinned counterpart was still standing, leg raised. He stomped the floor, and he shaking intensified.
After that second wave, a none-too-manly scream could be heard from somewhere in the room followed by a thud. Heiji advanced to near the foot of the bed, eyes closed. They opened with a murderous quality developed in them. "I. Do. Not. Need. Anger. Management." He said every syllable with its own special venom.
There was a moan in response. "How did you find me?"
"Apparently I got superhuman hearing to add to the ability to kick your ass, if only to hear your whining. Now get up." Seeing this as a cost clear, the Holmes fanatics climbed out from under their cover, and cautiously approached either side of Heii, following his gaze to the ground. There was nothing there.
A moment passed, and suddenly there was a light fluctuation in the spot Heiji was glaring at, almost like a mirage. Suddenly there was a shimmer outlining and lo and behold, Magician Friend Kuroba Kaito was sprawled out on the floor, legs entangled by in the floor of the bed in a painful position. "Is it too late to join the Super Club?"
Saguru's eye twitched with a life of its own. "How long have you been listening in?"
"Oh, long enough to hear all you guys' issues, and then some."Kaito grinned, and righted himself on the bed, crossing his legs at the ankle. "Until that one," he jerked a thumb at Hattori, "Decided to go berserk."
Heiji merely smiled toothily. "I told you I didn't need it."
"So you guys can skip your introductions."
Shinichi sighed. He really shouldn't be getting used to this. "Umm, okay so...What can you do?" he felt like an interviewer.
"Well, I can go invisible, duh. Aren't you a detective?"
The said detective glared. "Shut up! Now, when did you get them?"
"Same as you, yesterday after school, while I was practicing some magic tricks. Turned out the bunny wasn't the one that was missing."
By now Saguru had gotten out his notepad and jotted down the responses."Do you have any amount of control over your powers?"
"I had to learn- it was lucky I managed to convince Keiko that it was a magic trick so she wouldn't tell Aoko. So yeah I can. Can't really explain it...You know that feeling when you are playing hide and seek, and someone gets really close to your spot? How you shrink back into the shadows and hope they don't see you? Something like that. I just step into thin air, I guess."
After Saguru gave him a nod, Shinichi continued the interview. "Mood swings?"
"...I'm not pregnant."Kaito deadpanned. "But, um, I guess? Feeling of loneliness? Odd sense of not belonging? Extreme case of boredom? Do any of those count?"
"Other powers we should be aware of?"
"Other than being all around awesome and charismatic? I can just phase though stuff- visible or not. I tend to screw up electronics when I do this. Oh, and I can still hold and grasp things through materials and take things out of stuff, like for example, maybe a priceless gem out of a high-class safe?"
Shinichi quirked a brow; his near twin mirrored him only with a look of innocence. "Any disabilities that you have experienced?"
"Yes, if I am invisible for too long- bout an hour or so, but I'm lengthening it- my vision gets messed up. First haziness, color, then perception. I never went farther than that before. All of these I have only experience when invisible and my vision goes back immediately when I materialize with no side effects."
"Anything else you feel should be brought into our attention?" He internally sighed- he DID sound like an interviewer for the... Super Club...?
Kaito seemed to notice his cousin's exasperation ans grinned besides himself, not mentioning it."Yes. I have been trouble deciding how I should disappear. 'Into thin air'?" he did so and reformed. "Vaporize?" His body seemed to give off a near transparent smoke until there was nothing left, and was scattered in the air. "'Virtual?'" He was enveloped in a green light in the shape of an thin elliptical that disappeared. "'Fade away?" Slowly his body got fainer and fainter until he disappeared into nothingness. "Oh, and of that variant, Cheshire Cat-esque?" his wide grin returned to the peaunut gallery watching the spectacle he was making.
They didn't disappoint. Saguru closed his pocketbook. "Congratulations. You passed."
A silence passed. A mark of friendship really, when people could sit in silence and be absolutey comfortable. Shinichi had brought everyone's favorite snacks he kept a full stock of (they crashed there often enough) and proceeded to clean out his pantry with his appetite in twelve seconds flat. Saguru was reading his Kindle, Ribea and snickerdoodles floating around him on plates. Kaito entertained himself by phasing the ice cream one through his stomach, claiming it cooled him off better. Heiji was having some difficulty handling his chopsticks without breaking them like toothpicks, so he settled on slurping down the octopus whole. Four best friends, just hanging out.
Finally deciding it had been far too long since anything had happened ( a full fifteen minutes, the horror!) Shinichi decided to at least attempt to close their little gathering offically. He grabbed the offical looking binder he had gotten to copie down Saguru's notes and notes of his own.
"Well then, let's go over what was decided today. No speaking of this to anyone, keep a look out for suspicious characters, and gain a better control over your powers. Please, no destruction of the meeting site if it can be avoided." He shot a look at Heiji and Saguru, who glanced back sheepishly.
"Next meeting, please have your personal recordings of your powers, and any theories you may have. Debates about actions will begin two meetings from now, and all of them will be held here four times a week until further notice."
"I, Kudo Shinichi, officially create this circle of freaks and elect fellow freaks Hattori Heiji, Hakuba Saguru, and Kuroba Kaito into the league. May we stand together, destroy together, and spontaneously combust together from this day forward.
"Do we have any other hopefuls?" he paused. "No? Good. Then the first official meeting of The... Super Club is adjourned." He blew a raspberry at the empty confectionary box. "Pass me the pocky please."
"I kinda like "vaporize", but it seems too long. How about a snap to go along with "into thin air"?"
"Hmmm.. Good point Hattori." The magician snaped his fingers and left their sight. His disembodied voice cheered. "Thanks!"
"Trust Kuroba to be concerned with how to diappear." Saguru commented into his Kindle, bemused. "You're so narrsistic."
"I saw you looking in the mirror. Wrinkles coming in alread- OI!" A book sailed through where once Kaito was. Once it cleared through harms' way, He reformed. "Ha ha! You misse- OW!" he book came back like a boomerang, hitting him in the back of the head.
Saguru didn't even look up, but his lip twitched like it almost wanted to smile. Heiji just began to crack up, litterally shaking the bed at his laughter. Shinichi sighed.
So much for things being back to normal.
As I'm sure you guys have figured out, this concept has been discussed between mousettez and I. What y'all didn't know is that I actually had planned out an entire multi-chap! Bad news is that it's still all in my head! More bad news is that I have another multi going on! Good news... Um I had waffles today? And they were good? Okay okay! They're... Inspiration! The kind that comes up with GB mini plots! Yay!
And if they seem OOC a bit... Good. I was going for it. Cause you know, not all of us take it as well as others. In reality it should have been much darker, but since I kinda flopped on the whole humor thing, I thought poor Mouse-chan needed a break. So you get comic relief!
Shinichi leadership time! Yay!
Well I think I had my say up top, so we'll just paste Dreamer's Kodiak Moments here!
*~*~Dreamer's Kodiak Moments~*~*
Shinichi sitting around, eating pocky /offering pocky, naming the Club.
Heiji NOT NEEDING ANGER MANAGEMENT, still standing during an earthquake while the other two are hiding under a table
Saguru thinking through their Shinichi and Heiji's weirdness and random junk is flying around, saying congratulations
Kaito trying to decide between his disappearances and his interview.
And yes chocolate does relieve stress.
Mm yep. Please review! Pocky anyone?
