My name is Edogawa Conan. Until a few months ago, I was called Kudo Shinichi, the great high school detective. Because of a run in with some men in black, I was given an experimental poison that should have killed me. However, it just made me younger, ten years younger.
There are only a few people in the world who know my secret identity. That would be Professor Agasa, my parents, Heiji (another high school detective), and Haibara. She was the person who made the drug and is now hiding from the black Org.
And of course, the famous thief magician, Kaitou Kid.
Even though my body has shrunk, my mind still remains, and with this, I vow to catch those who did this to me and return to my normal size.
There is only one Truth! Although, for this special case, I can settle on a few.
Chapter OneEdogowa Conan, or Kudo Shinichi to those who knew, sat in a chair reading a book on Sherlock Holmes. There hadn't been that many mysteries lately, and the young man turned child was getting a bit bored. Not even his beloved Holmes could entertain him anymore. There had to be something that he could do, but what could entertain him, yet still look childish enough for a grade schooler to do? Solitare? To advanced. Read? He had read every book Mori had, and that hadn't been many. He didn't dare venture into Ran's books other than a few on martial arts. The rest were sappy romance books. The girl had a feminine side, who knew? Draw? He couldn't draw to save his life. Write? He was supposed to be a child, children weren't supposed to do write for fun. It was invented soley to torture the young, that was all. Maybe he could go outside and find something to do. He looked outside and grimaced. He had forgotten that they were currently in the middle of a rain storm and it didn't look like it was going to be stopping any time soon.
"Ran-neechan," he said in a childish voice, deciding that it was time to go to the expert. Said expert looked up from a Karate magazine and gave her attention to the small child. "I'm bored." It was plain, simple, and to the point, something he would expect from a child. Ran laughed and placed the magazine on the table in front of her and looked at Conan, a hint of mischief in her brown eyes.
"You are," she asked, hints of amusement in her voice. "But I thought you would have fun reading that Sherlock Holmes book. Shinichi let me borrow it one day and I forgot to return it to him," she mumbled, looking away from him. "But I'm glad that you like Holmes too, now it doesn't have to collect dust on my shelf!"
'Collect dust,' he thought horrified. 'This book should never have to "collect dust"'. "But I already read it five times, Ran-neechan, once today and the others some time ago. 'More like five thousand times,' he laughed in his mind. He loved all of the Holmes mysteries and spent a great deal of time reading them. "Isn't there anything that we can do?"
Ran bit her bottom lip softly as she began to think of things that would entertain Conan, but would allow her to keep things in line. "Um, how about we go through the mail, Conan-kun," she said with a smile. "It's gotten backed up lately and I need some help fishing out the bills so I can pay them!"
Conan blinked and shrugged his tiny shoulders. It was better than nothing. "Alright," he said with a smile upon his face as he got off the chair and looked around. "Where is the mail?" Ran went over to a large trash bag and dumped its contents into the middle of floor. Over a hundred envelopes fell from the bag and onto the floor, causing Conan to flinch. "That's a lot, neechan…"
"I know," she said as she kneeled on the floor and picked one up. Her nose crinkled slightly as she put it back into the bag. "Junk mail," she said as she picked up a few more and placed them into the bag. "It can go in the trash bag, everything else can stay here so Dad and I can go through it later. Conan nodded and began to sort through the huge pile of letters.
One letter in particular caught his eye and he picked it up, noticing that it had a slight fruity fragrance to it. 'It must be another admirer letter to Mori,' he thought disgusted as he looked at the sender. His eyes narrowed when he saw the return address was from a jail in Ireland. He nodded, 'this might not be what I thought it was.' "Neechan," he said as he walked over to Ran who was busy sorting the letters. "This one is from Ireland."
"Ireland?" She took the letter gently and opened it, seeing as how it was written for the agency, and not just for her Father. It took her a few minutes to read it all, but when she did, she smiled. "Looks like my Father got a case, Conan," she smiled as she pointed to the letter. "Would you like to read it?" The child nodded and took the letter back, reading its contents as Ran went to get her Father.
Dear Mori-san,
My name is Shirley and, as you can tell from the return address, I am in a jail in Ireland. Mori-san, I know it is wrong of me to do so, but I need to ask something of you. I need you solve a case for me. You see I was framed by someone and put in jail. I've asked other detectives before, but each one of them quit once they realized how complex this case is and how powerful Mr. Artemis Fowl II is. Sir, I am begging you to help me. Without you, I am going to stay in this prison for the rest of my life. Please come to Ireland, I will be sure to pay you for your troubles.
Sincerely yours,
Shirley McFarley
'Shirley, eh,' Conan thought as he heard the pounding of feet on the hard floor. Mori was probably coming to get the letter from him. He smirked when he saw that he was right and had to act surprised when he took it from his grasp. "Uncle Mori," he said, sounding shocked. "When did you come in?"
"Shhh," he said as he scanned over the paper. "Pay me," he said out loud, a hint of happiness in his voice. "This might be worth it," he said, a grin on his face. "Ran," he yelled as he waved the paper in the air. "Pack your bags, we're going to Ireland!"
"What about me, Uncle," He used the cutest voice he could muster as he gave Mori the dreaded puppy dog eyes of doom that would cause any person to bend to his will.
"You too," the man said as he ran out of the room, shouting something about how he was going global. Conan smiled and placed his hands in his pockets before he walked out of the room. Later on, he would do some research on the two people from the letter so that he would be prepared for the case. However, right now he needed to pack his belongings, child style.
He paused for a second before he rethought the contents of the letter. It was short, sweet, and to the point. Usually, letters were like that if you were asking someone for something, but this one seemed… wrong. 'It's probably my imagination,' he concluded as he started to walk again. 'But… I wonder who wrote the letter for her? I mean, that Japanese was near perfect!' This was going to prove interesting for the young detective. Yes, very interesting indeed.
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Four days later, Conan found himself inside of an all-woman's jail, looking at a beautiful young woman. She had brown hair that hung just past her shoulders and hazel eyes that seemed to draw a person in. In this case, that person was Mori who was currently babbling nonsense to the young woman who waited patiently for her chance to speak.
"You see," she said as she lowered her gaze, her Japanese immaculate even though her Irish accent still remained. "I am only allowed to tell you a few things, Mori-san. Everything else I have been forbidden to say by the court."
Mori closed his eyes and nodded before looking back at Shirley. "So, you can't tell us why you are in jail?"
"That, I can tell you," she said as she pushed some hair behind her ear. "Mr. Fowl told people that I was to blame for the theft of the famous painting "Moonlight Shadow" from a few years ago."
Conan's eyes widened at what she had said. So that was it, that's who she was. When he had looked for her in his father's files, he didn't find anything and there was nothing on "Artemis Fowl" that he could find, other than some old guy and his 12 year old son. He understood that she was probably using a cover name for whoever did that to her, after all, who would have the last name "Fowl?"
"I see," Mori said as he stroked his chin. "Then I have all the information I need," he declared, a smile on his face. "We will go talk to this guy, alright miss? So please wait a little while longer, you won't be in there for long, I promise you that."
The young woman smiled and nodded before a guard took her by the arm and led her away, leaving Mori, Ran, and Conan to leave the building. "Did you get that address, Ran," Mori asked as they got into the rental van.
"Yes," she said as she took it out of her pocket. "It's a good drive from here, but we should make it in an hour or so." Mori nodded as he started up the vehicle, looking at the directions that Ran had given him.
"Alright, Mr. Fowl," he said as he got onto the main road. "I think it's time that we finally meet."
'You took the words right out of my mouth,' Conan thought as he looked out the window. 'And I guess I was wrong… she must have written the letter herself. I wonder where she learned Japanese. It's not a very common language in the global community unless you are involved in electronics.' These kinds of thoughts plagued the young detective's mind as they continued their drive to the elusive Artemis Fowl II's house.
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"This has to be wrong," Mori said as he stared at the house in front of him. Correction: Mansion. "This must be the hotel… you probably mixed up the directions, Ran."
"But I could have sworn that this was the Fowl residence," she said as she brought her finger to the side of her face.
"May I help you," a deep voice said from behind the three people. They jumped slightly and turned, seeing a rather tall man with a bald head behind them.
"At least he speaks English," she said as she pointed to the house. "Is this the Fowl home?" The giant man nodded and then crossed his arms over his large chest.
"Why do you want to know, girl?"
"We ask few question to Mr. Fowl," Mori said, his English a bit rusty. "Do know he in?" Butler looked at him and then looked at Ran and Conan.
"Master Fowl is out on business, you have to come back later."
Conan, who was trying his best to look like he didn't know what they were talking about, tugged on Ran's skirt slightly. "Neechan, does he have a son that I can play with?"
"Oh," Ran said as she remembered something. "Mr. Fowl has a son right? Also named Artemis? Is he, by chance, the third one?"
"He is the second," Butler told her as he eyed Conan. "He is in at the moment; I can go see if he wants visitors if you want.
"That would be very helpful," Ran said as her father continued to try and remember his English. "Um, please excuse my father…"
"It's fine," the large man said, this time in Japanese. "We know many languages in this house, so we can speak the one that would be… easier on both parties to understand each other."
Ran smiled and nodded as he guided them toward the door. He opened it and allowed all of them to enter, telling them to stay put while he found his young master. The trio nodded as the large man left, allowing Conan to digest a few things he had just learned.
The Artemis Fowl they were talking about had to be the same one he read about in his father's file. Although, that file was severely out of date and didn't have current information on the Fowl boy. 'I guess I will have to update it once I get back,' he thought with a smile before he heard someone clear their throat. He looked up and found a teenaged boy, around the age that he had been, looking down at him. The boy had midnight black hair that hung a bit past his ears in a choppy yet classy fashion and had the most amazing eyes. One eye was a crystal blue while the other was a slightly darker blue. It was uncommon for people to have two different colored eyes, but it wasn't that rare either.
"Hello there," he said, his Japanese perfect. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Artemis Fowl II, how may I help you three today?" Conan looked at the boy closely, trying to memorize every detail about him. After all, even the smallest of details would be important later on in Mori's, that means his, case. He had a faint scent of after shave on him, no doubt from the morning. His over all smell was that of a book, a nice worn out book. 'He must not get outside much,' Conan thought as he noticed his pale complexion.
"Um," Ran blushed as she tried to get the words out. "We came here to-"
"We're here to talk to you about Shirley McFarley," Mori declared, his voice loud and obnoxious. "She hired me to do some detective work and wants us to prove her innocence!"
Conan watched as something flashed through Fowl's eyes. It was too quick for him to decipher, but he had a few hunches as to what it was. 'He might be feeling guilty about what he did,' he thought as he waited for the teen's response to Mori's outburst.
"Oh, she's at it again," he said, moving a few bangs from his eyes, only to have them fall back to place. "She's been at this for the past few years, yet each time, she was proven guilty by all who she hired. I assure you, I have nothing to hide," a smirk appeared on his face as he said this. "But you are free to do as you wish so you can also come to the same conclusion as them. You may stay here until your investigation is over."
Ran's eyes widened as she looked around for a moment and then back at Fowl. "Do you mean it? We can stay here until my Father figures out what is going on? Thank you so much," she said, a bright smile on her face.
Artemis nodded his head and then looked over to the man who had showed them into the house. "This is Butler; he will show you all to your rooms and will help you unpack." The bald headed man bowed slightly to the three and turned around, starting to walk near a flight of stairs.
"If you would please follow me I will show you where you will be staying." Mori was the first to follow, his head held high and a smile on his face. Ran was next, pausing only slightly to look at Artemis before she also started up the stairs. That left only Artemis and Conan.
"Hey, Artemis-niichan," Conan began in his childish voice before Artemis stopped him.
"We can talk later," he said with a cold smile before he turned on his heel and walked off into another corridor. Conan frowned as he began to walk up the stairs that Ran and Mori had gone up. The boy, Artemis, was a strange one. He really should have paid more attention to him in his father's files.
"Conan-kun," Ran said as she saw the boy coming closer to them. "There you are, Butler-san was about to show us where you will be staying." The bald man nodded and pointed to a room on the left side of the hall way.
"Is he alright to sleep by himself, or would he rather stay with his father?" Conan's glasses slid down his nose as he stared at Butler. Did he and Mori really look that alike? 'That was an insult to my intelligence,' he thought as he pushed his glasses back up.
"My Mom and Dad over seas right now," he told Butler. "This is my Uncle Mori!" Mori, who wasn't paying attention, pointed to another room.
"You said this was my room, right?" Butler looked at where he was pointing and nodded. He then turned to Ran and pointed down the hall.
"You will be staying in the next hall over," he informed her as he continued walking. "You have nothing to fear, you will be staying in the room next to my sister's. She is also not in at the moment," he told her as they both disappeared from view. Mori mumbled something about bags and went back downstairs to get everyone's things from the car.
"And that just leaves me," Conan said as he looked around the hallway. He turned and walked over to his room and opened the door, peering inside. It was a fairly nice room, twice as big as the one he lived in at Ran's house. It had a book shelf full of books, a bed, and a dresser complete with mirror, a bathroom, and a computer desk with a desk top on it. "Well, at least I have a computer," he muttered under his breath as he closed the door and walked over to the computer, getting up in the chair and booting up the machine. The familiar hum of the computer was the only noise in the room as Conan waited for it to warm up.
A few moments later, Conan found himself searching the internet for anything on Mr. Fowl II. He ran a Google search and soon found things on the famous Fowl family. They were rich (it was evident by their house) and had a total of three children. The first, Artemis, was born 17 years ago and was a renowned child genius. The other two were twins whose gender and names were there, he just felt that they weren't that important at the time. They were around 3 years old right now. The Father had been involved in crime and was declared missing until a few years ago when he was found near Russian waters. He had just completed physical therapy a few years ago and was now traveling the world with his wife and youngest children.
That left just Artemis and the one he called Butler.
He searched for several more minutes, but didn't find any hard evidence that would help him with the case. He found news paper articles on the "Destroy the Human's" Plot, but nothing went into anything specific when it came to Mr. Fowl.
'Since his family is loaded, my guess is that they paid off the media to keep quiet,' he concluded as he turned off the monitor and got off the chair. 'I may have to go exploring,' he thought, and evil laugh echoing through his mind. 'I wonder what kinds of things "Conan" can find.' With this thought, the shrunken detective walked out of his room and ran down the hall, nearly tripping Mori in the process.
"Hey! Slow down Conan! We're not in Japan anymore!" He yelled as he threw Conan's things in room, letting them hit the floor hard. "Stupid kid," he muttered as he dragged his own things to his room, deciding to give Ran her things when he saw her next.
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Conan ran down the halls, looking for the dark haired teen he saw earlier. 'I want to find out more about him, maybe if I find his room, it can tell me more about the type of person he is.' It was a truly great plan, if he had any say in it. There was only one real problem, and that made itself known when Conan ran into it. Him.
"Child, what are you doing here," Butler said as he loomed over Conan. "Shouldn't you be getting ready for bed?"
Conan put on an annoyed face and got up, brushing off some imaginary dust from his pants. "It's only 8," he said as he put his hands in his pockets. "I may be small, but I'm old enough to stay up past 10."
Butler laughed a little and bent down, patting the child on the head. "You remind me of young master Fowl when he was a child. He was so… full of youth, I guess you could say," he chuckled as he slowly straightened back up, his back cracking in the process. "Whoa," he said as he stumbled a bit, placing a hand on the wall to steady himself. "I keep forgetting that I'm not as young as I used to be," he said as he waited for the pain in his back to subside. "Run along now, child, supper will be ready soon and Master Fowl expects you to be there."
"Alright," Conan said as he ran down the hall, still intent on finding Artemis' room. He looked back for a second to see if Butler was alright, but saw that the man had already disappeared. 'Poor guy,' he thought as he turned a corner and found himself in another hallway full of doors. "Ah," he said, putting his hands in his pockets. "Russian Roulette. Pick the correct door, find Fowl. Pick the wrong door, walk in on someone bathing or something." A mental image of Ran in the hot spring with him made him turn red, but he shook the thought from his mind. No time for that right now, he had a mystery to solve.
"Hmmm, this one," he declared as he opened the closest door to him. It opened soundlessly and Conan found his jaw dropping a little. There was Ran, in nothing but her undergarments. She was turned slightly away from the door, so she didn't see it open, thankful enough for him. He quickly closed the door, making sure not to make a sound while he felt the steam coming out of his ears.
"She has quiet a lovely body," a voice said from behind him. Conan jerked around and found a grinning Artemis Fowl standing behind him. "Although, not really my type," he said with a weak shrug. "Although, from the looks of it, she might be yours."
Conan continued to blush, attempting to get his stuttering under control. "N-no! Ran not… No! She, me…. Wh-wha?" Artemis laughed at the young boy and picked him up, bringing him down the halls.
"Now then," Artemis said as he held the boy up to where he could look him in the eyes. "We need to have a little talk." Conan grimaced, talks were never good. "First, please don't look me up online again, the people on there can never capture the true me. They think of me as a heartless person who thinks only for himself. That's only partly true. Second, I monitor everything that goes on in this house, so don't think you can get away with anything. That means no drawing on the wall and attempting to blame it on me. That has been done several times and each time, the person failed to make me take the blame." Conan raised and eyebrow and then remembered that Fowl had Twin siblings. That made a lot of sense now. "Now then," Artemis said with his cold smile. "What were you looking for, little one?"
"Um," he said as he swung his legs a bit. "I was wondering where your room was… just in case I needed to talk to you or if I got bored." It wasn't a complete lie, he concluded while he waited for the teen to respond.
"Is that all," he asked, an amused smirk on his face. "All you had to do was ask Butler or myself if I was around." Conan blinked, not understanding what he was saying, which was a very rare sight to behold.
"My room is right next to yours, my dear little detective."
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Plot Bunnies are evil. 'Nough said, ne? Well, this came to me on the Fourth of July, right after a party. Don't ask how, just know that Katreal was there . Anyways, I was actually considering not telling her until I got further along, but then I realized something: What if someone else had already done the idea? So, I told her, and... well, lets just say she was very happy. Apparently, she's been looking for an Artemis Fowl/Detective Conan Crossover for a while now and she couldn't find one (Other than a one shot and little snippets by a girl [whose name eludes me, but it starts with L... Lizeth or something like that Please forgive if I spelled her name wrong ). This made me even happier and I managed to write a lot for it.
As always, reviews are welcome, alerts and fave's are too. And if you see any room for improvement (which I know is there, it just isn't jumping out at me at the moment.)
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Friendless Girl
And now, a short little extra something my friend and I came up with
Mori burst into the police station, his head held high, "guess who's gong globa!" He yelled, startling the people who were trying to work.
"Kudo finally went golbal," one person said and Mori fell down, his left eye twitching.
"No…"
"Oh, then was it that guy Heiji?"
"NO! It's me! I got a case in Ireland," Mori said, sticking a heroic pose for some unknown reason.
"Why would anyone want you in Ireland? I mean, you already make a fool of yourself here, why do it in another county?"
Mori fell down again, silent tears coming from his eyes.