"The Music Is in my Heart" by Kumatenshi
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Disclaimer: All characters (aside from original ones) are derived from "Detective Conan" and are copyrighted to Aoyama Gosho. The original version (which is very different from this one) was posted on a Conan Mailing List on New Year's Eve a year or two ago.
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1.3 Chapter Three: Mistake and Clarification
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Exactly what happened after Hattori rushed out of the room in pursuit of the two girls, I did not know. This was not surprising given my lack of interest in other people's lives. However, as the narrator, I feel it is my duty to supply my readers with as full and detailed an account of all that occurred on that New Year's Eve as possible. Consequently, in certain parts of this story, I have requested the key players to recount their roles that evening by themselves.
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Excerpts from the e-mail from Mouri-Ran
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Dear Natsuki-san,
… I was really shocked when you asked, in your previous e-mail, if I could let you know what happened that New Year's Eve. Of course I can but I must alert you that after all these years, some details may have faded away from my memory. Here's what I remember:
Approximately a week prior to the 31st of December, my father, Mouri Kogoro received an invitation from your father to be a guest speaker at the party, which would take place at his house on New Year's Eve. My father delightedly accepted the invitation and the three of us – my father, Conan (the boy who was living with us at that time, and myself) arrived in Osaka at 3:30 that afternoon. Unfortunately, owing to a delay in claiming our luggage, we did not arrive at the party until 7:40.
The moment we entered the hall, we were kindly greeted by Mr. Nohara. He chatted briefly with my father and informed us that there was another famous detective at the party --- Kudo Shinichi. I was extremely pleased to learn that Shinichi was also at the party as he had been extremely preoccupied with his cases lately and had disappeared 99.9% of the time. I really wanted to find the Mr. Great Detective and let him know that his final year of high school was not too far away and he should start thinking about his examinations. When I at last spotted Shinichi, he was climbing up the stairs and chatting merrily with you. Looking back, it seemed I had over-reacted a little but at that time, it was hard to tell myself not to be jealous. Though you may not admit, I must say you were extremely beautiful that night. Your light, wavy hair was like an expensive veil, gently shielding your slim, firm shoulders. Along with those large, dreamy eyes and the tempting figure hidden behind that elegant dress, you attracted many gazes of admiration from the young men at the party that evening. Watching you and Shinichi together was like being pierced by a spear, right through the heart. I secretly followed you two up the stairs and hid in the corner around the hallway until I saw you two entered the bedroom. I was about to follow when Kazuha patted me on the back that almost made me let out a cry. Apparently, she saw me following you two and she also followed me, trying to know what was happening. I told her I saw Shinichi and you entered a bedroom and she was shocked. I did not know what to do and after a few minutes of thinking, we decided to peep through the slightly ajar door. There was no one in the bedroom (because you two were in the study) and Kazuha wondered if it was just my fantasy. She then persuaded me to return to the party and I did. However, I was quite certain I saw you two entered that bedroom and so a short while later, I returned with Kazuha to the bedroom again. This time, I saw Shinichi holding your hand! At that instant, I could not think, could not breathe, could not do anything but run as fast as I could. I did not know where I was running toward but I did not stop until I bumped into a middle aged woman whom later I learned was a Mrs. Aoki. She appeared to be a bit drunk. I went over, apologized, and tried to help her up. She noticed the tears on my face and asked if I were the girlfriend of that white faced boy who was with you a while ago. Of course, I denied but she just laughed and said I should not worry. She said the Natsuki family was cursed and no Natsuki could fall in love. I thought she was speaking nonsense from the effect of alcohol and helped her to the nearest possible chair. By this time, Kazuha had already caught up with me, and so had Shinichi. Actually, at that time, there was another person standing not too far away from me and watching my every single movement. That was Conan but I was too upset and preoccupied, at the time, to notice his presence.
I was totally prepared that stupid detective would give an excuse as: "Ran, you are mistaken, I am just helping Miss Natsuki to solve a case" or something crappy like that. Hence, I was dumbfounded when the first thing he said to me was, "Mouri, I am not Shinichi, I am actually Hattori." I refused to believe until he removed his wig and wiped off a little of his make-up to reveal a much darker skin. I almost let out a sigh of relief but decided to hold it the moment I saw the expression on poor Kazuha's face. Just a few minutes ago, she was trying her best to comfort me but now, it seemed she desperately needed comfort. Hattori grabbed Kazuha's arm in advance to prevent her from escape as he appeared to be too tired for another chase. He then explained:
"Kazuha, you have met Natsuki-senpai earlier today and you should know that I am here to find Hikaru-senpai. The room you saw just now was Hikaru-senpai's room. I needed to take a look in order to determine the cause of Hikaru-senpai's disappearance."
"I know you've a case to solve but that doesn't require holding hands with Natsuki-senpai, does it?" Kazuha argued quite wisely.
"Kazuha, I am not holding Natsuki's hand. She cut herself with some broken glass and I just helped her bandaged her wound. If you don't believe, you can go ask Natsuki-senpai yourself." Hattori said with an impatient voice.
At that moment, you arrived and showed Kazuha your wounded hand. What happened next, you already knew so I think I should stop here. It is also time for me to prepare dinner before that great detective comes home and complain about his empty stomach.
Best wishes and good luck with your story,
Ran
To be continued
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Disclaimer: All characters (aside from original ones) are derived from "Detective Conan" and are copyrighted to Aoyama Gosho. The original version (which is very different from this one) was posted on a Conan Mailing List on New Year's Eve a year or two ago.
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1.1
1.2 * * *
1.3 Chapter Three: Mistake and Clarification
* * *
Exactly what happened after Hattori rushed out of the room in pursuit of the two girls, I did not know. This was not surprising given my lack of interest in other people's lives. However, as the narrator, I feel it is my duty to supply my readers with as full and detailed an account of all that occurred on that New Year's Eve as possible. Consequently, in certain parts of this story, I have requested the key players to recount their roles that evening by themselves.
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Excerpts from the e-mail from Mouri-Ran
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Dear Natsuki-san,
… I was really shocked when you asked, in your previous e-mail, if I could let you know what happened that New Year's Eve. Of course I can but I must alert you that after all these years, some details may have faded away from my memory. Here's what I remember:
Approximately a week prior to the 31st of December, my father, Mouri Kogoro received an invitation from your father to be a guest speaker at the party, which would take place at his house on New Year's Eve. My father delightedly accepted the invitation and the three of us – my father, Conan (the boy who was living with us at that time, and myself) arrived in Osaka at 3:30 that afternoon. Unfortunately, owing to a delay in claiming our luggage, we did not arrive at the party until 7:40.
The moment we entered the hall, we were kindly greeted by Mr. Nohara. He chatted briefly with my father and informed us that there was another famous detective at the party --- Kudo Shinichi. I was extremely pleased to learn that Shinichi was also at the party as he had been extremely preoccupied with his cases lately and had disappeared 99.9% of the time. I really wanted to find the Mr. Great Detective and let him know that his final year of high school was not too far away and he should start thinking about his examinations. When I at last spotted Shinichi, he was climbing up the stairs and chatting merrily with you. Looking back, it seemed I had over-reacted a little but at that time, it was hard to tell myself not to be jealous. Though you may not admit, I must say you were extremely beautiful that night. Your light, wavy hair was like an expensive veil, gently shielding your slim, firm shoulders. Along with those large, dreamy eyes and the tempting figure hidden behind that elegant dress, you attracted many gazes of admiration from the young men at the party that evening. Watching you and Shinichi together was like being pierced by a spear, right through the heart. I secretly followed you two up the stairs and hid in the corner around the hallway until I saw you two entered the bedroom. I was about to follow when Kazuha patted me on the back that almost made me let out a cry. Apparently, she saw me following you two and she also followed me, trying to know what was happening. I told her I saw Shinichi and you entered a bedroom and she was shocked. I did not know what to do and after a few minutes of thinking, we decided to peep through the slightly ajar door. There was no one in the bedroom (because you two were in the study) and Kazuha wondered if it was just my fantasy. She then persuaded me to return to the party and I did. However, I was quite certain I saw you two entered that bedroom and so a short while later, I returned with Kazuha to the bedroom again. This time, I saw Shinichi holding your hand! At that instant, I could not think, could not breathe, could not do anything but run as fast as I could. I did not know where I was running toward but I did not stop until I bumped into a middle aged woman whom later I learned was a Mrs. Aoki. She appeared to be a bit drunk. I went over, apologized, and tried to help her up. She noticed the tears on my face and asked if I were the girlfriend of that white faced boy who was with you a while ago. Of course, I denied but she just laughed and said I should not worry. She said the Natsuki family was cursed and no Natsuki could fall in love. I thought she was speaking nonsense from the effect of alcohol and helped her to the nearest possible chair. By this time, Kazuha had already caught up with me, and so had Shinichi. Actually, at that time, there was another person standing not too far away from me and watching my every single movement. That was Conan but I was too upset and preoccupied, at the time, to notice his presence.
I was totally prepared that stupid detective would give an excuse as: "Ran, you are mistaken, I am just helping Miss Natsuki to solve a case" or something crappy like that. Hence, I was dumbfounded when the first thing he said to me was, "Mouri, I am not Shinichi, I am actually Hattori." I refused to believe until he removed his wig and wiped off a little of his make-up to reveal a much darker skin. I almost let out a sigh of relief but decided to hold it the moment I saw the expression on poor Kazuha's face. Just a few minutes ago, she was trying her best to comfort me but now, it seemed she desperately needed comfort. Hattori grabbed Kazuha's arm in advance to prevent her from escape as he appeared to be too tired for another chase. He then explained:
"Kazuha, you have met Natsuki-senpai earlier today and you should know that I am here to find Hikaru-senpai. The room you saw just now was Hikaru-senpai's room. I needed to take a look in order to determine the cause of Hikaru-senpai's disappearance."
"I know you've a case to solve but that doesn't require holding hands with Natsuki-senpai, does it?" Kazuha argued quite wisely.
"Kazuha, I am not holding Natsuki's hand. She cut herself with some broken glass and I just helped her bandaged her wound. If you don't believe, you can go ask Natsuki-senpai yourself." Hattori said with an impatient voice.
At that moment, you arrived and showed Kazuha your wounded hand. What happened next, you already knew so I think I should stop here. It is also time for me to prepare dinner before that great detective comes home and complain about his empty stomach.
Best wishes and good luck with your story,
Ran
To be continued