Chapter 2- Confrontation
The sky glowed a red and orange hue as the day drew to an end Mitsuhiko hurried through the streets with a new remote control motorcycle in his hands.
"I've got to show this to the others!" he panted, rounding a corner. "Whoa!" He bumped into something large resembling a brick wall and fell to the ground, the motorcycle flying from his hands. "Ouch..."
"Watch where you're goin'!"
The large something was Shiba's stomach.
"S-sorry!" Mitsuhiko cried, scrambling up. He watched as Shiba bent to pick up the motorcycle. "Thanks," he said. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.
"No problem," Shiba sneered, and smashed the motorcycle on the ground.
Mitsuhiko was devastated. His present! The reward for all those days of pulling weeds and doing chores was gone before he could even use it!
The bully grinned. "Oops! Sorry, freckles. It must have slipped out of my hands!" Laughing, he turned to leave.
"Wait!"
Shiba stopped
"Umm, erm, what I meant to say was..." Mitsuhiko gulped. How had Conan-kun done it? "That-that wasn't fair. You n-need to pay me back. I mean, uh, please?"
The cracking of knuckles was audible.
"Ohh, boy..."
"Mitsuhiko-kun, what happened!?"
The next morning at school, Ayumi was appalled to see Mitsuhiko's face covered in bruises.
"It was Shiba-kun," he answered miserably. "I tried standing up to him like Conan-kun, but all he did was cram my face in."
I must be the worst role model ever, Conan though dully. A certain Sleeping Detective came to mind. Well, maybe not the worst "So didn't you tell your parents?"
"Conan-kun, you're starting to sound like a grown-up!" Ayumi exclaimed. "You know that never works!"
"That's right," Mitsuhiko agreed. "If you do that, he'll just hit you harder the next time."
A cry issued from a corner of the classroom. Shiba was collecting his so-called 'New Student Taxes.'
He's been here for only one week and he's in control of the class more than the teacher is, Conan observed.
"You should beat him up, Conan-kun!" Ayumi egged on.
"Uh, Ayumi-chan? I don't think I stand as good a chance of beating him up than you do."
"Just ignore him," said Haibara, speaking up for the first time that day. "He only wants a reaction from you. Ignore him and he'll leave you alone sooner or later."
A clanging of coins came from the corner of the room. Shiba was emptying a little boy's pockets.
"You know what's sad?" Conan whispered to Haibara. "It's that people like him usually grow up to do things that people like me have to stop."
"Then I guess that means more work for people like you and more misery for people like me," Haibara yawned. "Besides, it's probably not all his fault. He might be having family problems or had something bad happen in the past. You should know that better than anyone, Mr. Detective?"
"Oh? And since when have you become an expert in bullies?"
"Sociology, tenth grade."
While Conan and Haibara were having their private discussion, Ayumi looked upon Shiba with disgust. "I wish Genta-kun was here..." she sighed.
Then there he was. Standing in the doorway with a fierce glint in his eye, Genta glared coldly at Shiba.
"Genta-kun, you got better!" Ayumi and Mitsuhiko cheered. Suddenly there was hope in their lives.
The clanging of coins ceased. Shiba turned around to face the newcomer. Genta stomped up to the bully, his eyes barely reaching shoulder level.
"You lookin' at me?"
"Yeah."
"You got a problem with me?"
"Yeah."
Genta's eyes burned with fire. He looked like a wolf who's territory had been intruded upon.
"Genta-kun is so cool!" Ayumi squealed.
"He hasn't even done anything yet," grumbled Mitsuhiko.
"You wanna fight me?"
"Yeah."
An image popped into the children's heads of two sumo wrestlers gearing for battle.
"Today during gym?"
"Yeah."
Then they separated and returned to their seats just as the teacher came in.
"Well, that was short." Conan mused.
"But they got a lot done, unlike someone who uses flashy entrances to say very little," Haibara shot back.
"Leave me alone."
The sky glowed a red and orange hue as the day drew to an end Mitsuhiko hurried through the streets with a new remote control motorcycle in his hands.
"I've got to show this to the others!" he panted, rounding a corner. "Whoa!" He bumped into something large resembling a brick wall and fell to the ground, the motorcycle flying from his hands. "Ouch..."
"Watch where you're goin'!"
The large something was Shiba's stomach.
"S-sorry!" Mitsuhiko cried, scrambling up. He watched as Shiba bent to pick up the motorcycle. "Thanks," he said. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.
"No problem," Shiba sneered, and smashed the motorcycle on the ground.
Mitsuhiko was devastated. His present! The reward for all those days of pulling weeds and doing chores was gone before he could even use it!
The bully grinned. "Oops! Sorry, freckles. It must have slipped out of my hands!" Laughing, he turned to leave.
"Wait!"
Shiba stopped
"Umm, erm, what I meant to say was..." Mitsuhiko gulped. How had Conan-kun done it? "That-that wasn't fair. You n-need to pay me back. I mean, uh, please?"
The cracking of knuckles was audible.
"Ohh, boy..."
"Mitsuhiko-kun, what happened!?"
The next morning at school, Ayumi was appalled to see Mitsuhiko's face covered in bruises.
"It was Shiba-kun," he answered miserably. "I tried standing up to him like Conan-kun, but all he did was cram my face in."
I must be the worst role model ever, Conan though dully. A certain Sleeping Detective came to mind. Well, maybe not the worst "So didn't you tell your parents?"
"Conan-kun, you're starting to sound like a grown-up!" Ayumi exclaimed. "You know that never works!"
"That's right," Mitsuhiko agreed. "If you do that, he'll just hit you harder the next time."
A cry issued from a corner of the classroom. Shiba was collecting his so-called 'New Student Taxes.'
He's been here for only one week and he's in control of the class more than the teacher is, Conan observed.
"You should beat him up, Conan-kun!" Ayumi egged on.
"Uh, Ayumi-chan? I don't think I stand as good a chance of beating him up than you do."
"Just ignore him," said Haibara, speaking up for the first time that day. "He only wants a reaction from you. Ignore him and he'll leave you alone sooner or later."
A clanging of coins came from the corner of the room. Shiba was emptying a little boy's pockets.
"You know what's sad?" Conan whispered to Haibara. "It's that people like him usually grow up to do things that people like me have to stop."
"Then I guess that means more work for people like you and more misery for people like me," Haibara yawned. "Besides, it's probably not all his fault. He might be having family problems or had something bad happen in the past. You should know that better than anyone, Mr. Detective?"
"Oh? And since when have you become an expert in bullies?"
"Sociology, tenth grade."
While Conan and Haibara were having their private discussion, Ayumi looked upon Shiba with disgust. "I wish Genta-kun was here..." she sighed.
Then there he was. Standing in the doorway with a fierce glint in his eye, Genta glared coldly at Shiba.
"Genta-kun, you got better!" Ayumi and Mitsuhiko cheered. Suddenly there was hope in their lives.
The clanging of coins ceased. Shiba turned around to face the newcomer. Genta stomped up to the bully, his eyes barely reaching shoulder level.
"You lookin' at me?"
"Yeah."
"You got a problem with me?"
"Yeah."
Genta's eyes burned with fire. He looked like a wolf who's territory had been intruded upon.
"Genta-kun is so cool!" Ayumi squealed.
"He hasn't even done anything yet," grumbled Mitsuhiko.
"You wanna fight me?"
"Yeah."
An image popped into the children's heads of two sumo wrestlers gearing for battle.
"Today during gym?"
"Yeah."
Then they separated and returned to their seats just as the teacher came in.
"Well, that was short." Conan mused.
"But they got a lot done, unlike someone who uses flashy entrances to say very little," Haibara shot back.
"Leave me alone."