Note: Jeez, how long has it been since I've updated this thing? Nine
months? SORRY, I was planning on finishing this chapter in the summer, but
you can blame the loooong delay on my sudden obsession with Slayers, which
ended up making me forget about Detective Conan for at least 4 months
(which has to be some kind of record). Anyway, I know this chapter is
short, but I'm already halfway done with the next chapter, and then after
that, I'll start working on The Other End again. That is, if I manage to
get over the Slayers fever anytime soon. Must.get.more.videos.
Chapter 3- The Race
The class was going to be playing soccer that day. Conan would have actually paid attention for once, if it weren't for the fact that they wouldn't be playing for long. These kids weren't as stupid as they seemed, and somehow, some way, they'd keep the teacher busy.
Sure enough, as soon as they got outside, a little girl "accidentally" tripped and fell, screaming that she'd broken both her legs.
"Class, stay here! I'll be right back!" the teacher ordered, and carried the girl off to the nurse's office. It took only a second after she disappeared into the building before the children were surrounding the two contenders in a tight circle.
"Fight! Fight!" they chanted eagerly. The majority of the class was on Genta's side, tiring of the bully's reign. But a third of the class, who Shiba had either threatened or bribed, was on his side.
On the outside of the circle stood the only two neutral beings on the field.
"Hey, hey, they aren't seriously going to fight each other, are they?" Conan said with disbelief.
"A mob's a mob. Scary, isn't it?" Haibara replied.
Shiba stepped forward, fist raised and looking incredibly intimidating. Genta's nostrils flared, and some of the children could swear a whiff of steam whooshed out. He roared like a mad rhinoceros, and began to charge.
At least until Conan jumped in between them. "Look, guys, can't we solve this some other way?"
The children groaned. There was the weird kid again, trying to spoil their fun.
"Like how?"
Conan's eyes widened a bit at the glares the two would-be fighters were giving him, but still he persisted. "You know, like a race or something?"
Shiba pondered the matter for a whole minute, then grinned. "Okay! A race it is then!"
Conan mentally slapped himself on his forehead. Speed wasn't Genta's strong point. "Wait, no, how about a soccer game? That way we'd be following the teacher's plans too!"
No one seemed particularly interested in doing what the teacher wanted, but they thought it over.
"Or maybe," Haibara interjected, "we could have a three-part challenge, with the race and soccer game as two of them. Whoever wins two out of three is the victor."
A bit annoyed by the fact that he wasn't the one to think that up, Conan sighed, "Right. Then what should the third challenge be?"
"An eating contest!" Ayumi and Mitsuhiko shouted at once, going for Genta's strengths.
"Great. That settles it. We should start the race before the teacher comes back." Haibara smirked. Oh, the look on Kudo-kun's face.
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The race was simple: run to the end of the field, touch the tree, then run back. Whoever got to the finish line first won the race. But estimating the size of the two, and guessing that neither of them might make it back without collapsing, Conan changed the rules so that whoever got the farthest in two minutes won, to which there was no complaint.
Mitsuhiko counted down the seconds on his new watch, and off they went! At first both of them were going at a steady pace, then Shiba began to speed up. Seeing this, Genta pushed himself harder, but to no effect. At last he put both hands under his belly for support and resorted to rolling the rest of the way.
Conan considered calling this a breaking of the rules, but changed his mind.
One minute was up. Shiba slapped the tree trunk with his pudgy hand and made a 360 back to the direction he came from. Genta was not far behind. He crashed into the tree and dazedly stood up, deciding rolling was not the smartest way of running a race when he'd just eaten a large breakfast a few hours ago.
The time was one minute and thirty seconds. Both runners were exhausted. They dragged on, panting like dogs. Ayumi and Mitsuhiko began shouting out the seconds as they passed by.
"Thirty four, thirty five, thirty six, thirty seven."
Genta noticed that his shoelace had come undone. Not wanting to trip over his feet, which would mean certain defeat, he paused to stoop down and tie them.
The children groaned. "No! Don't! H-hey, look up! HEY!"
At last his shoelaces were tied, and rather nicely too. Genta was proud of himself. He straightened up with a goofy smile on his face to resume the race, but found that it was already over. During the time he'd spent tying his shoes, Shiba had reached the finish line, and was now lying on the ground looking starved for air.
Haibara shook her head disapprovingly. Conan simply hung his head. "That idiot."
Chapter 3- The Race
The class was going to be playing soccer that day. Conan would have actually paid attention for once, if it weren't for the fact that they wouldn't be playing for long. These kids weren't as stupid as they seemed, and somehow, some way, they'd keep the teacher busy.
Sure enough, as soon as they got outside, a little girl "accidentally" tripped and fell, screaming that she'd broken both her legs.
"Class, stay here! I'll be right back!" the teacher ordered, and carried the girl off to the nurse's office. It took only a second after she disappeared into the building before the children were surrounding the two contenders in a tight circle.
"Fight! Fight!" they chanted eagerly. The majority of the class was on Genta's side, tiring of the bully's reign. But a third of the class, who Shiba had either threatened or bribed, was on his side.
On the outside of the circle stood the only two neutral beings on the field.
"Hey, hey, they aren't seriously going to fight each other, are they?" Conan said with disbelief.
"A mob's a mob. Scary, isn't it?" Haibara replied.
Shiba stepped forward, fist raised and looking incredibly intimidating. Genta's nostrils flared, and some of the children could swear a whiff of steam whooshed out. He roared like a mad rhinoceros, and began to charge.
At least until Conan jumped in between them. "Look, guys, can't we solve this some other way?"
The children groaned. There was the weird kid again, trying to spoil their fun.
"Like how?"
Conan's eyes widened a bit at the glares the two would-be fighters were giving him, but still he persisted. "You know, like a race or something?"
Shiba pondered the matter for a whole minute, then grinned. "Okay! A race it is then!"
Conan mentally slapped himself on his forehead. Speed wasn't Genta's strong point. "Wait, no, how about a soccer game? That way we'd be following the teacher's plans too!"
No one seemed particularly interested in doing what the teacher wanted, but they thought it over.
"Or maybe," Haibara interjected, "we could have a three-part challenge, with the race and soccer game as two of them. Whoever wins two out of three is the victor."
A bit annoyed by the fact that he wasn't the one to think that up, Conan sighed, "Right. Then what should the third challenge be?"
"An eating contest!" Ayumi and Mitsuhiko shouted at once, going for Genta's strengths.
"Great. That settles it. We should start the race before the teacher comes back." Haibara smirked. Oh, the look on Kudo-kun's face.
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The race was simple: run to the end of the field, touch the tree, then run back. Whoever got to the finish line first won the race. But estimating the size of the two, and guessing that neither of them might make it back without collapsing, Conan changed the rules so that whoever got the farthest in two minutes won, to which there was no complaint.
Mitsuhiko counted down the seconds on his new watch, and off they went! At first both of them were going at a steady pace, then Shiba began to speed up. Seeing this, Genta pushed himself harder, but to no effect. At last he put both hands under his belly for support and resorted to rolling the rest of the way.
Conan considered calling this a breaking of the rules, but changed his mind.
One minute was up. Shiba slapped the tree trunk with his pudgy hand and made a 360 back to the direction he came from. Genta was not far behind. He crashed into the tree and dazedly stood up, deciding rolling was not the smartest way of running a race when he'd just eaten a large breakfast a few hours ago.
The time was one minute and thirty seconds. Both runners were exhausted. They dragged on, panting like dogs. Ayumi and Mitsuhiko began shouting out the seconds as they passed by.
"Thirty four, thirty five, thirty six, thirty seven."
Genta noticed that his shoelace had come undone. Not wanting to trip over his feet, which would mean certain defeat, he paused to stoop down and tie them.
The children groaned. "No! Don't! H-hey, look up! HEY!"
At last his shoelaces were tied, and rather nicely too. Genta was proud of himself. He straightened up with a goofy smile on his face to resume the race, but found that it was already over. During the time he'd spent tying his shoes, Shiba had reached the finish line, and was now lying on the ground looking starved for air.
Haibara shook her head disapprovingly. Conan simply hung his head. "That idiot."