Once again, I don't own Case Closed/Detective Conan. Don't rub it in! Dub names, yadda, yadda, yadda. This is all in the beginning of the intro. Go there if you want useless drivel about how I don't own anything, yakkity, yakkity, yak! Only new thing to add is an apology if the whole time line of this fic doesn't work. In Dub land, Jimmy's seventeen when he's shrunk I think, but almost every other fic has him as eighteen. I don't know...... Anyways, on with my hackneyed story!
"......" talking
'......' thinking
Chapter 1:
Flashback-Rachel's Birthday! / Cab Ride Sardine Squish!
Flashback!
"Wow! Thanks a bunch, Rachel!" exclaimed Conan as Rachel handed him his ice cream.
"Your Welcome!" Rachel smiled.
It was a bright and sunny Saturday afternoon. The birds were singing, kids were playing in the park, and young couples were strolling along the sidewalks. It was the normal stereo type of the perfect day.
Rachel and Conan were at the park that day, just hanging out after having lunch at Sushi Sam's with Rachel's chatty friend, Serena. The two were sitting on a bench by the lake watching toddler's terrorizing the ducks while their parents stood off to the side watching (The parents of the toddlers, not Rachel and Conan's parents. You know, just to let you know. Woah, did that make sense? ).
Rachel sighed as a couple walked by eating ice cream, not unlike her and her young charge.
"You idiot! I'm allergic to pistachio!"
"I'm sorry, honey, I am so stupid to forget! Lemme buy you another one."
"Oh thanks, you're so good to me!"
'Jimmy......'
After listening to the passing lovebirds bicker, Conan finally asked, "What's wrong, Rachel? What's with the sighing? It's your birthday! You should be happy. You're eighteen!"
"Huh?" Rachel replied, suddenly knocked out of her reverie. "Oh, Conan! What was it you were saying? Sorry, I was kind of—"
"Daydreaming about Jimmy?" Conan finished. He grinned as his remark elicited a blush from her.
"I wish he could've been here......" Rachel told the boy. She turned, gave him a wistful smile, and said, "You know, this is the first birthday I've had without him."
Conan looked down at his shoes, a guilty expression painted over his eight-year old features. 'I'm so sorry, Rachel. I can come see you whenever I want, heck, I even live with you......but you......' The small boy reached for her hand.
"I'm pretty sure he wishes he could be with yo—"
SPLAT!
"Ha ha ha! Oh no, Conan!" Rachel gasped through peels of laughter.
"Stupid birds." Conan muttered darkly. A pigeon had just decided to ruin the tender moment by defecating on our poor teenager-turned-kid detective. That's right folks, Conan's head is now covered in bird poop. Fresh bird poop.
After waving an angry fist at the perpetrator (How about poopetrator?), Conan turned to the still-laughing Rachel. "Glad you think this is funny."
"Come on, Conan! If it had been any other person, you'd be laughing too!" She replied.
Her only answer was a sour look from Conan.
"Okay! I'll stop laughing!" she choked out between giggles. "Lemme go get you some napkins, okay?"
"Okay." Answered Conan. "Come back soon, Rachel! It smells!"
"Okay!" chuckled Rachel, walking off to the ice cream shop across the street.
Too bad Conan failed to notice the two familiar thugs in black trench coats walking into the alley right next to the shop......It's also too bad for Rachel, because she, however, did notice. And she remembered......
End Flashback!
'If I had known that was going to be the last time I'd ever see her......' Jimmy thought in the backseat of a cab. Everyone decided to take him to Sushi Sam's for his birthday.
'Where are you, Rachel? Is this what you felt like when you found out that I had left without so much as a goodbye? If it is, you're so much stronger than I am......you took my "leaving" you better than I'm taking your leaving me. If I had known......I never would've let you go get those damned napki—'
"Oww!" Jimmy yelped as the cab took a turn, breaking his train of thought. He was pushed even more into the side of the cab as Richard's elbow accidentally hit him on the head. Yes, that's right you heard me, this time it wasn't on purpose!
Dr. Agasa, Jimmy's parents, Richard, Harley, and Jimmy were all tightly packed into one cab. Since she was the only female, Mrs. Kudo sat up front with the driver, leaving the five males to somehow miraculously squish into the back.
"Sorry, kid." Richard said. Richard took a loud sniff into the air. "I'm too close to all of you to tell, but whoever's wearing that after shave really needs to cut down......"
'Why we all had to share one cab instead of taking two, I don't know.' Jimmy sighed.
"Yo! Dirver! Could you hurry it up? If we stay this squished together for too long, we might just stay this way!"
'God, lemme ask you......just what did I do to deserve this?'
No, Rachel! Don't go after those thugs! Eww......Looks like the after shave isn't all that smells......wash your hair, Conan! We'll see what else happened on Rachel's eighteenth birthday in the next chapter. And maybe we'll learn more about this "Elle Miyazaki" too! Oh, poor Conan, Richard always hits you! Is Richard right, though? If the driver doesn't hurry, will the guys really stay squished together like that? Or will they just be left with severe spine problems? I guess we'll have to wait to find out! See you next time! (Next time could be a while, I've got school now --,) MOSTLY ANY KIND OF FEEDBACK IS WELCOME (EXCEPT FOR THE MEAN KIND!).
