Okay, I updated for the sake of the reviewers. I'm really sorry for making you die of the suspense. It's just I've been really busy... Okay, I've been really lazy. All in all, I think my humor is beginning to really kick in. All thank to the recent humor fictions I've been reading recently. By the way, I have some bad news. My chapters may be shorter or so because I'm not the much of the fanfor Case Closed that I used to be. I think that may change though if the can air the new episodes already. YOU HEAR THAT FUNI? I'M TIRED OF WAITING! OO Uhh... Right. Let's get onto the fiction shall we and I still don't own Conan, Amy, Mitch, George,Mitch's mom, or any of them. Thank you!
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That night remained scarring as ever for our poor little spy. As the crickets outside sang with the nice stray tone-deaf cats, Mitch paced in his room with endless thoughts. It was already bad enough that his trust in science had backfired on him and now his video camera might as well have a label that reads 'Property of the snotty- Err… Precious angel, Sara.' To top that all off, his best friend aside from Amy is actually the savior of the Japanese police force. This was even was even worse then the toilet incident a few weeks ago.
"Oh man… What should I do?" the boy asked knowing full well there was nobody around to answer, "I can't believe Sara was right about Conan being Jimmy Kudo. Is everything I know a lie? Oh no… Than that would mean…!"
Mitch whipped his head around to look at 'Yaiba's autograph' sitting innocently on his nightstand. There was a moment of silence…but soon Mitch shook his head.
"Nah, that wasn't some underpaid guy in a costume," he said coming to a conclusion.
With that the junior detective went back to pacing and thinking of how to overcome the mess he was in.
"Now how am I going to save my camera?"
Mitch halted suddenly. A glint of good news had hit him.
"Wait a sec. Sara can't win the deal if she doesn't have solid proof that Conan is Jimmy. It may just be prolonging my loss but maybe I'll manage to think of something before then. Hm… And now that I think about it, knowing that I have an undercover high school detective as a friend could have it's advantages. Yeah! This is going to be so cool!"
"Mitch? Are you still awake?" a feminine voice asked from outside the boy's room.
"Uh…. No," Mitch lied. Then he realized what he had just done….duuh.
So it didn't surprise him that his door still opened to reveal a tall woman that somewhat resembled Mitch. Her hair was wildly out of place and her face looked as though it had a thousand bee stings…all puffy and swollen.
"Mitch, you know how much trouble you are already in," she said in an extremely stern tone.
Mitch gulped and forced on a fake grin. He remembered what happened earlier… (START FLASHBACK)
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"Oh dear, oh dear, where are you Mitch," his mother cried.
"Don't worry, honey. I'm sure he just went over to a friend's house and wasn't looking at the time…" Mitch's dad suggested, looking into the darkness outside, "… on purpose. Look, we'll call them up and see if he's at their house."
"O-okay," she whimpered back.
Today their little boy should've come straight home after school, but something had definitely gone wrong. The clock was now nearing ten! So the two worried parents were now calling every house their boy could possibly be at.
"Sorry, he's not at our house."
"Do you know what time it is? And no, I haven't seen him."
"I'm afraid no but if he shows up I'll notify you immediately."
"HI YOKO!… Wait a second… You're not Yoko… Oops… Err…. Ahem, Detective Moore Agency, how may I help you?… … … No, haven't seen the brat."
The phone was banged back onto its pedestal.
"Oh, where is he?" the mother worried again.
"Okay, maybe we should call the police," her husband stated dialing another number. "Hello, yes, I have a boy who went missing. He is 7 years of age and is…"
Just then the front door was opened to reveal a little boy who was non-other than Mitch himself.
"… in a LOT of trouble."
After that it was all downhill for our little spy… Really down hill! (END FLASHBACK)
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"Don't make us ground you for another three months," she continued.
"Err… I… Well… Um…" stuttered Mitch.
"I WANT YOU IN BED RIGHT NOW!" the women commanded whipping a finger at his bed.
"Yes mom!" Mitch quickly said dashing to the bed as fast as his little legs could carry him.
"Now, go to sleep! We are going to have a very…long…talk…tomorrow!
With that Mitch's mother clicked off the lights and left the room. However, in bed, Mitch continued to wonder what would become of his knowledge of Conan being Jimmy Kudo. Would he be able to prevent Sara from finding out? Would he somehow become part of a secret undercover mission? One thing is for sure, though. He had to hide that video that he recorded from ALL wandering eyes. Now if only he could find out where his parents hid it.
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Mitch walked into class slowly that day. The recent events still repeating in his mind (boy, were his parents mad!) and now he had even another big problem. How was he going to act as though nothing happened last night? He had already decided on not letting even Conan know his newfound secret but it would be hard to keep it that way. He took a deep breath and scanned the classroom for his friends. George seemed preoccupied in threatening some kid and Amy was doodling something as tears swelled up in her eyes. Amy looked up for a few seconds to notice her freckled friend.
"Hey Mitch…" Amy said rather depressingly.
"Hi Amy... Er.. What's wrong?" asked Mitch, taking his seat next to her.
He didn't need to continue however as he saw on her notepad, a badly drawn bird surrounded by several badly drawn flowers. On the top of them were the letters RIP drawn boldly in black crayon. Seeing this Mitch decided to keep his mouth shut and let her endure the tragic death of a small feathery organism.
"Sorry, I'm late you guys," Conan chirped walking towards Mitch and Amy.
Mitch's heart stopped. Everything from last night came rushing back to hit him.
'Okay… Act normal…' he thought to himself, 'Conan's still Conan. Nothing has changed. Nothing has changed! NOTHING HAS CHANGED!'
Mitch sat silently in his desk with his eyes fixed solidly on Conan while sweat was began to trickle down his forehead. His mind was so transfixed on Conan he failed to notice the look of worry on his friend's face.
"Err…. Mitch? Are you okay?" The bow tie bearing detective asked.
When the junior detective didn't respond, Conan looked to Amy for answers. She simply shook her head at him between tears and went back to adding more badly drawn flowers. Giving Mitch one more quizzical look, Conan took a seat at his desk and waited for class to begin. To be honest, today wasn't exactly his day either. It was painful to leave Rachel like that. If only Dr. Agasa had mixed up more of that temporary antidote maybe he would've enjoyed it longer but for now it was back to being Conan.
It wasn't long before the class was silenced by loud ring from the school bell. Late students raced to get into their assigned seats as others readied their supplies. To Conan it seemed nothing had changed, but he was in for a rude awakening…
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Okay, There you go people. I know it's short but I want to put all of poor Conan's torture in one chapter. This chapter was for Mitch's torture... I know, I'm wierd... and insane...