Oh jee... what can I say? How could I just discontinue a fic after twenty one generous reviews for one chapter! Of course I couldn't! I love every one of you that signed and especially you, Lucky Hammer, or should I say Kaito-chan?
By the way, before you start reading, this some of the characters are OOC. You'll probably notice which ones are and which ones aren't, so don't review complaining how I screwed up their personalities. I tried to give each character a persona (as well as story line) that could be easily recognized and independent from the others.
Disclaimer : I don't own Detective Conan.
-Stardust113
"Ow, ow, ow, ow, owww!"
Shinichi and the brunette, now the center of attention, winced in agony as burning pain stung their skin. The girl had already un-buttoned her jacket (to reveal a suspiciously tight tube top) in a vain attempt to cool down the injured area. She waved a hand repeatedly over the spot above her chest, oblivious to the fact that her apparel was attracting far too many male co-workers.
Shinichi was just as injured as the girl beside him. Instead of being smothered in coffee on the chest, he was smothered in coffee on the stomach. He unfastened a few buttons at the bottom of his shirt and pinched the soaked material, flapping it up and down to help cool his stomach.
The two cursed, shouted, and jumped around the small cubicle. In between gasps of pain, the lass could manage out,
"Well! I-" gasp. "-Asked you a-!" wince. "Question!"
"Well," he imitated, "What the hell happened to my report!"
"You mean-" gasp, again. "-The thing on the computer?"
"Yeah!"
Someone from the crowd threw a water bottle toward the couple. Shinichi, being the taller one of the two, snatched the bottle and poured its contents onto his scathing stomach. Thank God she hadn't spilled the coffee on his, just to be frank, family jewels or else that would have definitely hurt.
Before all the cool liquid could be emptied, the girl twisted it out of his hands and started pouring the other half on her skin. Shinichi felt the bottle being pried out of his hands and looked.
If it wasn't for the fact that his nights worth of work was deleted; Shinichi would have joined the rest of his co-workers to ogle at the brunette in front of him. But since it was she, being the she-devil that she was, who deleted his damn report, all Shinichi could think of her was summarized by a simple chant:
'Die, bitch, die.'
"Well? What happened to it!" he demanded.
The newcomer finished emptying the last of the water onto her chest and looked at Shinichi, dumbfounded. The pain reduced a considerate amount and she suddenly noticed that more than half the people on the floor were watching them.
"I... deleted it?"
Shinichi let the three words run through his head. Once. Twice. Three times!
He wasn't usually this slow. His detective skills were beyond brilliant and his IQ was one of the best - if not the best – at the schools he attended to. But now this...this GIRL... deleted his document... his bosses document...
'I am going to get my ass owned'
Calmly, the boy waltzed over to the desk. He used his left arm to support his body as he roamed the cursor across the screen before clicking the red 'X' on the upper right corner of the Microsoft Word program.
The girl's eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly. Before any more feeling of remorse overwhelmed her, she burst out in rage.
"WHAT THE HELL? I worked on that for half an hour!"
Shinichi turned around and glared at her. "Yeah? Well try comparing thirty minutes to five hours before the crack of dawn!"
The girl rushed over to the computer. She moved the cursor on the screen to make sure her document wasn't really deleted. It was just… hiding.
Unfortunately, it was, indeed, deleted.
"What the fuck!" she shrieked, whipping around to face Shinichi. It was her first day at work and she would have liked to keep her entrance on the low, but now that this bastard ruined her first assignment... well, her entrance was now anything but on the quiet.
"Watch your language!" retorted Shinichi, glad that he could at least get her back for deleting his report.
"WATCH YOUR BALLS!"
- - - - -
Toyama Kazuha laughed nervously to break the silence in the elevator. It was just her luck that she and her first childhood friend, Hattori Heiji, were stuck in a cramp space with: 1) her boss and 2) her boss's boss. The Commissioner looked absolutely lethal with a stone cold expression on her face and Kazuha, for one, was scared.
She looked at the tanned guy next to her, Heiji, and wondered just how the hell he could stand the silence. He felt her gaze and stared back, raising a questioning eyebrow as if asking, "What?". The brunette shook her head, answering him silently, "Nothing."
Inspector Megure, (Heiji and Kazuha's boss) had tagged along to make sure everything was satisfactory for the Commissioner; as well as picking up the report he assigned Shinichi and a newcomer to do.
The two brunettes both had a cup of coffee in their hands from the local shop two streets away from their apartment. It was a strange story, but both of them had lived together. Yes, lived together. And no, not for benefits.
Heiji and Kazuha had originally come from Osaka and their parents felt it was necessary for both of them to help each other out in the 'big city.'
'Che, as if Osaka wasn't a big enough in the first place.'
A mellow 'ding' rang through the elevator, confirming to the passengers they were on the ninth level. Heiji coughed and regained his cool posture while stepping off the lift. Kazuha trailed behind, noticing the loss of people not loitering around the floor's entrance.
Something was obviously not right.
"WATCH YOUR BALLS!"
Heiji dumbly hung his head to look at his lower regions, then immediately asked himself why the hell he just did that. Kazuha snorted at her friends actions but immediately stopped. The two weren't normally greeted with a warning to watch one's balls.
They shot skeptical glances at each other. Although they had no clue who had yelled, it was - doubtless - their duty to prevent the Commissioner from witnessing any out of the ordinary behavior. After all, if the Commissioner complained about their 'daily routines' to Megure, it would just come back ten times worse on their ass from the almighty Inspector.
"Heya, Commissioner! I sure haven't seen you around here in a long time! How've you been?" yelled Kazuha, feigning stupidity and turning around to flash a smile at the less than thrilled woman.
Heiji rubbed his temples at the girl's outburst. She was basically hinting the two behind them that there was, in fact, something happening in their offices that shouldn't be happening at all.
"What was that?" The Commissioner asked, trying to look past Heiji and Kazuha. The two closed the gap between them to obstruct the her view.
"That was just…" the couple began, but the Commissioner brushed past them.
Megure gave them a furious look as he shoved past the two as well, giving Heiji and Kazuha a heads up on the hell they'll be suffering if anything was wrong.
- - - - -
Kuroba Kaito sat on a newly purchased couch in the lounge on the Fifth Floor. His azure eyes were barely apart as he watched the morning news about a baseball match that happened last night during his party. His head still throbbed from the alcohol – some policeman he was – but that didn't stop his brain from functioning.
The screen on the television was showing a replay of a homerun when a feminine figure suddenly blocked his view.
"You're blocking the view." He said lazily, unmoving his gaze.
Nakamori Aoko rolled her eyes and smirked. "I am the view."
Kaito dragged his vision up and down the girl's body as if analyzing it. "Yep."
Aoko skipped over toward Kaito and sat down next to him. The hazelnut haired girl stuck out her lower lip, producing a rather cute pout.
"You are such a drunkard, Kaito."
Kaito looked sideways at her and glared. "Well, if you weren't the one who persuaded me into playing some stupid drinking game with you-,"
The girl giggled. "It's not my fault! You're just bad at it."
Shifting his gaze back to the TV, Kaito asked, "So what do you want?"
Aoko sighed but couldn't help and grin. "Figures you wouldn't know. The Commissioner's coming today and I heard there's a new person joining. We haven't had a newbie in ages."
"Yeah, so?"
"It's a girl." Said Aoko, emphasizing the word "girl."
"Okay?"
The girl stood up and placed her hands and on her hip. "What is with you, today! Normally alcohol doesn't affect your attraction to the female population!"
Kaito rolled his eyes to where his friend was standing. "Look, if you keep fretting about me, that boyfriend of yours is going to get jealous."
Aoko rolled her eyes. "I don't caare, now let's go see her!" Reaching for both his hands, the lass jerked her unenthusiastic co-worker up. However, as his body went up, hers started falling backwards.
But as said before, even a barrel of alcohol couldn't get Kaito's mind to fully dysfunction. Before Aoko could touch the floor, the boy jerked her back up and collided her form gently against his chest.
She looked up at him. "You did that on purpose."
Kaito peered down and grinned. "Maybe."
- - - - -
"Commissioner!" A voice cried out.
The crowd around the newcomer's cubicle dispersed in an instant, leaving the two in their arguing positions. Shinichi, having worked at the Department for longer time, widened his eyes.
"Quick, shut up-,"
"NO! Why do I have to listen-,"
Shinichi grabbed the girl's arm and twirled her body toward his. As soon as they made contact (very much like a couple dancing tango), he clasped his left hand over her mouth while cuffing her wrists behind her back with his other.
The lass's eyes shot open. She struggled in Shinichi's grasp but his grip and position had the advantage. Shinichi began lowering them to the ground as he heard clicking footsteps that belonged to none other than the Commissioner. He pressed both their bodies to the corner closest to the cubicle's exit in an attempt to hide.
"Commissioner, is there something wrong?" Shinichi heard Inspector Megure ask.
The ferociously scary woman walked toward the compartment where Shinichi and the girl were hiding. She stopped right in front of the very cubicle.
The boy knew she was going to step in. His eyes darted at the glowing computer screen on the desk, scolding himself why he hadn't just shut the device off instead of just closing the document.
As soon as the Commissioner walked two steps into the compartment, Shinichi let go of his hand on the girl's mouth and dragged her across to another cubicle.
The lass almost tripped at the hasty pace. Right when she stepped into the new compartment, Shinichi pushed her down to the ground (again) and knelt beside her. She shot him a bewildered look.
"Wha-,"
Before she could finish her sentence, Shinichi closed the space between their faces and kissed her directly on the lips.
"Commissioner, is there a problem?" repeated Megure.
"Isn't there someone missing?" the Commissioner inquired, looking at the empty space.
"Oh, this computer? It's for the new comer. I think some of the people here just wanted to be friendly and prepared her stuff for the day."
The strict woman took a full look around the room. Everyone seemed to be working, but there was certainly something going on. She highly doubted a room full of hormones could concentrate this much on their work.
Giving the floor one last glance, she exited the compartment and walked back to the elevator. Inspector Megure followed close behind as Heiji and Kazuha moved aside for the two to pass.
As soon as the imposing figures were out of sight, the person occupying the computer chair in the new cubicle Shinichi was in chuckled.
"Kudos for Kudo."
The kissing pair broke their kiss simultaneously. They turned their heads in opposite directions, breathing heavily. The girl took one menacing look at Shinichi and slapped him on the face.
The boy ignored the new pain (now on his face) and turned around to face the unknown person.
"Kuroba, you don't even work on this floor."
A happy giggle followed his comment. "But I do!" Aoko said, skipping into the cubicle. She eyed the newcomer. "Oooh, she's pretty."
Heiji and Kazuha rushed into the compartment, knowing that something was up.
"What's going on?" asked Heiji. He looked from Kaito (now turned around to face Shinichi) to Shinichi (now out of breath and a very apparent red mark across his cheek). The male Osakan turned to the former. "Did you just slap him?"
Aoko laughed. "No, silly! She did!"
Everyone directed their gaze at the girl (who was obviously very scared that her first day would turn out the way it did). Kazuha noticed the lack of clothing the girl had and the bottom buttons of Shinichi's shirt undone. "Are we interrupting something?"
Both brunettes on the floor widened their eyes in shock. "GOD, NO!"
Before anything else could be said, Inspector Megure re-entered the floor. He had had a gruff but relieved look on his face.
"Okay, I'll make a deal with you guys. I'll just pretend nothing happened since the Commissioner didn't notice anything, but be more careful next time! Kudo!"
Shinichi straightened up his attire and stood up. "Yes, sir?"
"Where's the report?"
"It went to digital hell..."
"What?"
"It's not here."
The Inspector told himself to remain calm. After all, the Commissioner had just waltzed into Floor Nine, probably nicknamed the ninth level in hell, and nothing happened. He should be very, very happy.
"Mouri?" he called.
The girl on the ground, too, straightened up before appearing in front of Megure. As she did so, the Inspector began having the same train of thought Kazuha had a minute ago.
"It's not what you think!" the girl shouted, scared to think her boss had the wrong impression.
Megure shrugged off what he just saw and shuddered immediately. He most definitely did not want a vision of his employers doing… the royal nasty.
"Do you have my report done?"
'Mouri,' as the girl was called, fidgeted with her skirt. "Sorry, sir, it's going to be a bit late."
Megure rubbed his temples. 'I'm too old to be doing this. I'm gonna burst a blood vessel soon…,'
"Just make sure you two get it to me by tomorrow morning."
Shinichi and the girl nodded.
"Everyone?" Megure said, calling for everyone's attention. "Due to the Commissioner's visit, I'm afraid I haven't introduced you to our newest addition. This is Mouri Ran."
Megure used his peripheral vision to watch as everyone greeted her. His eyes landed on Shinichi, however, who was apparently having a glaring contest with Ran.
"Well, Kudo?"
Shinichi looked up at him. "What?"
"Aren't you going to say "Hi"?"
The boy snorted, 'Like hell I am.'
"After all, she is your new partner."
Alright, so as in return for you guys waiting practically a whole year for chapter 2, I think I might as well add on an extra five pages of words (the first chapter was only four pages). How'd you think of it? Like it? Didn't like it? Make sure to comment, but don't be too harsh! I haven't gotten an idea for the next chapter yet, so I'm guessing:
Next Deadline: September 15.
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