"There goes another one, Kudo. I swear I'm jinxed."
The shrunken detective gave his taller Osaka counterpart a very flat glare.
"You've been reading Kazuha's fortune-telling books again."
Hattori laughed as he weakly rubbed the back of his neck. "But this one was really interesting and was all about Western fortune-telling and fun stuff like tarot cards and reading the stars..."
Shaking his head, Conan sighed. "And now you're seeing bad luck in everything, whether it be a ladder or a jar of salt."
Hattori shrugged helplessly. "What can I say? The stuff's saved my life before."
Conan shook his head, mumbling something about "God taking pity on the idiots with dumb luck" when he trailed off and glanced to the side. "Add another to your count, Hattori."
"What?" The Kansai native craned his head, groaning when he spotted what had caught Conan's interest. "Great. That makes twelve. Another one and something REALLY bad's gonna happen."
"Hattori, the amount of black cats you've seen has nothing to do with your luck, nor have ANY of them have crossed your path-"
A black shadow bounded across the sidewalk, right in front of them.
Across the street, there was scream.
"Oh my god he's dead!"
"Thirteen," Hattori intoned dully.
Conan merely snorted and ran towards the crime scene.
"I probably shouldn't mention I only started seeing the cats when I met up with you, huh?"
A can kicked into his face told him that yes, he probably shouldn't have.
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