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Also, if you're below the age of whenever the hell you can read swearing, violence, and rude innuendoes without crying to Mum about it, please don't bother reading this, I don't need a lawsuit.
-Recon
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Chicago, (Alternate Universe)
0300, April 13
Outside the Toad Stool Bar
Rain fell from the heavens, as the thunder rolled and the lightning flashed. Alone, he walked, wearing a dark green hooded coat. A tallish figure, with a prominent mustache, his silhouette outlined by lights of the establishment he was walking towards, the Toad Stool Bar. As he drew up to it, he took a deep breath, and slowly opened the door. As laughter and music fell on his ears, he started heading for the stairs that led to the owner's loft. The owner, Mario, was a philanthropist, and as such, he never had any guards, saying that anyone was free to come visit him.
Outside the door, the green hooded man reached into his coat and drew a .45 Springfield 1911, racked it softly, took a deep breath, and threw the door open.
Mario, sitting at his desk with a beer, jumped and tripped over his chair, smashing his leg into his desk leg, and falling into plain view. "Ah! What the fuck?"
"Mario, you'se a fuckin bitch-a!" the Hooded man exclaimed, with a thick Italian accent. "You'se a betrayed the familia, you'se-a betrayed Peach-a, and you'se-a betrayed me-a! Today-a, you'se-a gonna die!" he raised the pistol, a mad glare in his eye, as he squeezed off two rounds into Mario's legs.
"You fucking pig-a! What-a the fuck d'ya think-a you'se-a doing, you filthy sonofabitch-a?" Mario asked, clutching the bullet wounds, "Don'ta you know who I am? It's-a me-a, Mario Mari-OH!" He was cut short as the man had crossed the room and pistol-whipped him harshly.
"You'se-a think-a you'se-a big shot-a, eh, Mario? Well, fuck-a you!" He pulled down his hood and raised the pistol between Mario's eyes, "It's-a Me-a, Luigi!"
He squeezed the trigger, and the force of the shot forced Mario's eyes closed, as the bullet entered his head, splattering Luigi, the floor, and his desk with red blood and pink brains. By now, there was an uproar downstairs, and Luigi heard the police cars coming. He ran towards the window and leapt out, breaking the window with his body and landing in a rubbish bin. He climbed out and started running. The rain was washing away the blood and brain trail he was leaving, and once he got a reasonable distance, he started looking around. A few minutes later, he spotted an empty Ford, parked outside a whorehouse. "Filthy son-of-a-bitch deserves this,"He thought, as he climbed into it and started driving off into the night.
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Toad Stool Bar
0400
A tall young man in a blue suit walked into the room, casting an eye quickly about the room, taking it all in. Following him was a young woman with brown hair. A police officer stepped towards him and asked who he was. He produced a card, and announced, with just a touch of hubris, "My name is Kudo Shinichi, and I'm the man who's going to solve this case." The Officer took the ID card, and looked at it, then at Shinichi, and saw that the photograph appeared to match the young man in front of him. "We've been expecting you, Kudo-san, but who's you're friend?" he asked, as he returned the card.
Shinichi pocketed his card, and was about to respond, but the young woman stepped forward and, with a smile, said, "My name is Mori Ran, but please, call me Ran"
Shinichi just smiled at her, and turned to another Officer, a captain, and asked, "Who was this guy and what did he do for a living?"
The captain looked at him blankly for a moment through foggy eyes as if he had forgotten something, then answered, "His name was Mario Mario, and he ran this bar. He was a popular Philanthropist both here and in his hometown of Brooklyn. His brother, Luigi Mario, had disappeared about seven months ago, and about a month later, Mario moved here. When the press asked him why, he said it was because Brooklyn reminded him too much of his brother. When he got here, he started a second chapter of his charity center, in memory of his brother, who is now presumed dead. Um… We do have suspicions that Mario was tied to La Cosa Nostra, but we never had enough on him to actually go public with that information. If we had ever come out into the open, we would've been risking a major slander lawsuit."
"La Cosa Nostra? You mean the Mafia?" Shinichi asked, raising an eyebrow in interest.
"Well, that's what some people call it, but it's not a word they use themselves," the Captain replied.
Shinichi just stood there for a moment, looking at the body on the floor, and watching as policemen drew white lines around it and around anything that had blood or brains on it. Ran was talking to a young female officer, trying to get as much information as she could. Shinichi put his hand to his chin and drummed on his cheek softly, thinking that this case was probably going to turn out to be a simple case of mafia violence. Still, he resolved, he would keep his eyes, as well as his mind, open. He knew, as always, that one truth would prevail, and that he had to make absolutely sure that he didn't mess up.
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So, that was chapter one! I hope you enjoyed it!
And yes, Kudo Shinichi and Mori Ran are Jimmy Kudo and Rachel Moore, respectively.
Also, keep in mind the distinction between Luigi's thoughts and words. Words are written with an accent because he HAS an accent, but he thinks in perfect English. Multilingual people will understand this, I think, especially if their auxiliary languages were learned by rote.
I'm going to be bringing in a lot of people from a lot of different areas in this story, so be on the lookout!