A/N: I've got a special holiday-oriented chapter idea, so I'll be desperately sprinting towards around chapter 10 or so. It's supposed to snow a foot tomorrow, so I'll probably have a snow day for extra writing. Wish me luck!
Chapter 4: Motorcycle Maniac and Woe-Betided Passenger
Once again, Akai mentally cursed Vermouth. She hadn't even bothered to supply him with a coat, resulting in Ran's loyal friend Sonoko buying 'her' one that went beyond what even the Sadist could think up of. And still having wearing a skirt to school at this time of year wasn't contributing to his good mood.
He did perk up slightly when Conan joined him with a grin on his face, reporting that Ran and her father were going out to meet with Eri. Since every time he set foot out the door meant crime waiting to happen, they were going to have fun today (Admittedly, this was in poor taste, but what else were two bored detectives supposed to do?).
"I attached a tracker to the car, so we'll be able to keep track of where they're going. By the way, how are we supposed to follow them. My skateboard only takes so much weight, and Professor Agasa's car is pretty conspicious."
"Motorcycle."
"Wait, you have a----"
"Your professor provided me with one. Don't look like I have no idea how to drive one---- I'm even better at it that with a car."
"So why haven't I seen you on one?" Conan tried not to look nervous.
Akai gave him a wry smile. "Akemi made me promise three things to her: to get a life, to stay alive, and to never ride anything smaller than a pickup truck without her supervision." He sighed. "I'd wanted to keep at least the majority."
"Anyway, we'd better get goin----"
"Not necessarily. We'll catch up soon enough..."
Conan gulped.
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Conan was right to be worried. Heck, even his mom wasn't this scary on her vehicles! There were three things that Yukiko stopped at: a), she wore a helmet, b), she (usually) didn't reach twice the speed limit, and c), she didn't ride like she had a serious deathwish.
And here they were, riding so fast that he, frankly, was getting nauseous. Suddenly, he thought of something.
"Since this is your first time driving since you left the Black Org---- You haven't ridden in two years?!"
Akai pretended to ignore the question.
"You look ill."
"Hey! Keep you eyes back on the road!"
"I suggest you vomit to the side if possible. At this speed, the wind's going to ram it back into your windpipe if you don't."
Correction: Shuichi had a deathwish, and Conan was going to get dragged down with him.
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A/N: Another speedy chapter's done! I can't help it, I had the idea for this really great line (see if you can guess which! Review and tell me!), and I just had to work my plot around it. Me and my impulses...
Next chapter features a mystery in the making! The action's about to start, too, with the Black Org making an appearance!
Now, random, unrelated one-shot that I had to do in the spirit of Christmas!
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Dashing through the snow,
On a one-horse open sleigh
"Vermouth, you bastard!"
She had driven up to Gin in a dramatic 360, scattering a rain of slush neatly onto his overcoat and hair. While Vermouth smirked, Gin looked ready to faint with fury.
O'er the hills we go,
Laughing all the way
As Vodka stood open-mouthed, Gin whirled around, leaping to his car to follow the still-laughing Vermouth as she revved back up her engine----
Bells on bobtails ring,
Making spirits bright
---- Only to realize his beautiful, shining, too-long-for-its-own-good hair had been stuck firm into the wheels of her motorcycle...
"You *beep*ing *beep*! *beep* of a *beep*ing *beep*," he screamed as he careened into a tangle of Christmas lights, the bike zigzagging across the road as its rider launched into another fit of cackling.
Oh what fun it is to ride,
On a one-horse open sleigh!
Conan blinked. "Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"
Akai snickered. "If you're unsure who to root for, yes, I am."
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A/N: I have got to watch that!