So I haven't updated in forever… This is mainly because of two things: 1. The plot I had outlined had several major plot holes, poorly thought out plot elements, poorly written areas, and actions that put the character out of character. And 2. I improved enough in my writing to recognize these facts.
I'm going to try really hard to finish this up, but it was planned as a long story so please be patient. The only reason I picked this story back up was because of comments.
The suspense was killing the class, each and every person was seated at their desk waiting for the teacher. Nothing gets a class excited like a surprise, especially one about a famous bad guy.
Conan was becoming exasperated. He bet that the teacher would teach the class a magic trick or two and then continue with the lesson. After all, whatever it was had to have been planned overnight.
The tardy bell rang and all of the kids were on the edges of their seat, the exceptions being Ai and Conan. Ai looked just about as enthusiastic as Conan, but there was a hint of a smile around her lips. Was there something she knew that he didn't?
Before he had a chance to ask her about it, the teacher walked in carrying a large pot. It looked old, but there were several things that clued Conan in to it being a fake. It was a Grecian style with Nordic runes and Egyptian paintings on it. There was also the fact that Ai had mentioned the dig last year. This was probably from last year's activity.
Setting the pot carefully on her desk she turned to the class and the grin on her face seemed almost evil.
"I would like everyone to come up single file and draw one slip of paper. You may read it, but do not let anyone else know what it says. It is extremely important that only you know what is on your slip of paper."
Slowly the class did as was expected being slightly confused and very eager to know what was going on. Conan glanced at his slip as soon as he drew it. 'Head Detective' was all it said.
As Conan sat down he was now curious as to what the teacher had planned.
"Now that you all have drawn I will tell you what they mean. Whatever you drew is your character. One person in this class drew a slip that says Kaitou Kid. That person must hold a Kaitou Kid heist in this school. If they need help they can ask me, but all they need to do is leave a note with a date and try to steal something. Since Kaitou always returns what he steals you will be expected to do so as well. One person drew the Head Detective slip and they are in charge of the detectives. There are four detectives and everyone else is a Policeman. Don't feel bad if you got a Policeman because you may be the one to catch Kid, but you must listen to the Detectives. Does everyone understand? Then come up and put your slips of paper back in the pot."
Slowly everyone did. Some obviously upset that they were just policemen.
The lesson continued like normal, but everyone seemed to be waiting to ask their friends what slip they drew. As soon as the bell rang Conan was descended upon by both Mitsuhiko and Genta wanting to know what he had drawn. Unfortunately Conan could barely hear them because everyone else was talking at the same time. He motioned that they should leave the room. Genta and Mitsuhiko seemed to take the hint and the detective boys made their way out of the school.
"So Conan what did you get? I drew Detective." Mitsuhiko asked.
"So did I." Genta chimed in.
"As did I." Ai commented.
"I got Head Detective." Conan answered feeling like something was wrong. One glance behind him told him what it was.
"Ayumi, what's wrong. What did you get?" He asked. Ayumi looked like she was on the verge of tears for some reason.
"I got...I got..." Tears started streaming down her face as she pushed past the group and ran toward her house. Conan began to follow, but was stopped by Ai who grabbed his arm and shook her head gently.
"She must have drawn a policeman." Ai said. "She probably feels like she's not going to be included in the group because she drew it. I'll make sure she gets home alright."
Conan watched as Ai walked after Ayumi a bit worried, but figuring she was probably right. He turned his mind back to Kogoro's current case as he walked trying to figure out the best way to prod the incompetent detective toward the correct answer.