me: I'm getting tired of typing 'bubblyangel101' so I'm typing 'me' instead. Oh wait...I just typed it. *slaps self*
Shinichi: I bet no one's even reading this.
me: Be quiet. *trudges off to bed*
The Muse: Don't own, don't own, don't own. Apparently Kaito isn't going to steal the copyright for us. (Something about not helping people who torture him?) Don't know what that's about.
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So...where to begin? I could start talking about the hotel. But I won't.
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On a deserted street, 7:35 PM
"So...the traitor will be there?" Vermouth asked.
"Definitely. We have strict orders from That Person not to kill her at the scene, though; just to track her." The voice from her cell phone sounded pinched and strained, like a woman's.
"OK, Boss." The cell phone snapped shut with a 'click.' Her motorcycle once again sped toward Haido City Hotel.
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Haido City Hotel, 7:55 PM
The plan was simple, really. Just hold on to the sculpture, and not let go. Maybe it was the fact that Nakamori-keibu had to come up with this in the heat of the moment. Maybe they just weren't smart enough.
Whatever the reason, Ran was sitting, alone, in a chair in the middle of the lobby. Apparently the sensors would get Kid, and all she had to worry about was to sit still and not let go.
Still, it was kind of hard to keep her focus when a bunch of angry Kid fans outside were shouting about how they deserved to have Kid-sama steal the sculpture from them, or when Nakamori was shouting last-minute instructions at his troops. (That guy either has huge lungs or a big mouth. Maybe both.)
Anyway. The best thing to do now, would be to think. And naturally, Ran had a good thing to think about: The Mystery of Kudo Shinichi.
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Outside the hotel, same time
Of course Haibara had come along. How could she say no to Ayumi? At some point she had looked around for Kudo-kun, but he seemed to be absent. Well, going off by himself is his favorite sport, she thought absentmindedly.
2 days ago had been the anniversary of her sister's death. 'Anniversary' almost seems too nice a word for it. She couldn't shake off the feeling that she was being watched by Them. It's just me overreacting, Ai told herself. Nothing's wrong.
"Ai-chan! Come with us to the front! They're letting people inside!" Ayumi shouted as she grabbed Haibara's hand.
"Come on, Haibara-san!" Mitsuhiko ran the the front doors of the hotel.
"Wait for me!" Genta hastily ate the rest of his grapes and wiped his hands on his pants.
They were now inside the lobby. It was incredibly spacious for such a small area. There was a small area in the middle that had ropes surrounding it on both sides. Also in the middle was a sign that said, "Do not come near!" with a very graphic illustration of a stick figure being electricuted to death.
"Kojima-kun, if you eat that much you'll get a bellyache." Haibara looked around for Genta, but he was already sprinting for the restroom, muttering "toilet, toilet" to himself. She smiled. Really, they would never learn. Sometimes she felt like their mother...
The Professor had opted to stay at home. "I'll just watch from the TV. You guys go," he had said, but Haibara suspected him of staying home to eat his Fruit Roll-ups while she wasn't around.
Geez, always acting like such a kid, she thought silently, completely oblivious to the woman who was staring at her outside the doors.
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Vermouth was cleverly disguised as an onlooker. She glanced toward the entrance and saw a small, brown-haired girl racing toward the revolving glass doors. Found you.
There really were no words to describe her hate. They just didn't get along, period. Vermouth + Sherry= huge fight/serious damage to any onlooker's ears. Oh well.
You might be wondering why Vermouth decides to expose Sherry all of a sudden. (Remember her promise to Conan?) Well, it wasn't her decision. It was That Person's, or Anokata's. Why Anokata decides to probe into the mystery of Miyano Shiho is unknown, and probably never will be known. But I'm just confusing you. Back to the main story...
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Near Haido City Hotel, same time
Kaito couldn't help but chuckle. How are you going to catch me if you're wounded, Jirokichi-san? At least his favorite tantei-kun was going to be there. Getting past him was going to be a challenge.
Whoosh! In a split second, the young man of the rooftop had changed from Kuroba Kaito into an innocent looking security guard. He pushed through the crowds that were gathered together, chanting "KID! KID! KID!" and rushed to the hotel doors. For anyone wondering where the real security guard is, I assure you that he's probably in some car, snoring away.
"FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!" On the one, Kaitou Kid magically materialized in the room.
"KID! GET HIM!" Nakamori shouted. More than 10,000 pounds of human flesh rushed toward Kaito. But when they got him, he had disappeared.
Ran was unconscious on the floor. And, no, it wasn't her fault. Everyone else who entered the room, including Nakamori-keibu, became unconscious, too.
Except for Kid. He had a gas mask on. After all, he was the one who let the sleeping gas enter the room. "I'll be taking this," he snickered as he took the sculpture. He didn't usually use such an easy method as sleeping gas to steal things, but Kaito felt impatient tonight.
He rushed out through the back exit (the front one was still crammed with Kid fans) and quickly closed the door. Sure enough, his favorite detective was waiting for him, along with the Detective of the West.
"Sleeping gas. A dirty trick, I must say," Conan commented with a dry look.
"Well, well. If it isn't tantei-kun and tantei-han." Kid said in the voice he reserved specially for heists. "But I'm sorry; I will be taking my leave, so excuse my rudeness." And with that, he threw a flash bomb and slipped off into thin air, leaving behind a frustrated 7-year-old boy and a cursing 17-year-old young man.
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On her motorcycle, near the hotel, 8:10 PM
Vermouth smiled. "Ah, yes, I've located the target."
There was a brief pause on the other end, and a faint crackling of static could be heard.
"Transmitter? Yes, I put it there." Another pause. "Oh, we'll find out soon enough. We don't need her anymore, either. Her cousin will do the research just fine. She has the cruelty that Sherry never did."
And with those words, Vermouth snapped her phone shut with a satisfying Click. Her motorcycle picked up speed once again and was lost in the darkness of the night.
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AN: I hope that was ok! I know, I haven't updated, blah blah blah... Big thankies to everyone who reviewed! 'I would blow you all kisses, but it would embarrass you,' as my elementary band teacher often said.
Please review! Onegai! Reviews give me a warm and fuzzy feeling inside, not to mention motivation...:)