Fate is a Fickle Mistress
by Dark Angel of Wind
Disclaimers: I do not own Death Note or Case Closed
Summary: Jimmy's parents and Rachel die in a unfortunate accident. Jimmy is left with an abusive Richard and a broken spirit of no leads of the Men in Black. he is stuck as Conan as he takes over Richard's P.I. work and is slowly closing into himself...until a famous detective named L wants Richards help in a Case that is.
DA-another lil story that I daydreamed up while I was bored on a slow day at work. enjoy and have fun and don't forget to review. also I have not read all of Case Closed, have only gotten up to vol 18 so far. so please tell me if I did something wrong ok?
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Conan stood still for a minute as he took in the man.
his suite was clearly tailored and custom made, English by the look of it. his kind old face held secrets behind that smile, he could tell he had used that smile dozens of times.
he smiled his innocent child smile.
"I'm sorry but left for a case and told me he would be gone for several days. do you wanna leave a message for him? he might call tonight to check up on me or big sis!"
the old man frowned but then smiled again before leaning down to him, "oh? well then could you please give him this letter? it is for a temporary partnership to help my benefactor on a case"
Conan blinked before taking the letter and looked up at it into the light seeing nothing inside but a tiny square.
"ah ah ah young man, that is for Detective Moore's eyes only." the man chided
"oh! right," conan laughed nervously, "well I'll be sure to give it to him the next time he comes in mister!"
the man nodded, "I shall be back in a day or two to see if he has come back as this is a very important case and need a immediate response, I hope that will be alright?"
"sure thing, I bet he's already solved the case he's working on right now!" Conan chirped.
the man laughed, "I bet he has" he ruffled conan's hair and pulled his hand back and looked at him.
Conan tried not to wince at the pain. he had touched a particularly large bump that he had managed to hide under his hair.
"wha-what?" conan didn't like the look he was giving him.
"my boy, where did you get that bump? have you seen a doctor?"
Conan laughed again, "oh that! I was playing underneath Mr. Moore's desk and hit my head! big sis fixed me up real good and then gave me an ice cream!"
"I see, well you should be more careful lad. I'll take my leave now, be sure to give that to the detective now."
"I will!" Conan waved goodbye as he watched the man walk over to a black limo and stepped into the drivers seat.
wait, he was a chauffeur?
he tried to peer into the windows using the zoom option on his glasses but they were tinted and he could only make out a silhouetted figure talking to the chauffeur.
he shrugged before closing the door and limping up the stairs into Rachels room.
he had cases to solve.
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it was after midnight when Conan remembered the letter that man had given him, he found it were he had left it and opened it with a letter knife.
he looked inside and couldn't find anything, not even the little square he had seen earlier.
he sighed and began to toss it aside until he caught the scent of something...tart.
he put the letter close to his face and inhaled a lemony scent.
he looked at the letter in a more curious manner and he placed it close to the lamp to get a better look. there the little square was, at the bottom corner.
He put his hand inside the letter and felt around to find nothing inside again. a idea hit him and he carefully cut and unfolded the letter and saw a very faint colored square in the bottom most corner. he held the paper up to the lamp again and gasped as he saw the square become more pronounced. it wasn't a square at all, just a shape that resembled a square but it still wasn't enough, so he took the shade off the lamp and held the letter even closer.
the shape was now more visible as the outline of a shape with line through it. Conan quickly got out a separate piece of paper and copied the shape and the line.
hmmm now what could this mean? maybe numbers?
he began to write down numbers to try and recreate the pattern and got nothing.
GR! ok then. think conan think! look at the outline of the shape, it has a bit of a curve here..and a groove here...and the line is right in the middle...wait a second. I GOT IT!
he wrote down letter combinations and finally came upon a match, I M L. the I was in the middle of a M and the L was almost covered but it was the only way it matched.
I M L....wonder what this could be, maybe their's more on the envolope.
he looked all over the envelope and noticed taht the return adress was really short. only one line.
Commadash 163 Url Ave? that doesn't sound really....of course! its not a real adress! its a email adress!
Conan turned on his laptop and typed the address in and up popped a private chat room.
a chat room huh?...ok then very strange. but I've come this far.
he clicked on the accept button to let him him but was immediatly sent to a password verification.
password?! wow whoever that man was was pretty good at puzzles...maybe the letters I found?
as soon as he clicked confirm he was let into the chat room
YES!...now what?
a message popped up on the screen
Private:Detective Moore I presume?
Conan Gulped. what had he just done? he had told the man that Richard would be gone for several days
Private:I was told that it would not be possible to reach you, I assume you are now free?
I guess I should respond otherwise I could give myself away
M: I am still abroad, but my daughter drove quite a bit to give me this letter. quite the fun little puzzle
Private:merly a test, but I am glad that you found it enjoyable.
A test? for what?
Private:While being closer would be more efficient is is possible for you to help with the case with the use of emails and image attachments.
M:thats right, my daughter says you want my help in a case?
Private:yes. it pertains to a vicious serial criminal on the loose in Kyoto Japan. and I need help. and after seeing your records I decided to ask you for assistance.
another case huh?....well the bills will be payed with the last one and the groceries will be taken care of. I would normally take this time to rest...but a serial killer..and so close to where I am now I shudder to think of the consequences of my not being involved.
Private:all of my resources and findings will be shared of course, and we shall talk through this same chatroom. although I will change the password from time to time.
M:..alright, I'll help. can I ask who I'm working with though?
Private:I, am L.
With that L had logged off and the chat room dissolved.
Conan shook with excitement. L. The L. wanting to work with him. L was the modern Sherlock Holmes of their time, it was every detective's dream to work with L.
His excitement went away as he realized that it wasn't him that L wanted to work with though. it was Richard. always hiding behind Richard, just because of his appearance.
the world is stupid. they just people from their looks, how they act, how they talk, despite how intelligent the person might be or how good the person might be. but I have no choice.
he grimaced as he slammed the laptop shut and curled himself on Rachel's bed, trying to be careful of the bump on his head and his still aching limbs.
perhaps I should just stop trying? maybe give up my love of playing detective...go back to school, even if it is extremely annoying, try to start over..have a new life..I'll make this my last case
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it was two weeks after he first went into that chat room, and he would go over the case nightly with L. they had the case wrapped up, the only thing left was to just capture the criminal.
Conan sighed as he wiped his brow
wow, who would've thought that the criminal lived in this area? I'm glad that I double bolt the doors and locked the windows, especially since the killer seems to enjoy women dn children the best. the age old "I like to kill people I can overpower easily" thing, predictable once you've figured it out.
he went down to the kitchen to fix himself something to eat and paused when he heard the doorbell ring.
he opened the door a little bit and saw it was the old man again.
"hey I remember you! your the guy who gave me that letter!" he said in mock excitement
the man chuckled and nodded his head
"that's right lad, now tell me. is Mr. Moore in today? or perhaps your older sister?"
Conan paused as his mind went blank
oh no. I don't have a excuse prepared. what should I do?!
"um, th-they went out. I think to get the groceries."
the man frowned, "and they left a boy your age alone? with this killer on the loose no less?"
shit
"well its right around the corner so I don't think they should be gone too long"
the man's eyebrow arched up a little and he gave Conan a odd look.
"well if that's so, may I come in and wait for them to return?"
SHIT!
Conan looked around nervously, "well um...I-I guess so"
the man smiled and walked in after Conan opened and closed the door behind him.
whatamIgonnadowhatamIgonnadowhatamIgonnado?!?!?!?!
conan brought over two tea cups filled with tea and placed them down on the living room coffee table. the man sitting in front of it on the scratched up and falling apart couch. he looked quite surreal as he was was sort of refined, where as the rest of the room looked like a storage room.
"h-here." he handed the dapper old man his tea cup and sat on a stoll on the opposite of the table.
"why this is delicious thank you" the man said after taking a sip.
Conan nodded as he sipped his own tea, kicking his dangling legs on the bottom of the stool.
"now, why don't you tell me where Mr. Moore really is?"
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DA-sorry for the wait. between two jobs, getting sick, and having to use the library computer because my home compy is busted makes it hard to write fics. but please reveiew
