Yep, he was dead. Jimmy Kudo wore a hoodie and kept his head low, trying to avoid recognition. If Anita found out he took an emergency prototype cure, he wondered if he would be buried as Conan or Jimmy. Either way, the headstone didn't seem promising.
Here Lies Jimmy Kudo
Well, Rachel would have killed him, anyway
or
Here Lies Conan Edogawa
He was from heaven
Seriously, heaven; he doesn't have any records
He was still being incredibly stupid, but at least he had a plan now. He was going to-
"Hey, aren't you Jimmy Kudo?"
Shit.
He feigned a laugh. It caught in his throat. "What are you talking about?"
A girl with big brown eyes, sinked with his stride. She leaned into his face; examining it, "You're totally Jimmy Kudo!"
"No, I'm not," Jimmy said, moving sideways to regain his personal space.
"B-but," she said, her lip quivering, "I need you're help."
A case? Now? He frowned in concern, "What is it?"
Her lip quivering instantly ceased and she giggled, "I knew you were Jimmy Kudo!"
"I never said-"
"Whatever. You're so busted."
He bit his inner lip. "What is it?" he asked, stiffly. Evidently, there wasn't a case. The girl seriously reminded him of Sabrina.
"I just need a tiny favor."
"You're aware Valentine's Day is over?"
"Yeah," the Sabrina-esque girl said, "But I didn't think of this until I saw you."
She pressed her palms together, "How lucky am I!?"
Jimmy shook his head, "I really can't do this. . ."
"You'll be helping to raise money for cancer!" She winked, and added, "And I'll be able to put Community Service on my
college application (which I seriously need)!"
"Sorry, but no," Jimmy said, "The case I'm on requires me to lay low."
"Think of the small children in Africa!"
"What?"
"Small children in Africa can get cancer."
"Right," Jimmy said, tapping his fingers stiffly, "While I ac-"
"It's fortunate for you I'm so popular," the girl said, a dark smile spreading over her face, "It will take me less than an hour
to spread the word that you're here."
Jimmy ceased tapping, "You can't do that."
"I can and I totally will," she said, her head stuck in the air, "How about we write 'Jimmy Kudo look-a-like,' instead of just 'Jimmy Kudo?'"
"Fine."
Jimmy plopped himself down behind the counter the girl had set up in a matter of minutes after meeting him, "Then hurry and fix the sign."
"Okay, okay," she ripped the banner taped to the counter off, seemed to pull a replacement from hammer space, and stuck it in place.
Said counter was set up in the typical cafeteria of Ekoda High School. It was lunchtime, now, and teenagers squashed past each other, crashed into each other, tried to get cafeteria food from their new shirts, and prayed for their lives.
"Remind me the point of all this," Jimmy said, glaring at an innocent fly crawling along the table.
"The plan is that I set up this fantastic booth and people buy tickets, then the money goes to some kind of charity and I get points on my college application."
Geez. Why doesn't she just sell over-priced pastries like a normal person?
"And no, I can't just sell a bunch of crummy cupcakes. That's so mainstream."
Jimmy watched a group of girls wander towards them curiously, "So you decided that the only logical course of action would be to find the nearest boy who looked like a detective and have a drawing for his freaking date."
"Actually, I decided to wing it, but yeah," the girl said, "That's how it turned out."
There was some mumbling from the wandering girls, then they merged back into the rest of the cafeteria crowd.
They remained in silence until another girl emerged. Her eyes were sharp, which fit her thin body and long dark hair. Something mysterious radiated from her; something suspicious, yet even Jimmy had admit she was gorgeous. She locked eyes with Sabrina-esque girl, "How much is a ticket?"
"Asks the girl who can date any boy she wants? A dollar."
The girl turned on her heel and left.
Sabrina-esque girl folded her arms, "That's Akako. She's weird, but all the boys are totally heads-over-heels for her."
Twenty minutes of doing nothing, but putting the occasional ticket into a jar.
I guess we don't attract that much attention. Good. Still, he hoped he could talk to Kaito before he turned back into Conan.
Akako stormed back over to the counter and slapped down a wad of money, "$1764.25."
Sabrina-esque girl and Jimmy gaped together.
"Scrapped together from the school's male population," she said with a wicked grin, "I need one thousand seven hundred and sixty four tickets and one fourth of a ticket."
Jimmy was a little dubious about 'one fourth of a ticket,' but the rest was hard to argue with. He started counting.
Sabrina-esque girl started writing on a ticket, but Akako stopped her, "I want them to say Kaito Kuroba."
Jimmy almost swallowed his tongue.