Detective Conan and Magic Kaito characters, settings, and ideas do not belong to me but to Aoyama Gōshō.
TMPD Antics
By Taliya
XLIX: Kudou and Hattori
"You know, Kudou," Heiji pondered aloud as he slapped the roof of the police vehicle once, and the car holding their murderer rolled away. "If memory serves, Kazuha's bought you exactly four-hundred sixty-three good luck charms over the years that she's had blessed at various temples." The Osakan stuffed his hands in his pockets. "You've got to be cursed."
Shinichi snorted. "Tell me about it. Ran's convinced I've a Shinigami stalking me." The pair of homicide detectives stood at the entrance of the Science Museum Exhibition Hall, which housed the Sherlock Holmes convention that both Shinichi and Saguru had been so eager to attend. Since a dead body had turned up the first day, the events and activities planned for Monday had been cancelled, though the things would continue on schedule for the rest of the week. Saguru was still inside discussing the details with Inspector Satou.
The investigation had taken nearly three times as long as normal because the convention-goers were convinced they could solve the case. They had initially watched in rapt silence as Shinichi and Saguru went about their business, entranced by the presence of the Modern-Day Holmes, but then some bright soul decided to challenge Shinichi to a deduction battle before the police arrived. Both of the official detectives had a rather difficult time keeping the curious onlookers from trampling over the crime scene. Once Heiji had arrived with Inspector Satou as backup, the crowd had reluctantly receded, particularly when she had threatened to hand out arrests for the obstruction of justice.
The culprit had been a woman who had once dated the victim. She had followed him here after breaking up with him on the grounds that he was not spending enough time with her. When she found out that Sherlock Holmes had stolen her boyfriend, she had, in a fit of pique, she had slipped cyanide into his fountain drink when he had not been paying attention. He had collapsed and seized, resulting in the foam on his lips when the detectives had reached him.
Heiji eyed Shinichi's downtrodden expression. "You okay?"
"Why," Shinichi began, aggrieved, "Does this always happen at a Holmes gathering?!"
The Osakan exhaled gustily. "I told you already: you're cursed."
Author's Note: Poor little Shinigami Shinichi. He just can't help that people fall dead at his feet, no matter where he is or what he does. The series is finally coming to an end—second to last chapter, people! I hope you enjoyed it.
Completed: 26.11.2015