Okay, so I just woke up on a Saturday morning when I had nothing to do. SO, I decided to plop down in front of my computer to do some creative stuff (completely ignoring my mountain of homework) when the idea of making a Detective Conan - or Meitantei Conan - fanfic came to me. Of course, after doing some full out searching on I couldn't find a single AU fic...so I'm going to mark the Detective Conan section with its first AU fic ever! Or not... But it has nothing to do with the original plot. No Shinichi turning into Conan! Sorry Aoysho Goyama, even though you are seriously a genius for making such an awesomely awesome manga/anime, but this has a storyline of it's own! Anyways, there's something I need to tell you guys :
I live in CONNECTICUT, so that means I don't have the real Detective Conan anime... damn! Case Closed is the closest thing I have on the T.V. near watching Detective Conan but other than that! I've got the trusty Internet! And, courtesy of MANGAviewer Type 3, I've got most of the basics down! So if I get anything screwed up in my fic...don't be surprised.
Disclaimer : I don't own Meitantei Conan because if I did, Shinichi would've been turned back by now and would be dating Ran!
-Stardust
Kudo Shinichi rolled his eyes up at the ceiling as if begging God for mercy. It's been at least five hours since his last break, but as dawn approached, he had to finish his document describing the latest case.
The cursor on his computer blinked, waiting for his next sentence to be typed.
He slammed his forehead down on desk recalling the past hours.
It was hell for him, leafing through pages in the thesaurus to enhance his damned vocabulary. All those god forsaken big words that were basically superfluous, but only put in so that the document would look longer... and the keyboard!
Why wasn't 'a' next to 'b'! And why was 'w' next to 'e' when they were eighteen letters apart in the English alphabet!
Shinichi wasn't even near the ballpoint of being a typist and yet here he was. Sitting in front of a freakin' computer at three fifty freakin' eight (A.M!) in the dead of the night. Or morning.
Anyways, the computer wasn't even his! It was a spare about five rows down since the one in his respective cubicle crashed.
Not that it mattered. The one on his desk was even more pathetic than the one he was using now; it was a Windows 95.
Everything was shit. He couldn't even bribe one of his cute co-workers to do the work for him. Because why? Because Kuroba Kaitou happened to throw his stupid party a day before the due date of his report. Even the ladies would give up tending to the aid of Kudo Shinichi for Kaito's parties.
Shaking his head, Shinichi regained his slouching posture. He eyed the digital clock on the bottom of the monitor... which was reminded him everything was completely bullshit!
This was Tokyo, Japan, the leading technological country in the Pacific Rim with the most advanced devices ever! And lo and behold - he just HAS to be in front of a Windows 98. He should at least have an XP, which he does, just at home -
But that isn't the point. The point was, it is now 4:05. Exactly an hour and fifty-five minutes left until his boss came prancing in demanding his fully typed and explained report to give to his boss.
Total. Injustice.
Which was quite ironic, since Shinichi was working for justice. The Tokyo Police Department, that is.
The guy rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Sometimes he wondered if he made the right decision moving out of the States. After all, if he had stayed in America, he didn't need to put up with writing anything.
...But of course, Kudo Shinichi would rather be stabbed in the heart than living off of his parent's wealth. It just wasn't his style.
Shinichi slapped himself to sense and jabbed the enter button a couple of times. Pressing tab, he muttered under his breath,
"T..h..e.. c..a..s..e.. i..s.. c..l..o..s..e..d.. Period! File! Save as! Save as, baby!"
Who cared if Megure handed in a crappy conclusion? He definitely didn't. The detective turned policeman pushed back on the desk chair and let it take him back a couple of feet.
"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!"
A sudden beep interrupted his celebration. The brunette cautiously reeled himself to the cubicle.
"Not enough memory to save file." Shinichi read out loud. The sentence was a blank to him. He read it again. This time, the message got across.
"Not enough fucking memory to save file! No. No, no, no, no, no! Just-just...NO!"
There was no use printing the report since all the printers were switched off after Megure left.
This was not right. It just WASN'T!
His entire twenty-two years of living, not a single tear made it to his eyes. Well, with the exception of a few years into baby-hood. Now that the computer was denying any access to printing and saving, Shinichi wasn't about to bet on staying tear-less for the rest of his life.
Then the idea hit him. He'd leave the computer on until Megure arrives! That means he could still go home and catch some well deserved sleep for at least an hour. It was, indeed, better than none. Shinichi looked around the empty floor to see if anyone was there.
Deserted. As expected.
Switching off the screen, he tidied up the desk and made it look like it was just another computer. No one really checks up in this area so it shouldn't be a problem.
Pushing the chair back to its original position, Shinichi eliminated all trace of life in the cubicle. He made his way out of the building in stark darkness, his level of exhaustion growing more and more all the way back to his apartment...
- - - - -
An hour and some minutes later, early rays of light already spewed itself through the windows of the Tokyo Police Department. The custodians did an excellent job polishing the main floor; the tiles had a faint reflection of almost anyone who walked on it. Slow streams of people started populating the main entrance with coffee or lattes in hand.
Shinichi shuffled through the threshold. He took in a whiff of aroma ranging from French Vanilla to Hazelnut. The boy, himself, held no trace of a drink on the count of having just an hours worth of sleep - and he made sure to sleep through every minute of it.
Strolling toward the elevator, his senses took a complete turn when the scent of morning coffee merged with feminine perfume. Flashing a foxy grin at the ladies, the brunette walked inside.
Eight floors later, Shinichi bid the women goodbye and stepped off. He slung his blue blazer over his shoulder in the typical 'Kudo-style' and stalked over to the compartment from last night.
He was expecting an empty cubicle; the blank computer which was secretly turned on to be still turned on with his documents on it, too...
...However, his expectations were not met.
Instead, sitting in the black chair that he had sat on earlier was a girl no older than his age, typing away. You'd think the keyboard would over-ride at her paste.
But her words-typed-per-minute wasn't something Shinichi cared about. He was looking at the letter she was writing. All traces of his report were gone. GONE!
He grimaced.
And winced.
And for the second time that day, Shinichi felt his lower lip quiver.
The girl occupying the cubicle seemed completely oblivious to the emotional chaos going through the boy's head behind her. She reached down to take a sip from the cute Hello Kitty mug that contained her steaming, just-out-of-the-store coffee and bought it to her lips. All of a sudden, she felt a weight on her shoulder as she was jerked 180 degrees around.
"WHAT THE HELL?" roared the person who spun her around.
Her scorching coffee dumped half its contents onto the skin showing behind her low-cut jacket. She immediately flung the remaining half onto the other person's body, spilling it on the stomach region of his shirt.
Two screams erupted from the Ninth Floor and echoed through out the building. The entire building. Which meant not just Floor Nine, not just Floor Ten, but the entire building. A high pitched scream and a low pitched yell joined in agony. People on their floor stopped their daily routines and craned their necks to see the origin of the ruckus. Everyone who wasn't woken up just had their wake up call.
The lass who was previously typing jerked her head to meet Shinichi's eyes. Unfortunately for her, she had no idea who she was dealing with. Obviously the girl was new - he couldn't recognize her. But instead of cowering away from the infamous detective, she glared at him with outraged cobalt eyes.
"What THE hell!"
Alright, there's the first chapter! Not the best, I know, I'm sorry. But how do you like it so far? Should I continue? Or just plain stop -.-... it's up to you! If I do update though, it probably will be long with my school stuff and sports...ugh, well hopefully that won't keep me from this if you guys like it. Anyhow, PLEASE read and review and give me some comments! You have no idea how much a comment can do to an author...