I fixed it! I recently realized that I had a couple of small grammar mistakes, so I cleaned it up a bit, as I did with Chapter 2. R&R with suggestions and comments! Flames will be used for marshmallows.

I honestly have NO idea where this came from. This is un-betaed, slightly looked over, and AU-ish. Put NOTHING past it. If you look through the crappiness of it all, then feel free to take this universe and run with it- please ask me though first.

Then again, you people were crazy enough to fall for my summary. Suckers.

Drabblet #1 Demented Dominations

It was a warm spring day in the lunch pavilion of the high school. Of what was left of the student populace that wasn't playing soccer on the field or in lunch clubs were sprawled throughout the pristine white tables of the outdoor cafeteria. They were enjoying the pleasant surprise of the sun; although it was well into spring, some of the winter rains still lingered.

In some of the farthest outskirts of the tables were sitting four male Third year students, none too far from the geeks and loners. To the onlooker the scene seemed innocent enough- the dark haired one with blue-violet eyes seemed to finish a story to a blonde foreigner, much to their relief. The blue eyed boy and his dark skinned friend were half listening while eating their lunches. The dark skinned one yawned and said something. A millisecond later his friend spat out the egg was eating and yelled, "You did WHAT?"

They could only be the one and only Meitantei Three, the most famous and nation renowned teen detectives and popular kids at their school. Oh, and their Magician Friend. People liked him too.

The Hattori Heiji nonchalantly waved the question off. "Oh, just signed you up for President. Pass the soy sauce, please."

Kudo Shinichi threw condiment at him, with all intentions to hit him in the eye, but Heiji caught it just in time. "I get the feeling that you're not too pleased with this." He noted, drowning his food with the dark liquid.

"NO I'M NOT!" he snarled. Kuroba Kaito (the not-so-awesome non-detective) raised an eyebrow at his fuming near-twin, usually so cool and collected. It was obvious he was fighting to keep his composure. He was almost disappointed in an odd way; he'd never achieved this level of fury from his cousin. At least, not with him showing it this much. He'd have to get better at this. That train of thought soon crashed when an evil aura overtook the formally sane young man, as he began uttering some incantation of some sort under his breath.

Hakuba Saguru, the poor Brit who had the misfortune of being seated within a 14.1 foot radius of his friend, widened his eyes in disbelief at the murmurs. "Uh, Kudo, calm down, OK? Hattori is just pulling a prank, right?"

Needless to say this behavior wasn't normal; even for the abnormal death magnet that was the being of one Kudo Shinichi and his friends.

"Nope," the said teen, seemingly oblivious to the danger to his psychical health. " I genuinely mean it. If I'm going to be Vice President, I have to work with someone that I won't strangle."

"Why me?" Shinichi growled, voice dripping with venom.

Don't think the feeling is mutual," The blonde chuckled nervously. His domburi didn't look as appetizing as before. "Besides, you must have some other candidates in mind?"

"Of course I did!" The soon-to-be murder victim turned to his right and snorted indignantly. "In fact, there were several people that came before him. But I then realized that all of them either hated me, I hated them, or they were dead. Bet they wished they were nice to me."

"Why doesn't this shock me?" the magician deadpanned drily.

He waved to Saguru and Kaito offhandedly. "You two were possible candidates." he locked eyes with Kaito and smirked. "But you was a gone from the get go." Kaito looked as if he wanted to protest, but he cut him off. "As if I would ever be insane enough to let you into a seat of power if I could help it. Kami knows what you would do. Hakuba, you were out as well, since you're always busy during meeting hours either having tea, training Watson, or grooming your cat, Irene-"

"Wait, wait, you actually have a cat named Irene? You should really invest in a human relationship, you lonely spinster you."

"Shut up! I specified that was never to leave the house Hattori."

The said detective seemed unfazed. "Also to add to Kuroba's cons, I know he is currently trying to disprove to his Mom that he's taken up cross dressing, as his great uncle sent him a bra in the mail. That would take a few too many days to take into consideration on my schedule."

"What was that Kuroba?" The blonde grinned sadistically. "I believe turnabout is fair play."

Kaito eyes shifted to his right. "Touché. He punched a fist into the air as if he were a preacher driving home a point. "I do hereby propose a pact that these matters never leave this table, and shall never be heard of again. Anyone who does not abide by these conditions shall be subject to punishment of the victim's choice, however creative it may be." he smirked mischievously and the last.

"I second the notion!"

"As do I. Loud mouthed twit..." the last was muttered English.

Shinichi grunted in agreement, or from what they could hope.

Saguru and Kaito mentally sighed in relief, partially in their strange habits were for now kept six feet under from the world, and that their very scary friend's atmosphere had become significantly less sinister, replaced by a more rational sense of mind. With any luck, Kazuha and Ran won't unleash their wrath upon the poor witnesses. It almost seemed that their lunch break would return to normal. Or at least normal for these four, which meant that everyone present was alive. The four included. For the time being.

So Heiji, being, well, Heiji, just had to ruin there chances of their getting a clean break impossible, and only amplify their chances of bring the aho home in a bloody body bag. Self preservation never really was his thing. "Oh, you can't pull out now. Too close to elections. Hell, with your reputation, you would probably have to murder someone yourself to get of the poll!"

Shinichi's eyes widened in first shock, then quickly mutated in a look a fury, bento left forgotten.

"Of course, I considered running for president myself, but I couldn't be so negligent to my kendo team- I am their captain you know. This was the highest position I could take while still paying equal attention to both. Funny, and they were the ones who pushed me into this.

He continued, talking to the British detective and magician as if Shinichi wasn't even there. "Anyway, with those thoughts in mind, I was left with no choice but Kudo. I knew I would have to sign him up without his knowing. He'd probably come up with some crappy excuse to being unavailable. A pitiful social life aside from the dead, popular enough to win without a hassle, and some brains to fill that fat head? Perfect! Least I won't be stuck with some power hungry geek that can't make a statement to save his life." he shrugged, but it was obvious he was rather pleased with himself.

There was a silence. An ominous wind blew by. Kaito and Saguru glanced to the other side the table eyebrows raised. Even for the collected detective, this level of calmness from him was downright scary.

"…Hattori." Shinichi began, his hair covering eyes, "Do you realize that this Apotoxin cure is still in its trial stage? That Haibara isn't entirely sure if I will stay as myself? Or that there may still be some syndicate members around?"

"Uh…"

Shinichi shot a glare that could melt steel. "You fool!" he snarled. His outburst attracted the nearby tables; not every day you got to see the great Kudo Shinichi bent out of shape this badly. He reduced his voice to a low but still furious whisper. "Do you realize that not only the lives of you and I, but everyone involved with us could be endangered! I have to stay low! Now I'm going to have my name in the open, to the entire school district, an easy enough system to hack? This is BAD Hattori, don't you realize it- why are you laughing dammit?"

It was true; Hattori was having a jolly good laugh at the prospect at his own self destruction, much like a crazed suicide bomber. He was seemingly unaffected by the piercing gaze, whereas Saguru and Kaito had taken to eyeing the light-skinned detective warily, as a zookeeper would a rabid beast. Finally Hattori wiped the tears that were forming in the corners of his eyes.

"You mean that sleepy-mini Neechan? Ha! She said so herself that it was permanent change and that the all the Shadow Syndicate branches have been burned. In fact, I overheard her yesterday talking to Agasa-Hakase about getting rid of you! Said you were coming every other day like it was a religion or something. Even Neechan was trying to get you to find a hobby! So, being the awesome person I am, I saved you the trouble and signed you up!

"Knowing you to be the ego-centric manic you are, I know you wouldn't mind a seat of power. And it probably won't take much effort or skill to run the school of sheep with time to spare. Being the awesomely humble person I am, I'm willing to let you take the position because of my earlier said reasons, but with more or less the same power with lower expectations and paperwork!"

"That's a moronic sense of brilliance." Saguru stated, in awe.

Heiji frowned, eyes furrowing. "I'm think I should be offended by that…"

Kaito nodded approvingly through a suppressed snicker. "Stupid as Hattori may be-"

"OI!"

"You really shouldn't be so paranoid. We burned off the last branches of Syndicate a long while ago. If there were any operatives left that are stupid enough to strike so soon without any resources wouldn't be an issue. Something as minor as your being seen on a school district poll also wouldn't matter even if they had power. Whatever Syndicate reject underling that slipped through the cracks would probably already know, since we screwed over the majority of their uppers anyway. You also forget that all of the police districts of Japan are on high alert for Them. They would be spotted in a heartbeat." He took another bite from his mochi.

Saguru was the one that the broke the stupefied silence that followed the magician's reasoning. "That actually sounded rational, Kuroba. It's good, but it's just… "

"Freaky?" Heiji offered.

"Yes, but sound advice."

Kaito had the decency to look offended. "You say that as if I usually don't have any good advice."

"Half of the time you don't." Shinichi sighed. "That's why it's pretty sad that we're taking advice from you, of all people."

"Barou!" Kaito then attacked Shinichi in a vicious head noogie, to which he half- protested though a good natured glare. Once Kaito released his cousin, Shinichi then magically styled his hair to its maximum cowlick-yness, he appeared to be completely wiped of his Evil Aura of Utmost Doom.

Seeing the almost abrupt change in temper, the former death row contender decided to go for a confirmation. Who knew when the moody jerk (AKA his best detective buddy) would return? He liked his smartass moods better. Much more fun to mess with him. "So, uh, no hard feelings, right Kudo?"Heiji experimentally offered an arm.

Shinichi grasped his arm firmly, and pulled in for a quick man-hug. Fwt-Fwt-Fwt Fwt!

"Penguin ear cream…" like a huge redwood timbering down, the Great Detective of the West fell into his okonomiyaki, snoring loudly.

"None what so ever." A sickeningly sweet smile.

Saguru couldn't hold back a grin. "Wasn't that three too many?"

"I think he's still moving…" Kaito broke in. The darkly tanned hand was twitching in a spastic manner. Another swift shot from the watch set it to rest, limp.

"That should do. At least, he'll be out until the last period."

"I suppose. Hattori did have it coming."

"Yeah, lucky you're a detective, or this would have been a very messy crime scene." The magician poked his eye with a nearby stick he found.

Shinichi didn't miss a beat. "Barou. I'm not stupid enough to commit unpremeditated murder. I have enough respect for, the then former, detective of the west, to annihilate him in a way the even he, alive or in the afterlife, could never dream of solving. It would be in a clever, stylish manner, virtually impossible, but dignified. A little poetic justice would also play a hand in it." He spoke in such a relaxed way, as if he already planned out the exact circumstances of Hattori Heiji's murder. The thought sent shivers up the spine.

He flashed another creepy, knowing smile at the remaining conscious students. They unwillingly glanced up, at full attention.

"Do keep Hattori from suffocation. I would like him to suffer the aftereffects of his folly. If you will excuse me gentlemen, I believe I now have an election to single handedly conquer. Ja ne." he gave a small wave as strode off smoothly and confidently toward the elections stand.

The remaining two blinked, glanced at their now unconscious friend. Slowly they brought their gazes to each other and silently conveyed mental messages to each other. Saguru sighed at checked his pocket watch. 12:43; the day he ceased whatever social life (animal or otherwise). At least he wouldn't go down alone.

"I'll be the secretary if you're treasurer?"

"Sounds good to me. Pass the soy sauce please."

And so normality was restored.

…Again not a clue. The plunnie always floated in my mind, and it just… Happened. I thought the positions fit them all nicely.

Ha ha. I made the Gosho Boys loners! Ehh, they probably would like interact with people, this is post Shadow Syndicate. (Organization is only Organization XIII for me. And the initials suck.) It's debatable about how much information was introduced to the public, and even if it wasn't, it's the GOSHO BOYS.

*I should probably mention this is all canon couples ;D*

And don't worry Kid/Kaito fans! I wuvles Kai-chan as much as you~ 3. I just think if in his normal persona, he isn't a famous as the Meitantei Three. That is unless, you let him pull a prank. Or Bring Kid into the equation. The he obliterates them all. Period.

Ja ne!

Until My Next Stupid Drabble,

~Daydreamer1412

(Would be the time to mention this is my first story? Yeah. I love you all! *Bribes readers with chocolate*