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I'm back from a week in the Mountains (with LOTS of snow) and had a very fun time.
Then got to come back and deal with aftermath of my place being fumigated while I was gone. ~_~ Meaning *nervous laugh* No gas, no heat in the house. No hot water for shower either, and I'm feckin' cold. *brrrrrr*

Anyway. Scans and stories later. [livejournal.com profile] ysabet is prolly about ready to kill us because we showed her part of a story the night before we left, then finished it the next morning, only to find that the modem was being stubborn and we couldn't post it before we left. So she's had to wait most of a week to get the rest.
And it's a cliffhanger anyway, cause that's where the mental pics ran out. So don't kill me. We need to get cold medicine first, guacamole is not an attractive colour.



+++

"Dammit, Hakuba, it's time for you to consider a diet." A familiar voice growled in his ear. "You're too heavy for me to be hauling your fat butt around like this."

He acknowledged the words from a distance, a grey haze covering his brain, like he was waking from a deep sleep. He was aware of strong arms and hands laying him down on something soft, but found he lacked the motivation or the ability to move his heavy limbs. Something soft, like a blanket was pulled over him.

"Alright, Detective." The voice commented, from a farther distance than directly in his ear. "I'm counting on you to be the calm one. Our other two guests certainly aren't known for it."

Then the metallic scent of the Kid's sleeping gas filled his head and he drifted back into unconsciousness.

+++

Conan wasn't sure which was worse as he screamed, the concussive force that made his ears ring and his head spin, or the heat that scorched against his skin as he flew through the air from the explosion of the car he and Ran had been walking by.

The side walk rose to meet him knocking the wind out of him as he rolled, limbs flaying as momentum drove him across the hard surface, to come to a stop at the cooler mouth of an alley. Bits of debris flew around him and his body flinched, even as he struggled to catch his breath and calm his shaking nerves. "r-Ran?!"

He moved his head slightly and finally spotted her still form, a familiar figure leaning over her.

A figure that used to be as recognisable to him as his own shadow, or the reflection in a window.

Gentle hands picked him up. "Looks like I got here a bit too late." A regretful voice commented in his ear as he heard the hiss of an aerosol go off. Pink smoke filled his vision, blocking his view of Ran, then all faded to black.

+++

"Heiji!" Kazuha's voice snapped. "Where are you going NOW?"

"Just for a ride" He snapped the helmet under his chin. "I've got a bad feeling, want to check on a few things."

He couldn't, wouldn't tell her that he had a bad 'just-been-punched-in-the-stomach' feeling that something was wrong with Kudo. Something really bad.

Nothing that he wanted to get her caught up in, that's for sure. Not with Kudo's ability to attract danger like bears to honey.

He smiled at her anyway, eyes crinkling fondly. "See you soon, 'kay?"

She got a fierce look to her eyes then, her hands clenching into fist. "You take care of yourself." It wasn't a request.

"You too."

He nodded once, then rode off.

He vanished mid-way.

+++

Hakuba was the only one awake by the time he got back from running the last of his 'errands', covering their trail the best he could. They had a few days leeway, quite possibly a few weeks at the most.

If they didn't kill him first, that was.

The blond was standing guard over the two sleeping detectives, the TV remote in hand as he watched the news reports with a serious frown that he usually got when putting things together in a pattern he didn't understand.

There were a few moments of peace before Hattori woke, scrunching his face up and groaning, looking like he'd just swallowed week-old wharf-rat road kill. The gas did leave a nasty aftertaste. Hakuba had the remote set down, helping the Kansai detective to sit up almost immediately, calmly murmuring words that were too faint from him to hear.

Kudo woke next, gripping his head like it hurt. Hattori woke further with a calm 'Yo, Kudo' gesture, causing the smallest detective to glance around in surprise and not a little shock. Especially when he realised that he was sans-glasses, watch, shoes and other nifty gadgets that he carried on his smaller form.

He gave them a few moments to gain their bearings before making his appearance, ghosting over to stand on the balcony area above them. The detectives tensed, three sharp eyed gazes bearing on him like gun sights.

To his surprise however, Hakuba was the one to break the silence, "YOU!" He rose to his feet, anger staining his face pink. "What's the meaning of that?! She's going to cry because of you!"

It took a moment for him to realise what he meant, and a glance to the TV monitor explained it all.

They were finishing reporting the death of a student at Edoka High, killed by a gas explosion before school started early the previous morning, before switching over to the disappearance of a young boy after a car exploded.

"The Kudo, Mouri, Nakamori and Hattori families have gone into hiding at the police's insistence." He raised his own remote, switching the television to another channel labelled 'Watson Cam'. Ran and Shin'ichi walked down the street, talking. A date on the screen marked the time to be a few hours after the car had gone up in flames. "Dr. Agasa, most of the Shonen Tantei and Toyama Kazuha included. You can save your gratitude for later."

"Kid!" Kudo roared, his small body shaking with intensity. "What's the meaning of this?! Why did you kidnap us?"

"That's not me on the screen." He informed them calmly, sticking his hands back in his pockets. "It's someone of my, or Kudo Yukiko's level of skill at disguise. Sound familiar, Detectives?"

Kudo's eyes widened, then narrowed in surprise. Hattori's eyes narrowed as well, his own brain engaged along a similar train of thought. Hakuba looked irritated. "You kidnapped my bird?"

He ignored Hakuba.

"As of 14:00 two days ago, Sherry's current identity and location were compromised and eliminated by her former companions."

Kudo stopped shaking as he went pale with shock. Hattori reached a hand down, resting it on his shoulder for support, his own face stricken.

"Those same former companions have been spotted tailing myself, and by default, Hakuba as well." He continued ruthlessly, leaning forward and motioning to the stack of paper work on the other side of the room containing all the data he could scrounge on the men in the black coats. Hopefully it would be enough. Hopefully THIS would be enough.

"What I have done, Gentlemen, is grant us some time. The question is, what shall you do with it?"

-fin-

What happens next? Heck if I know!

Kuroba faked his death. There's a mental comment about adding 'grave robber' to his list of charges, and something about him changing his dental records.

That Shin'ichi running around? There's only one other person who was taught disguise by Toichi other than Kid and Yukiko. They're keeping a close eye on their Angel to make sure that Ran's not hurt. ^__^



Happy New Year Everyone!!!

Date: 2004-01-05 08:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yuncyn.livejournal.com
...

Have I mentioned you're evil for leaving it like that?Tho, while I was reading, I thought this was part of PYP...hint, hint. (^_^;; I know I'm annoying but I couldn't resist)

"...Tomoyo Kazuha included"

Ano... Kazuha-chan's surname is Toyama, not Tomoyo. (been watching a lot of CardCaptor Sakura, ne, Icka? ^_^)

eep!

Date: 2004-01-06 12:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ickaimp.livejournal.com
Eep! Thanks! Fixed the name error!
... that's what I get for doing that at 4am before a trip ~_~

Yeah, sorry for the cliffhanger. Do have one more scene that's haunting, may type it up tonight.

Anyone else want to continue it?

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