Detective Kudo's (Case Closed/Detective Conan Fanfic)

Tragic Valentine! Part 1

"You really shouldn't have done that, y'know?" Rachel started. I groaned, not wanting another lecture. Currently Rachel, Serena, and I are walking home from school.

I had to go since I've missed so many classes, so I've been going for about a week straight, and it's taking a toll on my mentality.

Which is why Rachel is getting on my case. "Yeah. Finally going to school and you break another desk, how many does that make?" Serena asked curiously.

Hm. I looked up thoughtfully. "This week? Three?" Rachel closed her eyes and shook her head. "Five." She corrected me.

Huh? Really? Well, I wasn't counting. "You didn't get detention this time though." Serena mused. Rachel gave her friend a look. "Only because they've given up. It doesn't affect her at all." I shrugged nonchalantly, throwing my hands behind my head.

Of course because of this dumb uniform it's not comfy. Clicking my tongue in annoyance I dropped my arms to my side.

Not my fault they're not creative enough. "Anyway, enough about Stella's rebellion. Aren't you guys excited?!" Serena asked excitedly.

What's she going on about this time? Rachel and I exchanged looks. "About what?" Rachel asked for us.

Serena looked at us with disbelief. "Hello? Tomorrow's Valentine's Day! It's only the best holiday of the year!" She stopped in front of us, flailing her arms dramatically.

"Halloween is so much better." I snorted. Serena dismissed my opinion and continued with her dramatics.

She looked off dreamily, clasping her hands and bringing it to her face. "The key to melting a man's heart lies in the art of making chocolate." Hearts swarmed around her head and I gave her a flat look.

"Acid also works." I muttered.

She quickly got in our faces. "But alternative means are acceptable!" That's just another way to say you don't know how to make chocolate.

I don't think she's ever cooked a thing in her life.

"Oh, I can't believe I forgot." Rachel lied.

I glanced at her from the corner of my eye. She didn't forget, and she's a bad liar. Serena narrowed her eyes suspiciously on her, leaning closer. "Rach, What are you not telling me?" She grilled our friend. "I-I don't know what you mean." She tried to play it off.

Same old Rachel. Can't lie, especially not to a presence as big as Serena's.

I crossed my arms over my chest. "You're a terrible liar Rach." Serena nodded in agreement, her gaze never leaving Rachel.

But her analyzing gaze lessoned and she leaned away. "He really is a fantastic prospect y'know."

Now this confused our friend. "What? Who is?" She asked curiously. "You remember those two guys who tried so hard to get our attention at the coffee shop last Sunday." She nudged Rachel with her elbow, a sly smile on her face.

What? They got picked up?

Well that's nothing new. "They claimed to be medical students at the university and after seeing them, heh, I'm going to find a way to get sick. Oh that Kenan Morris. What a dream boat." Serena giggled as she looked off fondly.

"And the . . . whatever his name was sure seemed to like you. I mean you two look sooo perfect together." She laughed, but it was more forced.

And based on Rachel's expression, Serena's lying just to get her to go along. Rachel sighed.

Suddenly a car stopped beside us and a really big muscular guy stepped out, eyes locked on Rachel.

I got ready to throw a punch if need be, but he seemed familiar with them.