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

The Art Museum Murder Case!

"What?! You're saying a suit of armor moved on its own?" Jimmy asked incredulously.

I raised an eyebrow as I chowed on some instant ramen, plopped on the couch in Richard's office next to the Dweeb who was reading a book.

Richard sat at his desk, looking over the newspaper and we all stared at Rachel who just came back from running an errand.

She smiled brightly, excitement in her blue eyes. "Yeah, two of the security guards saw it! Everyone in the neighborhood's talking about it now.It sounds like a lot of fun so why don't we all take a look down at the museum?" She asked excitedly.

Richard and Jimmy burst out in fits of laughter at her story. I frowned briefly, smacking Jimmy upside the head and throwing my chopsticks, nailing Richard in the head effectively shutting them up.

"The museum probably isn't doing well so it started that rumor to attract attention. It's a hoax, Rach." I waved her idea away, chugging the broth from the emptying container.

Jimmy and Richard shot me their glares of contempt but it didn't affect me.

Richard rubbed the growing red spot on his forehead where I hit. "The Delinquents right. That museum is hurting so they need something to bring in more business." He reluctantly agreed.

Jimmy nodded, moving his hand from the knot I created on his head. "I agree. It's a promotion for kids." He added, which by the look of her face, Rachel did not appreciate.

The two put down their reading material and stood. "Well time to do some work." Richard said.

Jimmy threw his hands behind his head as he and Richard headed towards the door. "And I'll do some of my homework."

So they're bailing.

It's rare to see the two agree on something. I glanced at Rachel curiously whose temple began to throb.

'The Vein' making its appearance.

"Hold it right there!" She shouted. The two stopped and looked back to see her walk over to Richard's desk and slammed her fist down, denting it greatly.

My eye twitched. She looked over to the two, who had gone pale and tense with fear. She smiled but the vein was still prominent and it wasn't warm at all.

"You are going right?" She asked again.

So it's okay when you use violence to enforce something but not when I do it?

The hypocrisy.

The two stood at attention, their fear prominent. "That's right."

I snorted, putting my cup on the table and leaning back. "You guys can go. I'm just gonna hang back." Rachel glared murderously and I raised my eyebrow.

While Rachel is an insane fighter and black belt in karate, I'm also skilled in it. Not to mention my skills in different martial arts all across the world.

It started as an interest when I went on vacation as a kid with my family but soon I realized how much pull I had when I could fight.

She huffed, before reaching for the landline. "Should I call your parents and tell them about what happened at school the other day?"

My jaw dropped as I stared at her in disbelief. "The fuck Rach?!" I shouted in outrage.

"This is something we should do as a family. And right now, you're a part of it. So are you coming or not?"

I scowled at her before letting out a loud groan of contempt and stood. "Fucking snitch." I grumbled, pushing my way past the two dimwits and towards the stairs.