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

The Big Shrink!

When I was a little girl, I realized how different I was from my family. From my beautiful mother who was a well renowned actress, from my brilliant father whose books are known in many countries, and even from my brother, who, despite everything is an aspiring detective who has yet to be unable to solve a case.

Those three have always been in the spotlight. They're incredible. And the fact that I don't hold a candle to them just makes it worse.

"Earth to Stella." I snapped out of my daze and looked over at a familiar, dark skinned boy. A look of agitation crossed his face, and his drk brown hair was hidden under his iconic cap.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Yes, Harley?" His frown deepened, even his brows were frowning. Something I have a talent for doing. He gave a pointed look at the convenience store food in my hand. "I know you swiped that. You can't keep stealing things, it's diminishing my wallet." He complained.

I snorted, shoving the rest of the rice ball in my mouth. "Nobody asked you to pay for me."

He sighed before hopping up onto the small wall, sitting next to me. He placed his chin in his hand as he gazed at the cars passing by. "For someone who comes from a family of crime solvers, you sure do a lot of it." He grumbled.

I shot him a look, the perma scowl on my face. "Dad's a writer, not a detective. And who cares about the Dweeb?" He glanced over at me, the corner of his lip twitching up a bit. He didn't say anything about how dad has been known to help the police solve crime, or even the fact that Jimmy's popularity has skyrocketed even more with his last case.

"Well, I don't approve of your ways, but you're a good person. You fit your family well." He did his best to put true meaning in those words. To assure me.

It never really works.

Everyone in my family is either a genius or has serious talent and beauty. Then there's me. With my mediocre grades, my load of absences, and a barely average face.

I'm not extraordinary at all, not like the rest of them. I've never flat out told Harley about my resentment of that, but I didn't need to. He's a High School Detective, just like the Dweeb.

I don't need to.

The first time I ever met Harley was when our school went on a trip to Osaka. I had ditched my group, like I did the entire trip, and stumbled upon a group of bullies ganging up on a kid. I didn't study different fighting styles for nothing, so I wailed on them.

Well the victim ran away and Harley came across the fight, initially thinking I started it. When he accused me, I shouted at him, he shouted back, then I left. He eventually found me later, saying he found evidence of my innocence, and apologized I said a slew of swears at him and left but he kept on finding me, wherever I went. No matter how much I swore or threatened him, he followed me around with a cheeky grin trying to show me around.

Honestly I was annoyed, but the kid grows on ya. So when I usually ditch school I come to Osaka.

Of course I tend to steal a little here and there, get into fights, just juvenile things that earned me the nickname of 'Delinquent'. How could they not, I fit the bill.

I dye my dark brown hair blonde, I wear tattered jeans and graphic t-shirts, I always have a bandage somewhere on my face or body, and my golden eyes tend to glare at everything they happen upon.

It's like I've walked out of a pamphlet of; 'Is your teen acting out?'

Despite our moral standings, Harley never really hated me for it. He does't like what I do, it goes against what he believes in, but he never holds it against me. Not totally.