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

The Delinquent Plays Detective !

"Let me get this straight. Two shady guys in black trench coats, who refused to give their names to Meguire by the way, are sneaking away behind a building after a beheading, and you follow them? What the hell Dweeb, are you trying to get yourself killed?! Of course something like this happened, because you have no sense of danger dipshit!" I shouted at the small boy. My younger brother.

But only by a year. He's seventeen, not seven. Yet here he is. The same appearance he had ten years ago, just with dorkier clothes and dad's old glasses.

"You're the smart one, what the hell?!" I continued to shout even as both him and Doc kept on shushing me.

Rachel is searching the mansion for him, every nook and cranny. "Quiet Stella! What if Rachel hears you?" Jimmy kept looking over towards the door, where Rach would eventually come back through.

"I don't give a shit. You're the smart one Dweeb! What the hell? They could have been Yakuza, the mafia! And you let one of them sneak up on you?! What happened to the Jimmy who saved us from a serial killer?! If you're going to be a detective, you have to be more careful and you have to know basic self defense." I hissed.

My panic is still there, but there's so much anger in it that is spiking my adrenaline. My fists clenched and unclenched multiple times as I struggled not to punch something.

How could this happen? How is it possible? I wouldn't believe it, but I know my brother from a mile away. He was attacked, drugged, shrunk back to the size of a kid.

These thugs had the nerve to go after my brother? No one messes with the Dweeb but me!

How am I going to fix this? Oh my god. If I don't get him back to normal soon, mom and dad are going to kill me! I glared at Jimmy with the full force of my anger, making him jump. "Wh-Why are you glaring at me?! I'm the victim!" He shouted up at me.

I placed my hands on my hips and bent over a little to stare him down. "This is so typical of you."

The little runt had the nerve to look shocked. "Typical? How is this in any way typical?!" He squawked before shooting me a glare of his own.

"You ran off, poked your nose somewhere it didn't belong, got burned, and then I'm grounded and am threatened with boarding school!" I snarled. He looked as if he couldn't believe me.

"How did you come to this conclusion?!" He demanded.

I sneered at him. "When you picked a fight with Gabriel and his gang. You got beaten up. It's my fault and I'm grounded. You got too close to a corrupted rich man, yeah, you got him in jail, after he torched half our house! It's my fault and I'm in the scared straight program. Everything you do affects me because I'm your older sister! Because you can do no wrong! When mom and dad find out about this, they'll send me to military school! You Dweeb!"

He scoffed, throwing his hands up in the air. "Oh here we go! Woe is me, my parents love my brother more than me. You're a broken record y'know that?! This isn't the time for your teenage angst Stella! Look at me!"

We growled at one another, our glares clashing like lightning. Doc has his hands up, trying to calm our arguing.

Of course this is normal, that's how we communicate, screaming. This is normal. Or it would be if he wasn't pint sized.

Before we could continue our screaming match, Rachel returned. She had a hopeful look on her face, but as she took in what was happening, she frowned. "What's wrong?" Doc asked her.

She sighed, looking over at me before down at the ground. "I heard Stella screaming and I thought Jimmy was here. She only screams like that with him."