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My first Detective Conan fic! I threw in Gravitation (for those not familiar with the anime/manga, it’s basically about a singer named Shindou Shuichi and a writer named Yuki Eiri and their relationship as Eiri fights with past nightmares and as Shuichi tries to make it to the top with his band, Bad Luck) as well for the sake of the story and plot. The lyrics are the start of “Rage Beat”, a song that, in the anime, is the song that launched Bad Luck into their career.
Right…you want a disclaimer. Alright, alright…I don’t own Detective Conan/Case Closed or Gravitation. Happy now?
On another note, I use the original names for the characters. For those who have never seen the subbed version, here are the names used:
Kogoro Mori - Richard Moore
Ran Mori - Rachael Moore
Shinichi Kudo - Jimmy Kudo
Inspector Megure - Inspector Meguire
Other Japanese words used:
-neesan - Big/elder sister (in the subbed version, after a while, Conan adds this to the end of Ran’s name since she sees him as a little brother)
-kun - polite suffix attached to a name (usually used for males, though sometimes attached to female names)
The Stage Fright
Ran smiled and pointed, “Look, Conan! They’re coming on! Isn’t this great?”
Conan sweatdropped and smiled. Yea…for having your eardrums completely massacred…whose idea was it for this? Oh, right…this was the concert that we were supposed to go to together. Well, we sort of are…but go together as Shinichi and Ran. Not Conan and Ran. And when Ran heard that ‘Conan’ had never been to a concert before, she decided to take me instead of going by herself.
I guess I should explain…I’m a 17 year old super detective. My real name is Shinichi Kudo…or, it used to be. I was following some shady guys around one night at the carnival, and one of them snuck up behind me and whacked me on the head! Then, they fed me some kind of poison! Instead of killing me, the poison shrunk me! Now, I have to keep my identity hidden to protect everyone around me and find leads to the strange men in black that did this so it can be reversed, in the body of a 7 year old…as Conan Edogawa.
“Horay!” Ran cheered with the rest of the crowd in the building as the band, Bad Luck, came on stage. It was a fairly large place…the majority of the crowd was down below on the ground level, and there were some seats up above in the VIP boxes that were also occupied. The place was filled to the maximum with screaming fans.
Conan snapped back to the present as the lead singer, whose name was Shuichi if he remembered right, finished the introduction and was starting on the song now. There were two others on stage with him…the guitarist and the keyboardist, Hiro and Suguru.
“Obieta mezuki de
iradatsu omoi
uwaki na kaze ni hakisutete
hibi-wareta rojou ni
toketa SHIGUNARU wa
kizuato dake nokoshite-iku…!”
The crowd cheered and clapped, and even Ran did.
Conan shrugged and clapped as well. Ah, hell…if you can’t be them, join them. I’m supposed to be having fun, anyway…
Nobody noticed the shifting in material from somewhere in the audience.
Nobody saw the quick glint of the stage lights reflecting off of something metal as they swept over the crowd.
“Madoronda NOIZU ga asu o keshi-saru mae ni
yabou ni hibiku kutsuoto o oikakete…!”
Hiro and Suguru’s instruments were heard loudly for a few moments as Shuichi paused before the chorus like usual in his songs.
Everyone’s attention was focused on the singer as he grabbed the microphone and prepared for the chorus.
So nobody saw the silhouette of the weapon.
Nobody saw the finger pulling back on the trigger.
Shuichi opened his mouth for the chorus.
Ran and the others in the audience cheered, knowing what was going to come.
Or, at least, they thought they did.
BLAM!
The sound stopped the concert dead in its tracks as the two instrument operators stared in complete disbelief, and Shuichi’s eyes had widened with shock more then pain. The audience stared with the same kind of shock for a few moments.
Ran’s eyes widened, and even Conan was slightly startled.
Conan looked around. That sounded like a gun…!
A moment later, Shuichi coughed up blood and collapsed on the stage, blood soaking through his shirt near his left shoulder and chest.
Then, chaos broke lose.
The audience screamed, and many people started to make a mad dash for the exits.
Conan tried to push his way through the screaming people towards the stage, vaguely hearing Ran calling for him over the shouting and panicking of the crowd.
“Conan! CONAN!”
The guards were having a hard time keeping everyone inside.
“Let us out!” one person screamed.
“We can’t do that!” The guard shook his head.
“Damn, man…someone shot him! What if that someone tries to shoot one of us!”
The guard was still arguing with the people that he couldn’t let them out since it was a crime scene while some other guys were shouting from the stage about calling an ambulance and the police.
Conan had made it past the waves of people to the stage by then, after being pushed to the ground multiple times. What actually allowed him to get to the stage was a man with blond hair and amber eyes that was pushing his way through to the stage as well…and had pushed Conan down on his way.
Conan glared at the man, but got back up and followed in the man’s wake. Everyone either cleared out of the man’s way or were pushed aside.
“Conan?” Ran finally spotted the boy and ran after him, struggling through the crowd of still panicked people.
Ran’s father, Private Detective Kogoro Mori, was also on the scene with Inspector Megure, arguing with the blond man that had pushed everyone out of the way.
“No, you can’t go with them!” Megure shook his head, “I understand that the boy is important to you, but this is a crime scene! Anyone here could have…!”
“Are you saying that I’d shoot the person I love?” the man argued back harshly, glaring daggers at the inspector.
“You’ll be surprised how many times it’s a family member that’s the perpetrator, sir. Now, please stay here…” Megure shook his head.
One of the paramedics returned just then, “Megure, sir! The victim is still alive! The bullet missed the heart and hit more around his shoulder. Possible bone shattering and he lost some blood, but he should survive!”
Megure blew out a breath, “Should being the key word, here…”
The blond man interrupted again, “So, then, can I go with him?”
“NO.”
He wasn’t the only one who had been trying. The two band mates of Shuichi were persisting, as was the manager and the producer.
Ran looked at her father, “What do you think, dad?”
Kogoro frowned in thought, “According to what we’ve been told, the gun could have been fired from the lower level or the upper level. It would have to be someone in front, and with the stage lights and crowded area…someone was bound to see it. Yet, nobody says they saw anything. Not even someone acting suspicious.” He put his chin in his hand.
“Isn’t it strange,” Conan interrupted, “that if the person meant to kill him, they would miss?” He put on an innocent voice, “I mean, in school, we got to see the Junior High Archery competition, and when they moved the targets way back,” he moved his hands out to the sides to indicated it, “barely anyone was able to hit the red dot in the center!”
Kogoro blinked, “Hey, that’s right…kid’s got a point. Meaning…that the gun must have been fired from a location where the person was far away.”
Megure nodded, “They checked the bullet,” he looked at the notebook he held, “And estimate that the murder weapon was a pistol…a nine millimeter, to be precise. Pistols don’t have the long range that some guns have, and aren’t meant as sniper rifles.”
“So it’d be certainly possible that they could miss their target due to the distance…but they could have been in the back…” Kogoro frowned.
“It’s hard to see from the back,” Conan interjected again, “I could barely see and I was near the front!”
“That’s because you’re short,” Kogoro rolled his eyes.
Conan sighed. Stupid old man…I’m trying to HELP you out, here! Okay, let’s try this again… “But, even Ran-neechan had trouble seeing over the heads of other people. So wouldn’t someone have to stand on a chair in order to just get the gun over everyone else’s head?”
The two detectives looked at each other.
“That would mean…” Megure frowned.
“…that the shooter had to have been sitting in the VIP boxes!” Kogoro snapped his fingers.
Conan chuckled to himself. Finally caught on…
The blond man from before, along with four others, now stood on the stage.
“So, these are the ones who had passes for the VIP box,” Megure stated, “Though, one of them wasn’t using the box.”
“We all know each other!” one of the women there with long, light brown hair wearing a pink dress with a purse on her shoulder exclaimed, “I can’t believe any one of us would actually harm Shuichi…!”
“That’s up to us to decide,” Kogoro cut her off, “So, who do we have, here?”
Megure looked at his notebook again, “The man from earlier with blond hair in the suit is named Eiri Uesugi. Twenty-three years old, also goes by the name of Yuki Eiri as a pseudonym for his romance novels. Is the boyfriend of the victim, Shuichi Shindou. Says he gave his box seat ticket to his brother.
Next we have the woman who just spoke…her name is Ayaka Usami. Seventeen years old, and was in the box seats because of her connections with the guitarist, Hiroshi Nakama. Here’s another interesting little note…she used to be engaged to Eiri.
Next person is Tatsuha Uesugi, age sixteen. Is the brother of Eiri Uesugi, and also stated that he got the ticket from Eiri since Eiri apparently doesn’t like to watch in the box seats….”
Tatsuha stood at about average height, if maybe a bit tall, for his age and had black hair and blue eyes. He wore a white t-shirt tucked into a pair of blue jeans with a black jacket over it, opened in the front, and sneakers.
Conan watched him. He seems a little shaken up…but I have a feeling that he’s usually confident and cocky.
“Next?” Kogoro encouraged.
“Tohma Seguchi, age thirty-two. President of NG Studios, the ones who sponsors Bad Luck, and keyboardist of the rock group Nittle Grasper. It’s obvious what he was doing in the VIP box.”
Conan glanced at the man. He was on the short side with blond hair and wore expensive looking clothing…stylish black pants and shoes with a zipped up coat lined with fur at the top, and a matching cap to top it off. He seemed shocked, but attempted to smile since the woman next to him was trembling as he held her.
Conan looked over at the final person who had been sitting in the VIP box that was in Tohma’s arms. She was tall with long brown hair and wore a green dress that also appeared to be stylish and expensive.
“Last, we have Mika Seguchi, age thirty. Wife to Tohma and elder sister of Eiri and Tatsuha…it’s no surprise she was sitting in the VIP box.”
“So…one of you did it, huh? Why don’t you start explaining!” Kogoro was pointing fingers.
Conan sighed. He’s being an idiot, as usual. He frowned and started pacing around the room, looking. What bothers me is how someone smuggled a gun in here. I remember it very clearly…the security they had inside and out of this place. First, there were guards that inspected our bags and made us dispose of any cameras…Ran nearly had a fit about that, so they just said to take the batteries out. I also remember that the person in front of us lost their Swiss-knife when his pockets were checked. And coming into the arena with the stage, there were two metal detectors on either side of the door, on all exits.
Conan walked over to the entrance, ignoring the staring guards. He was used to the police giving him odd looks as he searched around by now. He blinked and noticed something on the floor, picking it up with his fingers. A wood chip?
He could hear the suspects being questioned as he searched around.
Eiri was up first, “I already told you…I wasn’t in the VIP box. I don’t like it there. I always watch from the back of the lower level.”
“Can anyone confirm your story?” Kogoro frowned at him, “That you really weren’t in the VIP box? And you’re a fairly tall man…maybe you could reach over the crowd…”
Eiri gritted his teeth, “I did not shoot my own boyfriend!”
“I saw him!” one of the people in the crowd stated, “He was standing next to me, just slightly behind me at the back wall! He couldn’t have done it…I would have seen him.”
Ayaka nodded, “Eiri never likes it in a crowd…he prefers the back. We watched one of Shuichi’s concerts from the back one time.”
“It’s true!” Tatsuha held up his ticket, “Aniki gave me his ticket! Just like during the Tokyo Music Fest! Cause for some reason, he hates it up there. Either that, or he just wanted to get closer to Shuichi…” He sent a shaky yet playful elbow to his brother.
Eiri glared at him, “Shuichi is hurt…this is no time for playing, Tatsuha!”
Tatsuha sobered up, “I know…”
“And your story?” Megure looked at said boy.
“Ah…like I said, aniki gave me the ticket, so I watched from the box. I don’t even know how to use a gun. Besides…Shuichi is just like a best friend! And I’ve helped him out before! And he’s just like Ryuichi…”
“I remember you…” Megure eyed Tatsuha, “You’ve been in trouble before for alleged child molesting…”
Tatsuha grinned nervously.
Conan shook his head. Those two have alibis…and Eiri was even seen. But who would keep their eyes on someone in the audience during a concert? And why are there pieces of wood near the metal detectors? He continued to circle the area, and frowned when he noticed more wood chips. They were slight, but were a different color from the floor, so he spotted them. More? They’re going in this direction…he started to follow the trail as Ayaka was questioned.
“I don’t hold a grudge against Shuichi…after seeing Hiro……I don’t mind that he’s with Eiri…”
“But what if you still do mind?” Kogoro pushed.
Ayaka glared at him, shaking her head, “I’m not angry anymore at him! Hiro is Shuichi’s best friend…I’d never do anything to hurt Shuichi! Okay, yes, I was angry at first. But once I started seeing Hiro…”
“Hiro?” Kogoro blinked.
“Hiroshi…the guitarist,” Ran rolled her eyes, “Geez, dad…you’re so out of the loop! You know…the guy standing in the back of the stage there with the rest of the members?”
“Oh…”
“And you?” Megure looked at Tohma.
“Bad Luck brings in a lot of publicity and money for the company,” Tohma shook his head with a sigh, “There’s no way I could kill him. That would mean we’d lose profits, and Eiri-san would be unhappy.”
“You two know each other?” Megure raised an eyebrow.
“We were childhood friends,” Eiri stated, “Nothing more.”
Tohma looked hurt for a moment and then sighed, “I helped Eiri-san through a difficult time. He doesn’t like to talk about it, or admit it. But there’s no possible way I could have, or would have, shot Shindou-kun. My wife was beside me the entire time.”
Mika nodded, wiping her eyes, “Yes…and I’ve grown attached to the little idiot. Shuichi, I mean. He does, after all, make Eiri happy…Eiri hasn’t been happy in years. Then he met Shuichi…”
“Did you see who pulled out the gun?” Megure asked.
Mika shook her head, “No…I was watching the concert with my husband.”
Conan frowned. One of them is lying. He then continued to follow the pieces of wood as the suspects were questioned some more. He looked around when the pieces ended. The exit?He looked left and right. Bathrooms? Why would someone have something wooden and pull it all the way here? Maybe it was a prop for the show earlier? No, that can’t be. If it was something for the concert, why weren’t the wood pieces there when Ran and I entered? But what does wood have to do with it? It doesn’t make sense. And why does it stop at the bathrooms…? He was looking around at the walls, so he didn’t see the round item on the ground until he slipped on it and fell.
“Ow!” Conan groaned, rubbing his head, then looked at what he had slipped on. Pulling out a cloth from his pocket, he picked it up. A lipstick case? Using the cloth, he twisted it. Red lipstick? Coincidence…? No…it’s right where the wood scraps end. It has to mean something. But what? Something’s still missing…
“Hey, kid! You can’t exit the building!” an officer stopped Conan from pushing the door labeled ‘exit’.
“But…but…” Conan stammered, thinking fast. “I’m…um…I’m allergic to something in here!” He let out a few fake coughs, “I just need a breath of fresh air…you can watch me! I won’t do anything! Promise!” He put on his best pouting face and puppy dog eyes. I can’t believe I’m doing this…
The guard softened, “Alright…but just for a moment!” He opened the door, allowing Conan outside, and held it open, but his attention was diverted from Conan from Kogoro’s loud voice inside.
“Thanks, mister!” Conan replied sweetly, disgusted with the act the entire time as he hurried outside, following a couple more wood scraps. They led to a nearby garbage bin. He peered inside and blinked. A suit? Who would throw out a suit and bowler? He made sure the officer wasn’t watching, and then pulled it out of the trash. He frowned at the suit as he held it in front of him, then put it on the ground. That’s strange…the jacket looks like it would fit a small person……yet the pants are long for a tall person. And the material is really expensive…nobody on a regular budget could afford it. Maybe there’s something else in the trash…? He peered back in, and his eyes widened. Those are…! That’s it! I know how the person got the gun past the security camera! And, I think I also know who fired the shot…!
As Conan came back inside, he blinked as he saw Ayaka shaking her head as Megure looked about ready to handcuff her.
“I told you…! I’ve never seen that gun in my life! I don’t know how it got in my bag! It’s not mine! I swear!” Ayaka was sobbing, backing up.
“You have the murder weapon…it must be you!” Kogoro shook his head, “You were in the VIP seats, and you had the gun in your bag!”
Conan shook his head. No, old man! It’s not her! He flipped open his watch and snuck around behind the stage curtains, then peered out and aimed it at Kogoro’s neck. One tranquilizer dart, and a mystery-solver, coming up! He pressed a button, and it fired.
“And…!” Kogoro was stating, when the dart hit him and he stumbled back woozily and sank to the ground against one of the guitar amplifiers.
“Mori…?” Megure blinked.
Behind the curtain, Conan adjusted the voice-changing bowtie he had been given to make it sound like Kogoro. Just like usual… He spoke into it, and Kogoro’s voice came out.
“…that’s what I’d like to say,” Conan said in Kogoro’s voice, “However, despite the fact that the gun was indeed in Miss Ayaka’s bag, she is not the shooter.”
“What!” Megure blinked.
The police looked baffled, as did some of the suspects and the crowd.
Ran blinked, “Then who did it, dad?”
Conan chuckled in Kogoro’s voice and continued, “First, I’ll explain how the gun got past security and the metal detectors. You see, the person had dressed themselves up pretty well…Conan told me he found a pair of sunglasses, a bowler hat, and a suit with extremely long pants in the garbage bins out back earlier during the start of the investigation. At first I paid no mind to it, but then it suddenly clicked. Especially when this was found.”
Conan slipped the clear, plastic bag that held the lipstick and some pieces of wood in it into Kogoro’s hand, and had him place it on the ground.
Megure blinked and picked it up. “A lipstick case and some wood? Come on, Mori. That has nothing to do with it…!”
“Wrong, inspector!” Conan smirked, and continued in Kogoro’s voice, “It has everything to do with it. Especially the wood shavings. They were probably made when the wood brushed up against the expensive material of the suit. The friction was so great that it peeled the wood right off, and it fell onto the floor. The wood trails to the back and the bathrooms, where the lipstick was found.”
“Mori, you still aren’t making sense…!”
(The trick was…!)
“Tell me, inspector,” continued Conan, still using Kogoro’s voice, “how a jacket meant to fit a small person came with a set of pants that are longer then the ones even Mister Eiri is wearing?”
Megure blinked, “Are you saying…?”
“Right!” came the continuation of the explanation, “In the garbage cans out back, under the suit, you’ll find a pair of stilts. Conan said he saw them earlier as well. The stilts are wooden, and splintered, meaning that some pieces had been rubbed off. Here’s what happened…try to follow:
The shooter put the stilts on and wore the pants over them to hide it. Placing the gun in the bowler cap in a specially made piece of fabric to hold it, he was able to clear the metal detectors since he was now at least seven feet tall, while the metal detectors were only six feet tall.
Once inside, he made his way to the bathrooms. Everyone goes to the bathroom before a concert, so who would even look over there? He handed the gun over to an accomplice, who had come in before him, and went to the bathroom to change as the accomplice hid the gun and headed towards the VIP seats. The shooter, meanwhile, finished changing out of the odd suit and snuck out the backdoor, depositing the stilts under the suit, and placing some other cloth over it so it would be less detectable. Not that anybody looks in the garbage, anyway.
The shooter then snuck back around to the main entrance, and went through the doors so nobody would suspect him, then made his way up to the VIP stands. When the lights went out, before the stage lights came on, his accomplice handed the gun back to him, and he kept it hidden until the right time presented itself. A time when Shuichi Shindou would be perfectly still on the stage, and he wouldn’t have to worry about aim as much from the distance he was shooting at. And that was right before the main chorus started. He pulled the gun out, and shot Shuichi, aiming for the heart. Due to the distance and the type of gun he was using, as well as maybe just bad luck for him and good luck for Shuichi, the bullet missed the heart, but the damage was done.
To avoid being caught, he slipped the gun into Miss Ayaka’s purse while everyone was standing up, staring at the stage in shock. But he made one big mistake…and that was forgetting that friction and certain materials could shave off pieced of wood, leaving a trail from the entrance to the backdoor, and then to the garbage cans! And, his accomplice made a mistake as well. As she was slipping the gun into her hiding spot, her purse, she accidentally dropped her lipstick. Ruby Red. The only one of the people standing before us wearing that color lipstick…is you!”
He raised Kogoro’s arm from behind and had him point…
(The culprit is…!)
“The only one of the people standing before us wearing that color lipstick…is you! Mika Seguchi!”
The others gasped and looked at the shocked woman.
“Mika…you…” Eiri’s eyes were wide.
Tatsuha was too stunned to speak.
“And she was the accomplice. The actual shooter is standing right beside her. That provides them both with perfect alibis that they could easily make up to match,” Conan made Kogoro point again, this time, to Tohma. “That person is you, Tohma Seguchi!”
Mika trembled, but Tohma smirked.
“You can’t prove that, detective,” Tohma said airily, “All you have are completely silly theories and…”
“But I can prove it. Tell me, Mister Tohma…what is your shirt size?”
Tohma froze, his lips moving but nothing coming out.
“I’ll bet that the jacket and shirt that were in the garbage matches your size exactly. The only thing different is the pants, which you had tailored to use the stilts.”
A couple officers came inside at that point after checking the garbage when ‘Kogoro’ first started speaking of it. “Sir, he’s right! We found these stilts attached to shoes, and the clothing! There were still some wood shavings on the ground!”
Megure looked at the size of the shirt, then had Tatsuha tell him what size Tohma wore (since Tohma wouldn’t say and Tatsuha was a big Nittle Grasper fan and knew all the small details of the band).
“They match,” Megure stated.
“And,” Conan continued in Kogoro’s voice, “I’m sure that if you check that gun for fingerprints, you’ll find both Tohma’s and Mika’s on them. Their plan had no time to wipe the gun clean of prints before they slipped it into Miss Ayaka’s bag.”
It was silent for a while, with everyone staring disbelievingly at Tohma and Mika.
Tohma started laughing, “Amazing, detective. You are as good as they say. I thought the plan was foolproof…and then I could have Eiri to myself…”
Mika sobbed, putting her hands over her face, “I couldn’t stand it anymore! That little brat, Shuichi, with Eiri all the time. Eiri spends more time with the kid then with his own family! I knew that Tohma always loved Eiri, and I knew that if he got away with it, he would divorce me to be with him! But I just couldn’t take that brat’s meddling in Eiri’s life anymore! He’s the reason why Tohma would want to be with him. And we planned it out……to kill Shuichi…for stealing Eiri away from us!” She broke down into sobs.
The room was stunned to silence during that time as the police started to handcuff the two.
Kogoro blinked as they walked home, rubbing his head. “Figured…ah…yea…” Why can’t I ever remember what they tell me I do?
“Ran-neechan!” Conan smiled, “I heard that Shuichi survived the shot, and he’s going to make a full recovery!”
“That’s great, Conan!” Ran hugged him, then smiled and drew apart.
“It’s going to be hard to convict Tohma Seguchi…he’s a big influence, you know.”
Ran and Conan half-glared at Kogoro.
“I know they’ll put him behind bars!” Ran crossed her arms, “Stop being so negative, dad!”
“Well…at least the case is solved,” Kogoro nodded, “The great Kogoro Mori does it again!”
Conan laughed.
“What are you laughing at, you brat!” Kogoro glared at Conan.
“Nuh-thing!” Conan replied with a smirk, crossing his arms behind his head. You wouldn’t even solve it halfway through if I wasn’t there, old man.
“How about some ice cream?” Ran smiled.
Kogoro and Conan nodded.
“Dad’s treat!” Ran winked, and took off down the street.
“What? Hey, Ran…how can you do that to your own father?” Kogoro groaned as he ran after her.
Conan laughed as he ran alongside of Ran, with her father chasing them the entire way to the ice cream shop.
THE END
Whew…planning all that out was a lot of fun, I must say. I had the idea earlier, and it wouldn’t leave me alone.
Honestly, I have no idea if a metal detector/security detector will still go off if the item is above it. I asked around, and nobody else knew, either. So, I’m just guessing there.
I tried to keep the characters, well, in character. My original plan was to have Shuichi die from the gun wound, but then that would rule out how they were able to pinpoint the angle of the shot since it hit his shoulder bone at just the right angle to make it come from the stands above. The second reason was that I’d have a bunch of angry Gravitation fans on me for killing him off…
…and third, killing off a main character (even though he isn’t in Detective Conan/Case Closed) isn’t my style.
Hope it was enjoyable…I tried to make the trick a trick, but not too complicated or far-fetched. Compared to some of the tricks used in the episodes, I don’t think it’s that far-fetched…at least, I hope not.
Thanks for reading!