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09 April 2007 @ 10:08 pm
The List #36, OR How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Open an Envelope  
Title: The List, #36 OR How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Open an Envelope
Fandom: Detective Conan
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor
Publish Date: 3/4/2006
Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan. But I do have homemade hand-puppets for each character...that's normal, right?



Nakamori-keibu stared blankly at the well-dressed woman in front of him, then looked down at the thick manila envelope in his hands. Yup, his name was still scrawled on the front. “What’s this about again?” he asked, bewildered.

The woman—who had introduced herself as a lawyer—showed no emotion whatsoever. She simply replied, “I’m delivering this on behalf of my client. Please consider yourself served and read the enclosed documents carefully. You are required to appear at the time and place specified.” With that, she nodded. “Good day.”

And she was gone, leaving one very startled Inspector still standing in his front door.

He looked down at the envelope again, mind racing as to why in the world a lawyer would be serving him with legal documents. He was certain he hadn’t done anything wrong—perhaps something had happened during a KID heist that he hadn’t been aware of?

It certainly was a thick envelope…

With careful fingers, he unsealed the envelope, opened the flap, and peered inside…and got a spray of confetti and tinsel right in the face while a high-pitched whistling noise sang loudly into his ears.

Instinctively, he jumped back and stared at the open mouth of the manila envelope. Now extremely curious, he reached down into it and felt around. As it turned out, there was only one piece of paper in the whole envelope—a small, rectangular piece of white paper with neatly-printed kanji on it. His eyes skimmed quickly over the message, down to the irritatingly-familiar caricature penned on the bottom.

Smirking at him.

Evilly.

“KID!!!” Nakamori roared loudly enough to rattle windowpanes up and down the block. This was followed by a long trail of curses (many of questionable anatomical proportions) that could have taken the paint off a wall at a hundred paces.

In a phone booth across the street, someone who was definitely not a lawyer—and decidedly not female—snickered and finished tucking the remains of his disguise into his bag before slipping out and heading right back to the front door of the Nakamori household, where Aoko was waiting for him, so they could work on a project for school.

Sometimes, it was fun being nasty.


The List is in reference to a fic on manycases1truth, where we were trying to come up with as many different ways as possible for Kaitou Kid to deliver a heist note to Nakamori-keibu. I think we got a few hundred, and several spin-off fics. This is one such fic.