The Impossible Acquittal, Part 5
Title: The Impossible Acquittal,Part 5
Author: Phantom_Kaito
Rating: K+ / PG-13
Disclaimer: Being female I am neither Butch Hartman or Aoyama Gosho. Guess what that means?
Notes: Sequel to The Impossible Murder.
Previous Chapeters: Prologue; Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter3,
"Pamela, Darling, how are you?"
"It's been so long Yukiko!" The two women hugged while Conan twitched.
A girl's missing, an innocent boy's being framed, and she's making SOCIAL CALLS?!
Ran knelt down and gave him a small hug.
"She does this on purpose," Conan whispered angrily.
"I know." Yukiko had driven straight to Amity Park, however, rather than going to a hotel or straight to the Fenton's, she had stopped off to visit an old 'friend', namely a rich woman who apparently lived with her husband in a different world. Conan had a strong suspicion that his mother more enjoyed playing with the Pamela Manson's head than her company.
"Is this your daughter, I could have sworn you had a son?" The redheaded woman inquired as she noticed the girl accompanying her friend.
"Oh Ran's a family friend." Yukiko waved off. "My son, Shinichi, is off in Japan being famous."
"Naturally." said Pamela, though both Ran and Conan could tell she was sort of woman who was highly impressed by being famous.
"But while he's off, I have my other son to keep me company." Yukiko lifted up her son, showing him off like a plushie.
"Isn't he adorable, he's my younger son, Conan."
"How absolutely precious." The american woman pinched both of Conan's cheeks. Hard.
The miniature detective caught Ran giggling out of the corner of his eye. Traitor.
"Of course a globe trotting life isn't the best environment to raise a child in, so my cousin Fumiyo has been raising him. It's important for a child to be raised in a stable environment, don't you agree?"
"Of course, thats what the experts say after all. Heavens knows I've tried to raise my daughter to the best standards, though the result is..."
"...is what Mom? Not a carbon copy of some after school special about fifties life?" A girl about Ran and Shinichi's age walked into the living room. She was dressed in black and purple and screamed 'angry goth'.
"Samantha Manson, we have guests. Put on something presentable."
"I'm not lowering myself to some fluffy fashion. Besides, I'm going out."
Pamela narrowed her eyes. "I certainly hope you're not going to see that Fenton boy. What will the neighbors think?"
Sam unleashed a patented goth glare at her mother. She opened her mouth, but Conan beat her to the punch.
"Hey Mommy, can big sister show me around town. Me and Ran-neechan haven't been to this town before. It look cool."
"Ran-neechan and I," Yukiko corrected, "And I think that would be a wonderful idea, as long as you don't mind Pam."
"Not at all. Sammykins needs some normal people to be around."
Sam looked like she wanted to argue, but recognized an escape for what is was. "Fine," she declared, turning on her heels and leaving the room, Ran and Conan rushing after her.
Once they were outside and far out of their mother's hearing, Ran shook her head. "I will never get used to that."
The girl snorted, "If you mean Mom and her friend, it's better you never do."
Conan knew, of course, that Ran had been refering to his 'Little kid' act. Instead he changed the subject. "Sorry for using you like that back there." he apologized to Sam, "But I had a feeling you didn't want to be there anymore than I did. I saw an exit and took it."
Sam gave the kid a rare smile. "Can't blame you for that." Kind of a weird kid, a lot smarter than he lets on, but kind of cool.
"And knowing my Mom, she'll be playing your Mom's head for hours, or at least until she's convinced that goth is a great lifestyle choice-"
Sam blinked. Okay, Maybe this Yukiko isn't as bad as I thought.
"-which is time we don't have. And I wasn't lying when I said we have no clue how to get anywhere in this town." Conan then gave Sam his trademark smirk "Of course we should probably pick up Tucker before we go to see Danny."
Sam stiffened, though her nervousness easily turned to defensiveness "What are you talking about?"
"Tucker Foley, technogenius and computer whiz extrodinaire, never without a PDA. He was only other person besides you with Danny when the accident happened." He probably would have said more, if Ran hadn't swatted him upside the head.
"What was that for?!" Conan then noticed the angry look on Ran face. Uh-oh
"Sam is not one of your suspects! She's one of Danny's closest friends and we're going to be needing her help with this. So stop with the psyche-out, honestly Shinichi, you're as bad as your mother."
"I am not." Conan whined before catching himself.
"Okay someone tell me what's going on here." Sam was not used to being left out of the loop.
Ran put her arm around her shoulder. "Don't worry about him, he's more used to dealing with murderers than normal people. We'll explain everything on the way to Tucker's."
S$
Valerie's whole body ached as she regained consciousness. "What hit me?"
"Believe me, you're happier not knowing."
Fullconsciousness returned in a flash as Valerie suddenly remembered what happened. However, instead of the big man who'd kidnapped her, there was a petite woman, half oriental it looked like, playing with a knife. She was being held within a green dome she recognized as a ghost shield.
"Who are you, why am I here?"
"Name's Midori, chickadee. And I have no clue why you're here. If it were up to me, you'd have been killed long before you ever woke up. But Absinthe insists on having you alive for some reason. And he's the boss."
Valerie glared at the woman, rage overcoming her. But the moment she hit the shield immense pain filled her causing her to fall back. Not willing to give in, she called up her suit. It was a wasted effort, as a second attempt wielded the same results.
Midori laughed. "And here I thought this would be boring. I had no idea you were a masochist." An unholy gleam lit up her eyes. "More show me more of your pain."
Valerie set the computer in her visor to scanning the shield to find out what made it different, able to stop her as well as ghosts, at the same time doing her best to block out the pain and the crazy woman
Author: Phantom_Kaito
Rating: K+ / PG-13
Disclaimer: Being female I am neither Butch Hartman or Aoyama Gosho. Guess what that means?
Notes: Sequel to The Impossible Murder.
Previous Chapeters: Prologue; Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter3,
"Pamela, Darling, how are you?"
"It's been so long Yukiko!" The two women hugged while Conan twitched.
A girl's missing, an innocent boy's being framed, and she's making SOCIAL CALLS?!
Ran knelt down and gave him a small hug.
"She does this on purpose," Conan whispered angrily.
"I know." Yukiko had driven straight to Amity Park, however, rather than going to a hotel or straight to the Fenton's, she had stopped off to visit an old 'friend', namely a rich woman who apparently lived with her husband in a different world. Conan had a strong suspicion that his mother more enjoyed playing with the Pamela Manson's head than her company.
"Is this your daughter, I could have sworn you had a son?" The redheaded woman inquired as she noticed the girl accompanying her friend.
"Oh Ran's a family friend." Yukiko waved off. "My son, Shinichi, is off in Japan being famous."
"Naturally." said Pamela, though both Ran and Conan could tell she was sort of woman who was highly impressed by being famous.
"But while he's off, I have my other son to keep me company." Yukiko lifted up her son, showing him off like a plushie.
"Isn't he adorable, he's my younger son, Conan."
"How absolutely precious." The american woman pinched both of Conan's cheeks. Hard.
The miniature detective caught Ran giggling out of the corner of his eye. Traitor.
"Of course a globe trotting life isn't the best environment to raise a child in, so my cousin Fumiyo has been raising him. It's important for a child to be raised in a stable environment, don't you agree?"
"Of course, thats what the experts say after all. Heavens knows I've tried to raise my daughter to the best standards, though the result is..."
"...is what Mom? Not a carbon copy of some after school special about fifties life?" A girl about Ran and Shinichi's age walked into the living room. She was dressed in black and purple and screamed 'angry goth'.
"Samantha Manson, we have guests. Put on something presentable."
"I'm not lowering myself to some fluffy fashion. Besides, I'm going out."
Pamela narrowed her eyes. "I certainly hope you're not going to see that Fenton boy. What will the neighbors think?"
Sam unleashed a patented goth glare at her mother. She opened her mouth, but Conan beat her to the punch.
"Hey Mommy, can big sister show me around town. Me and Ran-neechan haven't been to this town before. It look cool."
"Ran-neechan and I," Yukiko corrected, "And I think that would be a wonderful idea, as long as you don't mind Pam."
"Not at all. Sammykins needs some normal people to be around."
Sam looked like she wanted to argue, but recognized an escape for what is was. "Fine," she declared, turning on her heels and leaving the room, Ran and Conan rushing after her.
Once they were outside and far out of their mother's hearing, Ran shook her head. "I will never get used to that."
The girl snorted, "If you mean Mom and her friend, it's better you never do."
Conan knew, of course, that Ran had been refering to his 'Little kid' act. Instead he changed the subject. "Sorry for using you like that back there." he apologized to Sam, "But I had a feeling you didn't want to be there anymore than I did. I saw an exit and took it."
Sam gave the kid a rare smile. "Can't blame you for that." Kind of a weird kid, a lot smarter than he lets on, but kind of cool.
"And knowing my Mom, she'll be playing your Mom's head for hours, or at least until she's convinced that goth is a great lifestyle choice-"
Sam blinked. Okay, Maybe this Yukiko isn't as bad as I thought.
"-which is time we don't have. And I wasn't lying when I said we have no clue how to get anywhere in this town." Conan then gave Sam his trademark smirk "Of course we should probably pick up Tucker before we go to see Danny."
Sam stiffened, though her nervousness easily turned to defensiveness "What are you talking about?"
"Tucker Foley, technogenius and computer whiz extrodinaire, never without a PDA. He was only other person besides you with Danny when the accident happened." He probably would have said more, if Ran hadn't swatted him upside the head.
"What was that for?!" Conan then noticed the angry look on Ran face. Uh-oh
"Sam is not one of your suspects! She's one of Danny's closest friends and we're going to be needing her help with this. So stop with the psyche-out, honestly Shinichi, you're as bad as your mother."
"I am not." Conan whined before catching himself.
"Okay someone tell me what's going on here." Sam was not used to being left out of the loop.
Ran put her arm around her shoulder. "Don't worry about him, he's more used to dealing with murderers than normal people. We'll explain everything on the way to Tucker's."
S$
Valerie's whole body ached as she regained consciousness. "What hit me?"
"Believe me, you're happier not knowing."
Fullconsciousness returned in a flash as Valerie suddenly remembered what happened. However, instead of the big man who'd kidnapped her, there was a petite woman, half oriental it looked like, playing with a knife. She was being held within a green dome she recognized as a ghost shield.
"Who are you, why am I here?"
"Name's Midori, chickadee. And I have no clue why you're here. If it were up to me, you'd have been killed long before you ever woke up. But Absinthe insists on having you alive for some reason. And he's the boss."
Valerie glared at the woman, rage overcoming her. But the moment she hit the shield immense pain filled her causing her to fall back. Not willing to give in, she called up her suit. It was a wasted effort, as a second attempt wielded the same results.
Midori laughed. "And here I thought this would be boring. I had no idea you were a masochist." An unholy gleam lit up her eyes. "More show me more of your pain."
Valerie set the computer in her visor to scanning the shield to find out what made it different, able to stop her as well as ghosts, at the same time doing her best to block out the pain and the crazy woman