The Impossible Murder Part 12
Title:The Impossible Murder, part 12
Author:Phantom_Kaito
Rating:PG-13/K+
Disclaimer:See part 1 for disclaimer
Notes: crossposted to dannyphantom
>>Text<< = esperato
Pairings: DxV, SxR, TxS
Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 Part 11
Okay, Yutaya has defined new realm of coolness and done not only fanart but fanfic which I offically declare as Phantom Detective cannnon! Clickees
...THIS CHAPTER HATED ME!
The Kudo House was once again the base of operations for Team Phantom, which now included Ran, Wulf, and Cujo. Sato was drinking some very strong tea while Jazz did her best to explain what was going on.
Danny, Takagi, and Shiratori had yet to wake up.
“The human body wasn’t meant to hold two souls at once,” Jazz had explained, “so it causes a lot of stress. In all likelihood Shiratori was possessed for a long time, so he’s pretty drained. Takagi was only possessed for a few minutes, but whatever he and Danny did when they worked together drained them both.”
Even Jazz, who (much to her displeasure) was the current expert on ghosts, had no idea what had happened. Usually when someone’s possessed, there’s a brief struggle for control. If the human wins, the ghost is ejected and that’s that. If the ghost wins, the humans mind becomes submissive, usually completely dormant, until the ghost leaves or is weakened enough to be over thrown.
For the ghost and the human to work together was literally unheard of.
So they just had to wait, and hope the three people in various guestrooms would pull through.
~
Wataru Takagi dreamed. In his dream he was flying above a small city. As he passed some people cheered and others glared. Many hated him for being different, yet some only felt safe because they knew he was protecting them.
And he had to protect them; he was the only one who could.
And there was so much to protect them from; Spectre, Skulker, Freakshow.
Plasmius, Pariah Dark, Him.
Takagi wasn’t quite sure whom the last referred to; the memory was very deep and hurt a lot.
So many things hurt. He had been bullied by someone he could beat up, hated by someone he loved, but still kept going, despite the pain. It was the only thing he could do.
~
Daniel Fenton dreamed. In he dream he was a police officer. He had been assigned to Beika, a quiet district with an alarming homicide rate. Maybe there was something in the water?
But trouble goes where there are people who can help. First Shinichi Kudo, then Mouri, then the kids. The homicide remained high, but the unsolved crimes rate was one of the lowest in japan.
But he began to notice inconsistencies. Why had no one ever filed a missing persons report on Kudo? How come Mouri was only a competent detective while he was asleep. How the hell did four children become better as solving cases then most of the police force?
~
The dreams merged into one, each seeing from the others perspective. Takagi dreamed of working with Conan/Shinichi, while Danny dreamed of working the case from the police perspective, trying to make sense of the impossible come true.
Danny dreamed of picking Conan up from the hospital, of going to look for himself.
Takagi dreamed of flying around to clear his head, when he spotted the standoff with Plasmius.
Both of them woke up at the same time.
~
What the hell was that? Takagi wondered. How much of what had just happened had happened? Did he really get possessed, or was that part of the dream?
What a dream. It was like a crazy American cartoon.
Now where the heck was he?
He exited the guestroom and found himself in a hallway, at the other end of the hallway was none other than Danny Fenton.
If the kid had acted normal or surprised, he might have written all of it off as part of the dream, but when the American kid looked panicked and refused to meet his eye he knew. “That was all real, wasn’t it? The ghosts, getting possessed, the dream, that was you?”
Danny nodded grimly. Even if the cop hadn’t believed the dream outright, he had more than enough knowledge to raise suspicions. And unlike Conan, Takagi wasn’t a person used to keeping secrets (unless one counted a crush that everyone knew about).
“Damn.”
“You don’t know the half of it.”
Much to the halfa’s surprise, Takagi reached out and ruffled his hair. “I know more than you think, ghostboy.”
Danny had been referred to by that name in varying tone of disgust, hatred, and fear. Never before had he heard it said with so much affection.
~
>>Friend is okay!<< Wulf exclaimed, hugging Danny. Cujo jumped around his feet, barking happily.
“Can’t…breathe…”
Takagi. laughed a little at Danny expense before finding himself in a bone crushing squeeze of his own. “Sato-san?”
“I thought I’d lost another partner,” she whispered. “I didn’t want it to happen again!”
“I’m not going anywhere for a long time.”
Conan felt a brief twinge of something, not quite jealousy, as he watched the display. Ran noticed and squeezed his hand. “Love you Shinichi.”
Conan experienced mental breakdown.
“You didn’t drop an affection potion or something Doc?” asked Jazz.
Agasa shook his head. “Trying times bring out the best in the best of people.” He said with a little grin.
“And the worst out of the worst of people,” Jazz added.
“Speaking of the worst of people,” Danny cut in, “We have a problem.”
Conan broke out of his Ran-induced revelry. “Agreed.” He waited till everyone else was seated before continuing. “I assume everyone is caught up.” He looked at Takagi who nodded. “Vlad, it seems, isn’t as concerned about appearances as we thought. He outright jeopardized his secret when he possessed Shiratori, although in all likelihood he had planned to kill him afterwards. We have to figure out someway to neutralize his powers before he can stand trial.” He turned to Danny. “Is there anyway to separate his ghost self from his human self?”
“NO!” exclaimed Danny, Jazz, and Takagi (who received several odd looks).
“Seriously bad mojo,” said Danny, “Trust me.”
Conan pinched the bridge of his nose. “Any way to simply short out his powers?”
Danny nodded. “There’s a device called the Plasmius Maximus, which would leave he completely normal for a fixed period of time.”
“The only problem is Plasmius is the one who has it.” Takagi added.
“Any chances of retrieving it?” I did not just suggest stealing. I did not just suggest stealing. I did not just suggest stealing.
Jazz shook her head. “His security is pretty tight as far as human security, but against ghost? He’s better guarded than Fort Knox!”
Great, that means if we want to get the device, we’ll probably need that damn thief’s help. And personally I don’t want anyone else getting involved. I think Danny’ll agree, our secrets have spread far enough.
“We’ll keep that as a maybe. Any other suggestions?”
>>You want to put him in jail. Need it be a human jail?<<
He blinked. >>Interesting suggestion,<< switching to English, “Hey Danny, are there such things as ghost jails?”
Danny rolled his eyes. “Only one, Walker runs it. That’s where you were being held.
“It won’t hold a ghost-person then?” questioned Ran.
Danny smiled. “I prefer the term ‘halfa’. And actually it probably will. Breaking in is always easier than getting out. And Walker knows enough of my weaknesses to make a halfa proof cell.
“But will Walker take Plasmius as a prisoner? That’s the question.”
Danny nodded. “He’d give Plasmius a few millennia just for the Pariah Dark thing. Add in peddling in real world contrabands, theft, and blatant take over the world attempts, and I’d say Plasmius is higher on his list than me!”
~~~
And yes, Conan can speak esperanto. his father taught him in hawaii.
Okay guys, the Impossible Murder is drawing to a close. It's time for a vote, How will Plasmius meet his end?
a) Apotoxin
b)Conan somehow gets Kaito to steal the Plasmius Maximus
c)They decide he's got a better chance of serving out his term in Walker's Prison
Phantom Detective: Scarier than Ghosts
Conan was surprised when Takagi grabbed him by the back of his jacket and hoisted him up. “Do you mind?”
“We need to hide, Kudo, NOW!”
Conan wasn’t sure what surprised him more. That the normally timid officer had plucked him up, said his real name, or actually raised his voice. “Anyplace in mind?”
Takagi shook his head. “Anywhere that no one would think to look for us.”
~
There was a condemed apartment building towards the south side of the district. It wasn’t just boarded up, it was bricked up. No way anyone was getting in there unless they could walk through walls.
“So,” asked the phantom detective, “what’s wrong?”
The cop sighed. “It’s Sato. Remember what happened when Danny possessed me?”
Conan nodded, it had been quite a show.
“Ever since then she apparently got it into her head that I’m…I’m some sort of magical boy or something.”
Conan blinked, “O-kaaay.” Not what he had expected from the normaly rational Sato.
“She keeps trying to get me to dress the part silly masks, capes, roses. I’m at my wits end.”
“What makes you think I can help?”
Takagi gulped. “I didn’t come to you to ask for help, I came to warn you. See Sato’s been talkig to Ran…”
Idely, Conan wondered how long he and Takagi could hide out in the building.
Author:Phantom_Kaito
Rating:PG-13/K+
Disclaimer:See part 1 for disclaimer
Notes: crossposted to dannyphantom
>>Text<< = esperato
Pairings: DxV, SxR, TxS
Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 Part 11
Okay, Yutaya has defined new realm of coolness and done not only fanart but fanfic which I offically declare as Phantom Detective cannnon! Clickees
...THIS CHAPTER HATED ME!
The Kudo House was once again the base of operations for Team Phantom, which now included Ran, Wulf, and Cujo. Sato was drinking some very strong tea while Jazz did her best to explain what was going on.
Danny, Takagi, and Shiratori had yet to wake up.
“The human body wasn’t meant to hold two souls at once,” Jazz had explained, “so it causes a lot of stress. In all likelihood Shiratori was possessed for a long time, so he’s pretty drained. Takagi was only possessed for a few minutes, but whatever he and Danny did when they worked together drained them both.”
Even Jazz, who (much to her displeasure) was the current expert on ghosts, had no idea what had happened. Usually when someone’s possessed, there’s a brief struggle for control. If the human wins, the ghost is ejected and that’s that. If the ghost wins, the humans mind becomes submissive, usually completely dormant, until the ghost leaves or is weakened enough to be over thrown.
For the ghost and the human to work together was literally unheard of.
So they just had to wait, and hope the three people in various guestrooms would pull through.
~
Wataru Takagi dreamed. In his dream he was flying above a small city. As he passed some people cheered and others glared. Many hated him for being different, yet some only felt safe because they knew he was protecting them.
And he had to protect them; he was the only one who could.
And there was so much to protect them from; Spectre, Skulker, Freakshow.
Plasmius, Pariah Dark, Him.
Takagi wasn’t quite sure whom the last referred to; the memory was very deep and hurt a lot.
So many things hurt. He had been bullied by someone he could beat up, hated by someone he loved, but still kept going, despite the pain. It was the only thing he could do.
~
Daniel Fenton dreamed. In he dream he was a police officer. He had been assigned to Beika, a quiet district with an alarming homicide rate. Maybe there was something in the water?
But trouble goes where there are people who can help. First Shinichi Kudo, then Mouri, then the kids. The homicide remained high, but the unsolved crimes rate was one of the lowest in japan.
But he began to notice inconsistencies. Why had no one ever filed a missing persons report on Kudo? How come Mouri was only a competent detective while he was asleep. How the hell did four children become better as solving cases then most of the police force?
~
The dreams merged into one, each seeing from the others perspective. Takagi dreamed of working with Conan/Shinichi, while Danny dreamed of working the case from the police perspective, trying to make sense of the impossible come true.
Danny dreamed of picking Conan up from the hospital, of going to look for himself.
Takagi dreamed of flying around to clear his head, when he spotted the standoff with Plasmius.
Both of them woke up at the same time.
~
What the hell was that? Takagi wondered. How much of what had just happened had happened? Did he really get possessed, or was that part of the dream?
What a dream. It was like a crazy American cartoon.
Now where the heck was he?
He exited the guestroom and found himself in a hallway, at the other end of the hallway was none other than Danny Fenton.
If the kid had acted normal or surprised, he might have written all of it off as part of the dream, but when the American kid looked panicked and refused to meet his eye he knew. “That was all real, wasn’t it? The ghosts, getting possessed, the dream, that was you?”
Danny nodded grimly. Even if the cop hadn’t believed the dream outright, he had more than enough knowledge to raise suspicions. And unlike Conan, Takagi wasn’t a person used to keeping secrets (unless one counted a crush that everyone knew about).
“Damn.”
“You don’t know the half of it.”
Much to the halfa’s surprise, Takagi reached out and ruffled his hair. “I know more than you think, ghostboy.”
Danny had been referred to by that name in varying tone of disgust, hatred, and fear. Never before had he heard it said with so much affection.
~
>>Friend is okay!<< Wulf exclaimed, hugging Danny. Cujo jumped around his feet, barking happily.
“Can’t…breathe…”
Takagi. laughed a little at Danny expense before finding himself in a bone crushing squeeze of his own. “Sato-san?”
“I thought I’d lost another partner,” she whispered. “I didn’t want it to happen again!”
“I’m not going anywhere for a long time.”
Conan felt a brief twinge of something, not quite jealousy, as he watched the display. Ran noticed and squeezed his hand. “Love you Shinichi.”
Conan experienced mental breakdown.
“You didn’t drop an affection potion or something Doc?” asked Jazz.
Agasa shook his head. “Trying times bring out the best in the best of people.” He said with a little grin.
“And the worst out of the worst of people,” Jazz added.
“Speaking of the worst of people,” Danny cut in, “We have a problem.”
Conan broke out of his Ran-induced revelry. “Agreed.” He waited till everyone else was seated before continuing. “I assume everyone is caught up.” He looked at Takagi who nodded. “Vlad, it seems, isn’t as concerned about appearances as we thought. He outright jeopardized his secret when he possessed Shiratori, although in all likelihood he had planned to kill him afterwards. We have to figure out someway to neutralize his powers before he can stand trial.” He turned to Danny. “Is there anyway to separate his ghost self from his human self?”
“NO!” exclaimed Danny, Jazz, and Takagi (who received several odd looks).
“Seriously bad mojo,” said Danny, “Trust me.”
Conan pinched the bridge of his nose. “Any way to simply short out his powers?”
Danny nodded. “There’s a device called the Plasmius Maximus, which would leave he completely normal for a fixed period of time.”
“The only problem is Plasmius is the one who has it.” Takagi added.
“Any chances of retrieving it?” I did not just suggest stealing. I did not just suggest stealing. I did not just suggest stealing.
Jazz shook her head. “His security is pretty tight as far as human security, but against ghost? He’s better guarded than Fort Knox!”
Great, that means if we want to get the device, we’ll probably need that damn thief’s help. And personally I don’t want anyone else getting involved. I think Danny’ll agree, our secrets have spread far enough.
“We’ll keep that as a maybe. Any other suggestions?”
>>You want to put him in jail. Need it be a human jail?<<
He blinked. >>Interesting suggestion,<< switching to English, “Hey Danny, are there such things as ghost jails?”
Danny rolled his eyes. “Only one, Walker runs it. That’s where you were being held.
“It won’t hold a ghost-person then?” questioned Ran.
Danny smiled. “I prefer the term ‘halfa’. And actually it probably will. Breaking in is always easier than getting out. And Walker knows enough of my weaknesses to make a halfa proof cell.
“But will Walker take Plasmius as a prisoner? That’s the question.”
Danny nodded. “He’d give Plasmius a few millennia just for the Pariah Dark thing. Add in peddling in real world contrabands, theft, and blatant take over the world attempts, and I’d say Plasmius is higher on his list than me!”
~~~
And yes, Conan can speak esperanto. his father taught him in hawaii.
Okay guys, the Impossible Murder is drawing to a close. It's time for a vote, How will Plasmius meet his end?
a) Apotoxin
b)Conan somehow gets Kaito to steal the Plasmius Maximus
c)They decide he's got a better chance of serving out his term in Walker's Prison
Phantom Detective: Scarier than Ghosts
Conan was surprised when Takagi grabbed him by the back of his jacket and hoisted him up. “Do you mind?”
“We need to hide, Kudo, NOW!”
Conan wasn’t sure what surprised him more. That the normally timid officer had plucked him up, said his real name, or actually raised his voice. “Anyplace in mind?”
Takagi shook his head. “Anywhere that no one would think to look for us.”
~
There was a condemed apartment building towards the south side of the district. It wasn’t just boarded up, it was bricked up. No way anyone was getting in there unless they could walk through walls.
“So,” asked the phantom detective, “what’s wrong?”
The cop sighed. “It’s Sato. Remember what happened when Danny possessed me?”
Conan nodded, it had been quite a show.
“Ever since then she apparently got it into her head that I’m…I’m some sort of magical boy or something.”
Conan blinked, “O-kaaay.” Not what he had expected from the normaly rational Sato.
“She keeps trying to get me to dress the part silly masks, capes, roses. I’m at my wits end.”
“What makes you think I can help?”
Takagi gulped. “I didn’t come to you to ask for help, I came to warn you. See Sato’s been talkig to Ran…”
Idely, Conan wondered how long he and Takagi could hide out in the building.