The Impossible Murder, part
Title:The Impossible Murder, part 6
Author:Phantom_Kaito
Rating:PG-13/K+
Disclaimer:See part 1 for disclaimer
Characters/Pairings: might be a slight mention of d/v in later chapter
Notes: crossposted to dannyphantom
Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
THE IMPOSSIBLE MURDER HAD BEEN FANARTED AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Check it out Hehehheh, Oops?
Where's Danny? Jazz wrung her hands nervously, pacing back and forth. The last she had heard from him, he’d been having ghost trouble. But that was hours ago, he should have at least called in by now. Or something should have been on the news, heaven knows her brother’s battles were hardly discreet.
Unless something bad happened and Vlad’s using his influence to cover it up.
Jazz nearly jumped when she felt something cold brush against her ear.
“It’s me” she heard her brother whisper. “I ran into some trouble. Can you get out of here?”
Nearly imperceptibly, Jazz nodded. “Just let me find Kisaki-san.” She whispered.
~
Inspector Meguire shivered. He had seen all manners of lowlife and scum. He’d seen monsters that were human in appearance only. But nothing, NOTHING, scared him like Eri Kisaki’s glare.
Fortunately he was spared the lawyer's further wrath by the approaching redhead. “Kisaki-san, my brother finally called in”.
The icy lawyer melted instantly. Eri had taken an immediate liking to the young American girl. She had a sharp mind, indomitable spirit, and a protective streak that reminded Eri strongly of Ran. “Is he alright?”
“He’s fine, I was just going to pick him up.”
Eri frowned. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea. Whomever sent those attackers may try again.”
Meguire sighed “Ms. Kisaki, we have absolutely no proof that the attack was related to the Fenton case, or that Miss Fenton was a target.”
Scary Lawyer glaring resumed.
One of the nearby officers laughed. “No problem, I’ll drive her.”
Jazz was about to protest when she noticed the officer’s oddly luminescent green eyes.
~
“I can’t believe you possessed a police officer!” exclaimed Jazz, “Do you have any idea how much trouble you could get in?”
“1. I prefer the term ‘overshadow’” Said Danny, currently inhabiting the body of Detective Wataru Takagi. “2. He’s not going to remember a thing. And 3.Why aren’t I driving? It’s technically my police car at the moment.”
“Because you don’t know have a license.” Jazz reminded him.
“I do too,” Danny protested, pulling out Takagi’s drivers license. Jazz merely rolled her eyes as she pulled the squad car into a parking space at the Marapul Hotel, where the Fenton family had been staying. “See you in a few sis.” The police officer’s body suddenly went limp. Then Detective Takagi’s eyes began to flicker.
“Where am I?”
“Your car. You were driving me back to the hotel, but started to get tired, so I took over.” Jazz explained to the confused cop.
“Oh…” that was odd, the last thing Takagi remembered was being in the hospital, waiting for a chance to question Ms. Kisaki’s attackers. “I’d better get back to the hospital, take care Miss.”
Jazz sighed as the detective drove away. “I hate having to lie like that.”
“I know,” said Danny, materializing beside her. “All part of the glamorous life of Superherodom.”
“I know.” sigh “What was trouble you mentioned earlier?”
Danny laughed, “Trouble which for once might actually turn out beneficial.” He grabbed his sister around her midsection. Jazz felt the strange tingling that went with becoming invisible. “We’re going to see some friends.”
~
Jazz had once loved roller coasters. That was before her little brother had introduced her to flying. It was total freedom, no track, no ground, no gravity. And the loops and spins Danny performed mid-air put even the worst (or best, depending on your viewpoint) roller coasters to shame.
It always amazed her how strong he really was. True he had only passed his presidential fitness test by a hair, but when he was like this there didn’t seem to be a limit of what he was able to do.
Personally she thought it was psychological. Compartmentalizing different aspects of himself, keeping Fenton and Phantom separate.
Oh well, whatever keeps him from being a lab specimen. Besides, she had learned long ago that Danny was not interested in being one of her case studies.
“We’re almost there,” Danny pointed out a large house. His sister seemed to snap out of her flight-induced revelry.
“Who are we meeting anyway?” Jazz enquired.
Danny only smirked, “You’re going to love this.” He swooped down to the first story of the house …
And crashed into the wall.
“Oww...” he complained, rubbing his head, de-ghostifying.
“Are you alright?” asked Jazz.
“Fine. That was weird, I phased out of there just fine.” Shaking his head a few more times, Danny reached out his hand and tentatively pressed against the wall. For some reason no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn’t go through. So a more conventional method of entrance was decided on- the front door.
Danny rang the doorbell and Jazz was surprised to hear footsteps resembling a small child’s.
And a small child was just who opened the door. He was adorable, with messy brown hair and large blue eyes peering up at her from too large glasses.
He seems to be about seven or eight. That’s how old Danny said the detective's son was.
“You must be Conan.” said Jazz in a sugary voice, musing up the little boy’s hair.
Danny tried to hold it in, really he did, but he couldn’t help it. He laughed, long and hard.
Jazz looked at her little brother in a rather annoyed fashion. “And what’s so funny?”
“Jazz,” said Danny in between laughs, “He’s older than I am…”
“What?” Jazz looked again at the child whose hair she was messing up, this time noticing the un-amused look he was giving her. She quickly yanked her hand back.
Conan, turned his attention towards Danny, “I wasn’t expecting you to come by the front door.”
Danny shrugged, over his laughing fit. “Wasn’t planning on it.” He closed the door. “Hey what’s that?”
“What’s what?” asked Conan not looking.
“That piece of paper. Some kind of weird Japanese door thing?” Danny tentatively poked the paper with his finger.
“EYYYYYAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” He screamed as his hair stood on end. He yanked his hand away, the paper unfortunately coming with it. “GETITOFFGETITOFFITBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRNS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” shrieked Danny, running in circles trying to shake the paper off.
Jazz firmly grabbed his arm and yanked the offending paper off. Danny collapsed. “Owwww.”
Conan examined the paper. “This is an ofuda. And it wasn’t there before…DR.AGASA!!”
A rather portly old man ran in. “What is it Shinichi?” Then he noticed Danny “Good heavens my boy are you alright?”
Conan fixed Dr. Agasa with one of his glares, not that the good doctor noticed since his back was to him. “Dr. Agasa, why was there a spirit ward on front door?”
“Well there have been so many strange goings-on lately, I didn’t think it could hurt.”
Think Again thought Danny and Jazz simultaneously.
Conan just shook his head, “And you, a man of science.”
“That’s right,” said Danny, fixing Conan with a glare of his own, “Because we both know ghosts don’t exist.”
Conan glared back, then replaced the ofuda on the door.
OMAKE - Further Adventures of the Phantom Detective
"Kazuha's pretty mad at you." Conan commented casually to Heiji.
"And you would know this how?" his osakan counterpart inquired.
"Overheard her talking to Ran. Something about a dance?"
"Yeah there's some big dance tonight. She told me she wanted to go with someone special. I told her good luck finding someone."
Conan stared in disbelief. "And you didn't think she might have meant you?"
Heiji blushed, "Me? I mean, were just friends and...Kudo, why are you grinning like that? And since when did your eyes glow green?!"
~
DING-DONG Kazuha wiped her eyes. Aho. Not like I really wanted to go to that dance she thought, opening the door.
There was Heiji, dressed in a tuxedo, his hair combed and a bouquet of roses in his hand. There seemed to be something oddly greenish about his eyes, but Kazuha ignored it. "Heiji...what?"
"Just picking you up for the dance, Mi'lady." said Heiji bowing smoothly.
Kazuha blinked. His accent was a little off for some reason, but who the hell cared? He looked so...charming. "I...I'll be right back, I just need to get dressed," she explained, running for her room.
Conan separated himself from Heiji. The great detective of the west shook his head. "What the hell Kudo? You just...just...set me up on a date with Kazuha!!!"
Conan only smirked. "You're welcome."
"As soon as Kazuha gets back here I'll tell her --"
"Tell me what?"
Heiji turned around, about to explain how Kudo had taken control of his body, when he caught sight of his best friend. She wore her hair down for once, and it framed her face beautifully. She was wearing a sleeveless yellow dress that showed off her figure without looking the least bit inappropriate.
"B...B..Beautiful." Heiji stammered.
Kazuha blushed, "Come on, I don't want to be late!" She grabbed Heiji and dragged him off.
Conan just grinned. This may not have been the reason he was given these powers, but it sure was fun.
Author:Phantom_Kaito
Rating:PG-13/K+
Disclaimer:See part 1 for disclaimer
Characters/Pairings: might be a slight mention of d/v in later chapter
Notes: crossposted to dannyphantom
Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
THE IMPOSSIBLE MURDER HAD BEEN FANARTED AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Check it out Hehehheh, Oops?
Where's Danny? Jazz wrung her hands nervously, pacing back and forth. The last she had heard from him, he’d been having ghost trouble. But that was hours ago, he should have at least called in by now. Or something should have been on the news, heaven knows her brother’s battles were hardly discreet.
Unless something bad happened and Vlad’s using his influence to cover it up.
Jazz nearly jumped when she felt something cold brush against her ear.
“It’s me” she heard her brother whisper. “I ran into some trouble. Can you get out of here?”
Nearly imperceptibly, Jazz nodded. “Just let me find Kisaki-san.” She whispered.
~
Inspector Meguire shivered. He had seen all manners of lowlife and scum. He’d seen monsters that were human in appearance only. But nothing, NOTHING, scared him like Eri Kisaki’s glare.
Fortunately he was spared the lawyer's further wrath by the approaching redhead. “Kisaki-san, my brother finally called in”.
The icy lawyer melted instantly. Eri had taken an immediate liking to the young American girl. She had a sharp mind, indomitable spirit, and a protective streak that reminded Eri strongly of Ran. “Is he alright?”
“He’s fine, I was just going to pick him up.”
Eri frowned. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea. Whomever sent those attackers may try again.”
Meguire sighed “Ms. Kisaki, we have absolutely no proof that the attack was related to the Fenton case, or that Miss Fenton was a target.”
Scary Lawyer glaring resumed.
One of the nearby officers laughed. “No problem, I’ll drive her.”
Jazz was about to protest when she noticed the officer’s oddly luminescent green eyes.
~
“I can’t believe you possessed a police officer!” exclaimed Jazz, “Do you have any idea how much trouble you could get in?”
“1. I prefer the term ‘overshadow’” Said Danny, currently inhabiting the body of Detective Wataru Takagi. “2. He’s not going to remember a thing. And 3.Why aren’t I driving? It’s technically my police car at the moment.”
“Because you don’t know have a license.” Jazz reminded him.
“I do too,” Danny protested, pulling out Takagi’s drivers license. Jazz merely rolled her eyes as she pulled the squad car into a parking space at the Marapul Hotel, where the Fenton family had been staying. “See you in a few sis.” The police officer’s body suddenly went limp. Then Detective Takagi’s eyes began to flicker.
“Where am I?”
“Your car. You were driving me back to the hotel, but started to get tired, so I took over.” Jazz explained to the confused cop.
“Oh…” that was odd, the last thing Takagi remembered was being in the hospital, waiting for a chance to question Ms. Kisaki’s attackers. “I’d better get back to the hospital, take care Miss.”
Jazz sighed as the detective drove away. “I hate having to lie like that.”
“I know,” said Danny, materializing beside her. “All part of the glamorous life of Superherodom.”
“I know.” sigh “What was trouble you mentioned earlier?”
Danny laughed, “Trouble which for once might actually turn out beneficial.” He grabbed his sister around her midsection. Jazz felt the strange tingling that went with becoming invisible. “We’re going to see some friends.”
~
Jazz had once loved roller coasters. That was before her little brother had introduced her to flying. It was total freedom, no track, no ground, no gravity. And the loops and spins Danny performed mid-air put even the worst (or best, depending on your viewpoint) roller coasters to shame.
It always amazed her how strong he really was. True he had only passed his presidential fitness test by a hair, but when he was like this there didn’t seem to be a limit of what he was able to do.
Personally she thought it was psychological. Compartmentalizing different aspects of himself, keeping Fenton and Phantom separate.
Oh well, whatever keeps him from being a lab specimen. Besides, she had learned long ago that Danny was not interested in being one of her case studies.
“We’re almost there,” Danny pointed out a large house. His sister seemed to snap out of her flight-induced revelry.
“Who are we meeting anyway?” Jazz enquired.
Danny only smirked, “You’re going to love this.” He swooped down to the first story of the house …
And crashed into the wall.
“Oww...” he complained, rubbing his head, de-ghostifying.
“Are you alright?” asked Jazz.
“Fine. That was weird, I phased out of there just fine.” Shaking his head a few more times, Danny reached out his hand and tentatively pressed against the wall. For some reason no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn’t go through. So a more conventional method of entrance was decided on- the front door.
Danny rang the doorbell and Jazz was surprised to hear footsteps resembling a small child’s.
And a small child was just who opened the door. He was adorable, with messy brown hair and large blue eyes peering up at her from too large glasses.
He seems to be about seven or eight. That’s how old Danny said the detective's son was.
“You must be Conan.” said Jazz in a sugary voice, musing up the little boy’s hair.
Danny tried to hold it in, really he did, but he couldn’t help it. He laughed, long and hard.
Jazz looked at her little brother in a rather annoyed fashion. “And what’s so funny?”
“Jazz,” said Danny in between laughs, “He’s older than I am…”
“What?” Jazz looked again at the child whose hair she was messing up, this time noticing the un-amused look he was giving her. She quickly yanked her hand back.
Conan, turned his attention towards Danny, “I wasn’t expecting you to come by the front door.”
Danny shrugged, over his laughing fit. “Wasn’t planning on it.” He closed the door. “Hey what’s that?”
“What’s what?” asked Conan not looking.
“That piece of paper. Some kind of weird Japanese door thing?” Danny tentatively poked the paper with his finger.
“EYYYYYAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” He screamed as his hair stood on end. He yanked his hand away, the paper unfortunately coming with it. “GETITOFFGETITOFFITBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRNS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” shrieked Danny, running in circles trying to shake the paper off.
Jazz firmly grabbed his arm and yanked the offending paper off. Danny collapsed. “Owwww.”
Conan examined the paper. “This is an ofuda. And it wasn’t there before…DR.AGASA!!”
A rather portly old man ran in. “What is it Shinichi?” Then he noticed Danny “Good heavens my boy are you alright?”
Conan fixed Dr. Agasa with one of his glares, not that the good doctor noticed since his back was to him. “Dr. Agasa, why was there a spirit ward on front door?”
“Well there have been so many strange goings-on lately, I didn’t think it could hurt.”
Think Again thought Danny and Jazz simultaneously.
Conan just shook his head, “And you, a man of science.”
“That’s right,” said Danny, fixing Conan with a glare of his own, “Because we both know ghosts don’t exist.”
Conan glared back, then replaced the ofuda on the door.
OMAKE - Further Adventures of the Phantom Detective
"Kazuha's pretty mad at you." Conan commented casually to Heiji.
"And you would know this how?" his osakan counterpart inquired.
"Overheard her talking to Ran. Something about a dance?"
"Yeah there's some big dance tonight. She told me she wanted to go with someone special. I told her good luck finding someone."
Conan stared in disbelief. "And you didn't think she might have meant you?"
Heiji blushed, "Me? I mean, were just friends and...Kudo, why are you grinning like that? And since when did your eyes glow green?!"
~
DING-DONG Kazuha wiped her eyes. Aho. Not like I really wanted to go to that dance she thought, opening the door.
There was Heiji, dressed in a tuxedo, his hair combed and a bouquet of roses in his hand. There seemed to be something oddly greenish about his eyes, but Kazuha ignored it. "Heiji...what?"
"Just picking you up for the dance, Mi'lady." said Heiji bowing smoothly.
Kazuha blinked. His accent was a little off for some reason, but who the hell cared? He looked so...charming. "I...I'll be right back, I just need to get dressed," she explained, running for her room.
Conan separated himself from Heiji. The great detective of the west shook his head. "What the hell Kudo? You just...just...set me up on a date with Kazuha!!!"
Conan only smirked. "You're welcome."
"As soon as Kazuha gets back here I'll tell her --"
"Tell me what?"
Heiji turned around, about to explain how Kudo had taken control of his body, when he caught sight of his best friend. She wore her hair down for once, and it framed her face beautifully. She was wearing a sleeveless yellow dress that showed off her figure without looking the least bit inappropriate.
"B...B..Beautiful." Heiji stammered.
Kazuha blushed, "Come on, I don't want to be late!" She grabbed Heiji and dragged him off.
Conan just grinned. This may not have been the reason he was given these powers, but it sure was fun.