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4-6-4-9 (Detective Conan, Shinichi/Kaitou Kid)

Title: 4-6-4-9
Fandom: Detective Conan
Pairing: Shinichi Kudou (Conan) / Kaitou Kid
Author: Ryuu no Musuko (lucathia_rykatu)
Recipient: Cyllan (misura)
Summary: It starts with a simple text message on his cell phone—“4-6-4-9.” Is the mysterious person behind the message friend or foe?
Sorry, I was stupid and posted in the y_c_reverse journal instead of in the community.



It started with a simple text message on his cell phone, the one he used as Conan.

4-6-4-9

Conan looked at the message on the screen of his cell phone with a bland expression. It was probably just some random spam. It wasn’t from Ayumi or the others, that he was sure of, since none of them would text him a message like that out of context.

“Yo-ro-shi-ku,” read Conan quietly to himself. Best regards. The anonymous message probably didn’t have any deeper meaning. He was just about to snap his cell phone shut when his cell phone sounded again, indicating another incoming text message.

He rolled his eyes. Now what?

However...

9-10-4-2-7

Conan’s eyes widened at the message, icy fear engulfing him. He gripped his cell phone tighter, unable to believe his eyes. He fumbled to snap his cell phone shut, his eyes darting around the room, searching for any eyes that could be trained on him at that very moment.

Seven people in the room with their cell phones out. Why did everyone have their cell phones out at the same time??

Conan’s gut feeling told him that the message must have come from one of the people in the room. Was it from someone he knew? Was it someone from the Black Organization? This should have been a simple case of “find the murderer and let Sleeping Kogoro have his glory once again.” But now...

Conan’s reaction to the message had been too obvious, exactly what the person who sent the message wanted.

The first message was a mockery. Conan certainly did not need any help deciphering the second message. But whoever sent the messages was a damn smug bastard who wanted to lull him into a sense of false peacefulness before dropping the bomb on him.

Kudou Shinichi.

Conan dared not read that message out loud.

Damn.

He was in deep shit.







“Hey brat, you okay?”

Conan looked up to see Sonoko with her eyebrows raised just as she flipped her cell phone shut. She had one hand on her hips, resting on top of the frills of her pink dress. She was wearing an elaborate dress with matching pearls and long gloves, all prettied up for the party that was now interrupted.

“...yeah.” allowed Conan. Conan mentally crossed Sonoko off as the one who sent the messages. Conan feared being found out by a number of people, but Sonoko wasn’t high on that list.

Conan narrowed his eyes.

Unless someone impersonated Sonoko...

“This entirely sucks,” complained Sonoko, tossing her hair. “This was just supposed to be a fun occasion, a chance to meet some guys.” She waved her hand in the air. “And yet, this happens? I knew I shouldn’t have let Ran’s dad come, even if his favorite Yoko Okino is here. He just attracts death everywhere he goes!”

Conan relaxed a bit. Someone impersonating Sonoko wouldn’t know the part about ‘Sonoko’s letting Ran’s dad come’ and that Ran’s dad had wanted to come because of Yoko Okino’s presence.

Sonoko stared down at him, her lips pursed. “And I don’t understand why you’re here instead of Ran.”

Hah.

If Conan had known that Ran wasn’t coming because of her training camp, he certainly wouldn’t have come. Ayumi, Mitsuhiko, and Genta had looked at him imploringly when they learned that Sonoko had invited Ran (and of course, that meant Conan as well) to the special party held for prominent TV stars, which included a past favorite of theirs--Niboshi Saburou, the man behind the Steel Samurai. Signature, signature! They had yelled in his ear. He should have just passed the invitation to one of them...

But of course, now it was different.

A murder had just happened, the victim having died from food poisoning. If that wasn’t bad enough, someone among these people knew his identity. Whether those two were connected...Conan didn’t know yet.

Conan glanced over to Ran’s dad. He was next to Satou and Takagi, who just happened to be around the area and so were the first ones to come over to the scene of the crime. They detained three of the guests who were suspected of the murder. The first was a blond with hair parted to one side. He wore a pair of thin glasses that he kept pushing up his nose. He was fairly tall and went by the name Minamoto Kazuo. The second was Ran’s dad’s favorite Yoko Okino, once again suspected of murder. She was glancing nervously around the room, tucking a stray curl behind her ears as she did so. The third was a towering man with a fierce face and a wild mane of hair--Niboshi Saburou, every child’s hero, the man that Ayumi and the others had wanted signatures from.

Conan frowned. When he scanned the room earlier, seven people had their cell phones out, including Sonoko. Satou had just been slipping hers back into her pocket while Takagi had still been on his cell phone, nodding his head to agree with something the person on the other end of the line had said. Each of the three suspects of murder had their cell phones out too. Minamoto had been snapping a picture of the dead body with his cell phone. Yoko was just holding hers in her hand, as if waiting for a call. Niboshi was still talking on his when Conan glanced over previously. Even Ran’s dad had been on the phone!

Time to do some investigation.





“Ne,” started Conan in that high, cute voice of his that he took on whenever he was trying his best to sound child-like, “Is Megure-keibu going to come too?”

Takagi looked down. “Hey there Conan. I was just on the phone with him. I expect he’ll be here soon.”

So Conan was correct in thinking that Takagi was most likely had been talking to Megure, though Takagi (or whoever was impersonating him) may have just made that up on the spot. Though, doesn’t Takagi usually come with Megure? Conan very rarely saw Takagi without the other. Unless...

“Were you just on a date with Satou-keiji?” asked Conan innocently.

Takagi immediately turned beet red and started spluttering. “W-what? What gives you that idea?”

“You came together!”

Takagi ducked his head. “Well, about that, actually, it was quite a coincident. I bumped into her around the corner. It’s actually my time off right now. I didn’t know it was hers too! She seemed quite surprised to see me...”

Hm, suspicious.

Time to move on.





“Satou-keiji, were you just on a date with Takagi-keiji?” asked Conan.

Satou laughed as she knelt down and ruffled Conan’s hair. Conan scowled at the action.

“Why are you so curious about that?” asked Satou teasingly. “If you must know, I was just with Yumi. You know, shopping. I just called her to apologize for running off.”

She sighed. “This is really ruining my plans though.”

When Conan looked at her inquisitively, she just waved her hand in the air.

“Oh, it’s nothing big. Anyway, back to the investigation!” She ruffled Conan’s hair some more and even pinched his cheeks before she turned back to the investigation.

Conan scowled as he tried to smooth his hair back.





Conan took his cell phone out, pretending he was taking a picture of the deceased.

“Hey kid, I don’t think you want such a depressing photo.”

Conan glanced up at the blond guy with glasses--Minamoto.

“But ojisan, weren’t you just taking one yourself?” asked Conan.

Minamoto’s eye twitched. “Ojisan? I don’t think I’m old enough to be called that. But I am old enough to be talking photos like this. YOU aren’t. So scat.”

Conan pouted.





“Yoko-san, are you waiting for someone to call you?” asked Conan.

Yoko started as she glanced at Conan’s direction. “Oh, Conan, you gave me quite a scare.”

She glanced back at her cell phone.

“About that, well, the person who died is someone I know. I tried calling her manager to tell him about this, but he hasn’t been picking up. I hope he heard my message...”

Conan tilted his head.

“Have you told Satou-keiji or Takagi-keiji yet?”

Yoko nodded absentmindedly. “Oh, right...I should do that...”

Conan sweatdropped.





“Steel Samurai-san!” shouted Conan.

Niboshi glanced about at the voice, still in the midst of his call. Conan waved.

The towering man looked down and smiled shyly. “Hey there little guy.” He covered the microphone part of his cell phone with his large hands.

“Uh...hi,” managed Conan, somewhat alarmed that such a fierce-looking man looked shy at the same time. It was the eyes.

“Can I have your autograph?” asked Conan. Might as well ask while he was at it!

“...oh, sure. Do you have something you want me to autograph?”

Conan handed Niboshi three pieces of paper. “Can you address one to Ayumi, one to Genta, and one to Mitsuhiko?”

Niboshi nodded as he signed each one.

“Thanks a lot!” Conan stuffed the autographs into his pocket and glanced back up at the towering man.

Niboshi turned his attention back to his call.

“Naruhodou-san, you’ve got to help me. I think I’ve gotten myself into trouble again and you’re the only attorney I know...”

Ah, so Niboshi had been talking to his attorney...





Only one person left to talk to--Ran’s father. Conan headed off towards the toilet in the meantime. He was just heading out of the bathroom when his cell phone sounded again.

Damn. He wasn’t in the room so he couldn’t observe everyone’s actions!

He flipped his screen open, his eyes widening.

444444444444444444444444444444444444444

What the hell?

Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die.

Was that the message?

“Gah! Toilet!” screamed Ran’s dad, pushing past Conan. “I even called Ran to ask her what she had put in breakfast today. What exactly was in there??”

Conan blinked as Ran’s dad ran towards the bathroom.







When Conan reentered the room, he glanced around until his eyes landed on the plate of sushi in the middle of the table.

A light bulb went off in his head.

This was what the message had been about.

A lot of fours was equivalent to suu (meaning numerous) and four itself sounded just like shi so together...sushi.

And with that, Conan knew who the culprit was for the murder...but who had been sending him these messages?

First things first...he had to get the identity of the culprit across to Takagi-keiji. Satou, however...Conan wasn’t as sure about. But since Ran’s dad was in the toilet and Conan had no idea how long he’d take, that mean it was time for Sonoko to play detective. She was next to Niboshi, having just asked him for an autograph.

“Sonoko-neechan," started Conan.

And so, Conan proceeded to direct Sonoko to the right deductions. He was prepared to shoot his tranquilizer if things got out of hand and Sonoko couldn’t follow through, but surprisingly, Sonoko was really on her game today.

“And so, the culprit is Minamoto-san!” shouted Sonoko as she pointed her finger at the blond man. “You’re the one who ruined a perfectly good party!”

She stuck her hands on her hips, pleased that justice was served as Takagi proceeded to handcuff the culprit. She then took out her cell phone and glanced back at Conan with a wink and a blinding grin.

“Was I helpful, tantei-san?”

Everything fell into place.

If it was him, then it all made sense.

And somehow, Conan wasn’t terrified at the aspect of him knowing. Conan knew that he knew already...and had even helped him out of some difficult situations. He felt safe with him...somehow. At least, he knew his secret was safe with him...they were kindred spirits after all, both with secrets of their own.

Conan’s cell phone sounded, indicating an incoming message. He tried not to take his eyes off Sonoko as he pulled his cell phone out, but when he flipped it open, it was blank.

He blinked.

That could only mean that it was his other cell phone--the one he used as Shinichi--that had a new message. He fumbled for the phone, only to remember too late that he had taken his eyes off Sonoko--and where was she now?

Gone.



However, Conan flipped the cover of his cell phone open, shaking his head in amusement.

Smug bastard.

4-6-4-9

--1412


THE END

Comments

(Anonymous)

Oh. Wow. This was so many kinds of cool that I hardly even know where to start - this fic read like the anime at its best, except that, of course, the Kid's presence made it better still. I loved how you kept me guessing throughout the fic as to whom (if anyone) the Kid was impersonating. Loved the Takagi/Satou thrown in, as well as so many other familiar faces showing up.

Thank you very much for this superbly wonderful read!

cyllan
~flails~

Thank you for the lovely comment. I'm really glad you liked the fic.

Haha, I spent entirely too much time trying to think of a plausible 'mystery,' so the ending turned out very rushed. I shall be putting this fic through another bout of editting. ^^;;

Thank you for the wonderful prompt, which gave me a chance to work with Kid...though his appearance in this fic is actually quite minimal!
Phoenix Wright references for ultimate win. ULTIMATE. I'm guessing this is set in the fourth JfA case?

I love the clever little word and number play you've done, it suits the fandom perfectly. The ending is ~wondeful~

~Zizzo
Awesome that you caught the Phoenix Wright reference! *feels giddy* I chose to use the Japanese names since Detective Conan's set in Japan. Except, I didn't quite know what the 'Steel Samurai' was called originally...so... ^^;;

I had fun with the numbers. :D

rofl!!!
"Naruhodou-san" I just laughed when I read that name. I'm not sure if you meant it as a joke, so I'm sorry if I misinterpreted it X3

that was an awesome thing you did with the numbers. they make this story really stand out.
Naruhodou isn't a joke that I thought of myself! It's the name of the main character from Phoenix Wright (if you know that series~). There are actually some cameos in here from that series.

The numbers were my inspiration for this fic. <3
Oh, nice! That was fun! And my Japanese was good enough to keep up with the numbers! Yay! *feels very good about herself right now* Could've been longer, though, *^^* But I really liked it, and Kaitou is always fun...
Cheers, Lupus
This made me giggle and clap with glee by the end, although I was really worried for Conan for a while there...

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