Kiritsu

This is a little story idea I've had for a while. I'd ;like to see what people think of it. Please give me your honest opinions. I know it may seem a little OOC at points but I hope I stayed mostly within the lines of normalcy for Detective Conan. ---------------------------------- Prologue 21-year old Kudo Yusaku was glaring sternly at Kaitou 1412, whom he had cornered after the thief had successfully managed to steal yet another gem. "Why do you steal, 1412? I know you're a good man, so why do you waste your life so?" Yusaku asked out of curiosity. 1412 just gave him a mysterious smile. "A magician never reveals his secrets." he replie

 "Ran, can you hear me? Ran?? Ran!" Shinichi's voice questioned tiredly. "Sh...Sh....Shinichi...?!" Ran stuttered. She wanted to yell at him, she wanted to shout. She wanted to scream. But she couldn't wrestle a single syllable past her lips. "Gomen nasai, Ran. I can't come back. I'm so sorry. I wanted to call you, but I couldn't get the chance. I really wanted to call you..." Shinichi murmured softly to her. When no response came he continued, "I... I'm really sorry... to go back on my promise, Ran." Ran clutched the phone tightly in her hands. Her eyes were shadowed. A sob escaped her lips. "Ran..." "Jerk." "Ran, I said I'm sorr

 The sun greet them cheerily as it lifted from beyond the capital of Tokyo. It shined brightly upon the awakening city. People were already on the street, headed for work, shopping, or just out for their own random reasons. As the day marched on and turned into early afternoon, a car drove up to the front of a café. It was black, and out of it stepped a woman. She stepped up to a staircase that was connected to the café. Up those stairs she climbed and then knocked on the door at the top of the staircase, bypassing the first door. A moment or two later it was answered by Ran. She stood at the door, blinking at the visitor. "Oh. Ohayou, Ed

 "So... You're taking Conan back overseas with you?" A teenage female sat on a couch, across from an older woman with dark hair. The teenager was wearing a high school uniform, a blue blazer, green necktie, white shirt, and blue pleaded skirt. Her crystal blue eyes seemed intent, curious, and inquiring. But that masked the real emotions she was having: remorse, worry, loneliness, and worst of all: Reluctance. The other woman was dressed up in a female business suit, but with a ruffled, lacy white neckpiece. Her hair was done up in a bun. She gave a small, curt nod. "Yes. We can finally bring him with us. My husband and I found a very good