This is my very first DC fanfiction... hope you like it
(any comment would be accepted)
What is this?! EDITED FOR THE SOLE PURPOSE OF EDITING AGAIN?!
Four Leaf Clovers
It's about Conan and KID helping each other out.
Flashback
"Damn it."
Rage overwhelmed him that night. The thief had escaped again. Only this time, he had successfully acquired his target.
"Next time you appear, you're going down."
Chapter 1: Impending Doom
Setting: Teitan Elementary
"So, how's it going?"
Conan looked at the source of the almost emotionless cold voice. He shrugged.
"Nothing out of the ordinary."
The girl next to him didn't even bother to look away from the book she was reading while he intently stared at her.
"Aren't you watching television, Haibara?"
"I cook for the Professor, so I haven't had that much time."
"Oh."
A silent pause. The girl continued to read while he fiddled with his cellphone.
It went on for about half an hour.
Finally, Haibara decided to break the silence.
"Do you think you can catch him next time?"
"Oh, I'll catch him all right. I'll be the one to wipe that stupid smirk off his face."
"I'd like to see how you'll do that, Kudo-kun."
The name is mentioned in a whisper. She looked at him as she flash her very own smile which is made to annoy the young detective.
Conan is about to argue when the school's alarm bell rang, signaling the end of class.
One by one, children poured out from their respective classrooms and went straight to their lockers.
He decided not to join the self-proclaimed members of the Detective Boys, Genta, Mitsuhiko, and Ayumi as they walked straight home.
Alone, he went to his own locker. Once there, a sickening feeling came unto him, just like when a case is about to unfold. Seconds seems like minutes as he opened his locker only to find...
Nothing.
But the feeling is still there.
He wore his shoes. He straightened his tie. He folded his sleeves.
Just as he's about to go, he saw something that caught his attention.
It is placed carefully at the very exit of the locker room.
A note.
A folded black paper.
There was a message inside.
Shock immediately registered in his face. Sweat trickled his forehead.
He quickly grabbed his solar-powered skateboard and made his way home.
The message was short.
Tantei-kun,
Meet me in front of the Detective Agency. Beware of the Black.
Kaitou KID
The boy clutched the piece of paper inside his pocket. His mind trailed off.
"Black."
The whole sentence gave shudders down his spine. It bothered him.
"A prank?"
"No."
"It's definitely KID's writing."
How many times had he seen this style of writing in his notices? There's definitely no difference.
Except this one...
...is written in blood.
Well? How do you guys think?
Am I a good writer or this sucks?
