The White Moon\'s Truth

Warnings: OOCness, semi-darkish Conan, dark themes, angst, blood, violence, language, yaoi later, etc…

Thank you all who have read this story, hope you enjoy this chapter!
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Conan rubbed his head for what felt like the twenty time, he had just gotten smacked and thrown across the room by Kogoro for the third time in less then an hour and he was starting to get a pounding headache.

He had thought that because it being so late at night and that Kogoro was suffering from a major hangover that it would be easier to sneak around and investigate the crime scene, but for some reason it seemed to have to opposite affect. If Kogoro even caught a peek at him being anywhere near any evidence or anything he would throw Conan bodily around the room.

What pissed Conan so much was that other then Ran’s half-hearted protests no one really cared that Kogoro hit him repeatedly over the head and threw him around like he was yesterday’s trash.

Yea great police work huh?

It wasn’t like Kogoro was abusive or anything like that, no even with all of his short comings and he had a lot of those, Kogoro was still a good man, it was just that he tend to lose his temper with Conan more often then not at a crime scene.

It made Conan wonder sometimes if Kogoro realized subconsciously at least that it wasn’t him that solved all those cases…that it was in reality it was only with the help from a seemingly 8 year-old boy that he and the police where able to solve all those difficult cases that had piled up over the last year that Conan had lived with him and Ran.

But even with the interruptions Conan had figured out that the murder of one Konosuke Jii was no random killing, this hadn’t been a robbery gone badly by some local gun crazy hoods.

This was a professional assassination.

But what confused Conan was why someone would kill a pool bar owner, and do it in such a way as to hide the killer’s true intentions.

‘Oh well I might as well get Inspector Megure on the right track, hmmm…let’s see…maybe Ran could help me get the attention of the Inspector. That should work…’

Conan finally shook his head to cease his musing; this was no time to get lost in thought. He had a case to solve.

Conan moved over to where Ran was standing by her father, he flinched slightly as he took in her weary horror-struck face. Even with her mother being a high profile lawyer and her father a detective, added to the fact she’d been dragged to many crime scenes with gruesome sometimes inhuman murders for years she would never get use to the blood and horror. Conan always felt guilty when he saw that expression on her face. Ran was to kind hearted to be exposed to this much death all the time.

It was different for Conan, he excelled on the danger of the chase, and it wasn’t that he wasn’t effected by all the death that he saw on an almost daily basis, it was more like he was able to shut out his emotional responses to the ghastly scenes, he was able to look over a dead body critically and without flinching as he looked for clues.

While it was a great detective skill it made him seem almost sociopathic to others around him when he had been Kudo Shinichi, and it seemed that that skill had stayed with him when he got transformed into a child.

He thanked kami and any god out there for the acting lesions his mom had thrown at him when he had been a little kid, it helped a lot at times like this when he had to play a child yet at the same time get the adults around him to take him seriously.

It was difficult but after almost a full year of acting he had perfected the mask of a smart yet normal child who was interested in playing detective. It also helped that the police had learned to not disregard his seemingly random clues.

Too bad the same couldn’t be said for Detective Mori.

Conan looked back at Ran and decided that he needed to get the police on the right track, for Ran at least, he needed to get her out of here soon, she looked like she was going to be sick at any moment. It may have been because the coroners still haven’t put any type of covering over the bullet ridden body.

Conan moved to stand beside Ran and reached out a small hand to tug on her sweat slick hand, when she turned her head to look at him he gave her a practiced perplexed look.

“Hey Ran-chan, I was just thinking that it’s so strange…if the bad guys where looking for money and stuff…why didn’t they take that jeweled stick? It looks very expensive, even if it is broken. Aren’t Diamonds suppose to be really expensive? ”

Conan made sure that his voice carried around the room when he asked Ran this, he looked out of the corner of his eye as the Inspector and the other police members start to look thoughtful.

Conan knew that the culprit was long gone by now, but at least he could get the police looking around the old man’s personal life to find out who would want to kill him so professionally and who didn’t want to leave any type of clue behind…although now that he thought about it the jeweled pool cue stick was to noticeable a clue to leave behind unknowingly.

There must have been some other reason that it was left behind, it was like some sort of message, but Conan knew that it wasn’t meant for him or the police…so who?

“Oh no! Jii!”

Conan turned his head as he heard someone cry out. He couldn’t see who it was because the person was being held back by the police but with the way the cry had been filled with sorrow and anger he guessed that it was someone close to the old man.

“Let me go damn it! Jii! Jii you can’t die! Let me see! Move it damnit!!”

Suddenly a smoke boom exploded in the room, causing everyone to start to cough, Conan was luckily enough that at his current height the smoke didn’t really affect him that much.

He quickly pulled out a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and covered his face, even thought the smoke wasn’t affecting him as much as the adults around the room didn’t mean he wanted to inhale any of the white chocking mist.

Conan startled a bit as he noticed a shadow pushed its way through the crowds of police officers around the room. With the smoke still in the air Conan wasn’t able to get a clear picture of the guy who had let out the smoke boom.

He quickly left Ran’s side, ignoring her cries of protests; he moved towards the victim and the man who was now staring at the bloody mess on the table, so still it was like he was also dead.

Conan was only a few feet away when the smoke finally cleared up a bit so that he was able to get a clearer view of the distraught figure.

Conan sucked in his breath as he got a good look at the teen in front of him.

‘What the hell…he looks like me, or at least how I looked when I was 17 years old. Wha-‘

Before Conan could continue his trail of thought the young man turned his head as though sensing Conan’s presence. Conan was able to see that there were clear tear tracks running down his face.

Conan always felt some type of sympathy for the victim of the deceased but for some reason right now it seemed to have magnified by ten times. The absolute devastation on the young teens face made something in his own heart twinge with distress and empathy.

They stood there staring at each other, the corpse of Konosuke Jii laid between them, blank eyes staring at nothing, and the last thing that those terrifying eyes had seen was the one who had snuffed out that life.

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Conan didn’t know how long they stood there staring at each other, the tears continued to fall from crystal clear blue eyes of the stranger, the utter sadness and distress in the teen’s eyes almost made sympathy tears come to Conan’s eyes as well.

Conan started to notice that the smoke around them was clearing almost entirely; causing the police around them to start to compose themselves again from their coughing fits.

“Kaito!”

The teen in front of him finally broke his gaze from Conan’s, causing Conan to breath out a sigh of relief, he wasn’t good with the family members of the victims, he left such jobs usually to the police or more empathetic party members.

‘For some reason though, other then looking almost like a carbon-copy of me…he seems to be familiar…have I meet him before perhaps? I don’t think I know anyone named Kaito, but I can’t help but feel like I know him.’

Conan was once again distracted from his thoughts by a piercing scream. He quickly looked at the entrance to the bar and was surprised to see that the teen had moved over there, at the moment he was comforting a middle aged woman who was crying hysterically.

Conan walked over quietly so he wouldn’t disturb the obvious mourning family. He saw that Inspector Megure and an unknown man were talking to the distressed women and the teen that Conan now knew was named Kaito.

“I’m so sorry Kuroba-san that you had to see that, you to Kuroba-kun. I should have had called you beforehand and warned you…I’m so sorry…”

The man that Conan didn’t know was apologizing regretfully to the women, Conan also thought he looked familiar but for some reason Conan wasn’t having the best time right now remembering faces and names, he blamed Kogoro, to many whacks on the head had obvious messed with his memories.

“It’s alright Nakamori-san, I needed to see…I wish that mom would have stayed home at least though…but Jii was a good friend of the family…no he was family, we needed to know…god what happened Nakamori-san? Who would do such a thing? Jii is…was a great guy and everyone who knew him cared for him.”

Even though Kaito had demanded answers, to know what happened to the recently deceased Konosuke Jii, Conan couldn’t help but notice that he didn’t really seem interested in the answer. Anyone else wouldn’t have noticed that small detail, the teen had one of the best poker faces that Conan had ever seen, but Conan wasn’t once called the Great Detective of the East for nothing…either he didn’t really care about what happened to his friend which Conan doubted very much or…he already knew the whys and who’s…

Conan was unaware of the slightly dark smirk that crossed his face, one that no child would express; luckily no one was paying attention to him at the moment.

‘It looks like things are about to get interesting…’

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Ok…so I’ve got to say this…way too much explanations and not enough dialogue. I never was good with dialogue…oh well the chapters should be picking up a bit soon; I just need to get the setting done.

So what do you think? You have to cry with Kaito…Jii was like an uncle to him I believe, and poor Kuroba-san…she lost another friend/family member. ;-; I did say that this would have angst though. XP

Please review!!! I need reviews like a living creature needs air! It brings me to life whenever I check my e-mail and see that people out there like my stories…so PLEASE!!

If you have any questions feel free to e-mail me at anytime, though with the holiday’s coming up and my College finals in less then two weeks I’m going to be busy, I probably won’t be updating this until sometime next year….so yea in a few weeks or so! So please don’t hold your breath! XD