A Detective Conan Ficbit
Disclaimer: Not mine. Gosho Aoyama's.
In an old abandoned warehouse, a
showdown was taking place.
Kudo glanced over at one of the other Shinichi’s, then exchanged a
shrug with Conan and the third Shinichi. The three Vermouths glared and
circled each other warily, one of them making sure to keep the second
Ai protectively held behind her.
The second Shinichi cleared his
throat. “You know,” he said in a broad Osakan accent. “This whole
‘disguise ourselves as each other’ thing has gotten WAAAY out of hand.”
A/N: And the scary thing was... I
actually worked out who each of these people were as I was writing it...
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