

DC+MK: Red Carpet Treatment 1Disclaimer: Gosho Aoyama owns Detective Conan, Magic Kaito, and any related characters. I only own this plotline.DC+MK: Red Carpet Treatment 1
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If you haven't found something strange during the day, it hasn't been much of a day.
-- John A. Wheeler
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The Red Carpet Treatment A Detective Conan / Magic Kaito fanfic by isadorathegreat First Quarter: The Letter
For Hattori Heiji, it started during breakfast.
He was mechanically stuffing himself with food, mind numb from the lack of sleep.
It had been a long night.
He had come home


DC: Men of the WorldDisclaimer: Gosho Aoyama owns Detective Conan and any related characters. I only own this plotline.DC: Men of the World
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"Listen, theres a hell of a universe next door: lets go.
-- E. E. Cummings
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Men of the World A Detective Conan fanfic by isadorathegreat
His back hurt.
No, that was understating it. Conan moaned as he sat up from the floor (Carpet. Red. On top of stone. Covered in dust, broken wood, broken tiles, and rose petals, he thought to himself), feeling a very large bruise on his back stretching painfully. Other aches a


MK: Pit StopDisclaimer: Gosho Aoyama owns Magic Kaito and any related characters. I only own this plotline and Chinatsu Fumiko.MK: Pit Stop
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Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
-- Unknown
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Pit Stop A Magic Kaito fanfic by isadorathegreat
That idiots always late. Which always makes me late. Stupid managers.
It felt like summer. Motes of sunlight streamed in through windows, lighting up the dust floating in the shop. The heat was like a thick curtain in the air and Chinatsu Fumiko was having a very hard time drawing it bac


DP: Just in Time - PrologueJust in TimeDP: Just in Time - Prologue
Prologue: Twenty Years Later
Brian Fenton had the wind knocked out of him when his grandfather dropped a Fenton Bazooka onto his lap. He was so busy trying to breathe that he missed what his grandfather said as the large man ran outside, slamming the front door behind him.
When he managed to shove the gigantic weapon off himself, Brian realized why exactly his grandfather left it with him. Dried ectoplasm coated the barrel of the gun, loose circuits were protruding dangerously from the sides, and he was fairly sure there was the faint smell of smoke surrounding it.
Brian sighed,
Devious Comments
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oh robin, my simple friend from the untamed north, let me tell you about a little thing called "mind over matter"
whenever i start feeling sick, i stop being sick and be awesome instead
true story
>.>
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"Is this Hell or Heaven...? No one knows.~Beloved Psycho Breaker~"--Janne Da Arc
(psh posh!)
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No, I will not take you to funky town! O:<
Once again, thanks for the watch and again, I'm really flattered you like my writing.
(P.S. Believe me, I'm just a big geek as Tucker, except with books instead of technology. You're WAY cooler than me.)
(and you seem like onea those cool kids.Maybe if I hang around here your coolkidness will rub off on me and I can be a cool kid, too.)
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No, I will not take you to funky town! O:<
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No, I will not take you to funky town! O:<
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