The Lair

Off I go

Sat, 29 Mar 2008 17:45:39 GMT

This will prolly be the last time I post for a while. My laptop died and we don't know when we'll even get internet at the new house.

Was really hoping to get something else done (Like the next chapter of TIA or Etou House).

Almost a year later...

Tue, 18 Mar 2008 04:12:07 GMT

*sigh* So what's happened since I last posted...

Charlie diedin October. It got to the point where even I couldn't let him keep suffering. I still hate the thought of putting animals to sleep and I don't mind saying I had a pretty bad breakdown over it. That probably why I dissapeared off the face of the net.

My sister finally got the puppy she wanted. I will admit I was pretty bitter about it at first, but Lizzy's one of the most loving dogs I'd ever seen. When we got her from the pound she was the size of a dachsound puppy so we thought she'd be pretty small. We quickly found out she was part, if not mostly, greyhound since shot shot up quite a bit (The most common description was "Weiner dog on stilts") She's also a ninja. She has this way of getting through closed doors and sneaking up on people, even with a jingly collar. She also uses her paws to grab things in a way I've never seen a dog do before. When she grabs you, she crosses her paws so you can't shake her off easily.

In less than two weeks my finacee and I are starting a farm in tennesse with my future sister in law and her family. I. Am. Freaked. I nkow everyone else loves the small town atmosphere, but I grew up in NYC for crying out loud. I like crowds and being able to hide in them. I like feeling secure in being agnostic, and not feel like I have to lie about so we won't be lynched. I like the sounds of the city , and I hate waking up to bird chirping (weird, I know. I dont mind them when I'm awake, but I'd rather be woken up to almost any other sound)

The thing is, I know if I tell my finace I don't want to go, he won't. And that's why I can't ask him. He wants this so much and I figure I have to at least give it a try. If I'm still miserable as I think I'm going to be, then we'll see what happens. But everytime he or antoher member of his family smles at me and tells me how much they can tell I want to go, I want to wring their necks, because it's not true.

I promised myself I wouldn't use this as a forum to whine, so on to something happier.
I just teamed up with one of my sister's friends and beat her and another friend in beer pong twice in a row. And no I didnt drink any, my partner did (for those who don't know me personally, I don't drink at all. I have no objections to throwing ping pongs balls into cups though)

And yes I am still working on TIA. It just...won't write. I'm thinking of switching to the werewolf story for a while and see if that works better.

CHARLIE LIVES

Fri, 15 Jun 2007 16:29:36 GMT

After long talks with my parents and proof that Charlie is doing better, they've decided to call off killing him, at least for now ^.^

Thu, 14 Jun 2007 23:35:44 GMT

It hasn't even been a week since Uncle Tom's funeral.

Mom's made an appointment to put Charlie to sleep tommarrow.

God how arrogant are we, the human race. Who are we to say when it's an animals time has come. Yes Charlie's an old rabbit. Yes, he's been sick. Yes, he has arthritis. I also know a lot of old sick people with arthritis, both my parents in fact. Heck Dad has a harder time walking than Charlie. Does that mean we should be putting him to sleep too?

'Put to sleep'. Sounds so gentle, like he's dreaming. "End his suffering' like we're helping him. If you're going to do say it. You're KILLING him. Yes he's suffering. And he's fighting. As hard as it is he's not giving up, instead doing his best each day. Who the hell are we to tell him that his efforts were completely pointless?

Tonight I making a special dinner with all his favorite foods. Tomorrow, well, I'm seriously considering just opening the door and letting him run away. If he doesn't, I'm going to spend the day with Peter. As much as I want to be with Charlie for his last moments, this isn't something I can be a party to.

Mom said not to cry because we're going out to dinner tonight.

Why won't anyone let me cry.

It's days like today I wish I was in a coma

Sat, 09 Jun 2007 05:30:54 GMT

It's been almost a week since Uncle Tommy died (if you've been wondering where I am, yeah that's the reason) and I'm almost at my breaking point.

I just need some time to myself to get my head straight, and I'm not even allowed to have that. Everyone copes with grief differently and as I said I need some time away from people. However I haven't had any time to myself since we got the news. I keep getting dragged into a social situations in attempts by my family to find closure. I'm not finding closure, I'm having wounds continually ripped open.

We're staying with another Aunt and Uncle during this time and while I love my Aunt dearly, I always feel I'm being judged by my uncle and found lacking. He's never bothered to hide the fact that he doesn't like our family. And I really wish he didn't feel the need to remind me my rabbit is dying of cancer when I'm still grieving the uncle who died of cancer.

The last straw: I lost my engagement ring.

I was putting some flea medicine on Charlie (the rabbit) and my hands got irritated so I couldn't wear my ring for a few days. When I went to put it on this morning, it wasn't where I left it.

I'm going home on sunday and I don't know what I'm going to do if I can't find it. How am I going to tell Peter?

I'm sorry to say I've fallen back on one of my bad coping mechanisms. I've turning my emotions off. I can't really feel anything now, I know this is a bad idea and that when the floodgates break it's going to be bad, but I don't care anymore (actually at the moment I can't care).

Maybe by the time the floogates break, I won't be surrounded by people who won't let me cry.

The Impossible Acquittal, Part 14

Sun, 20 May 2007 18:54:20 GMT

Title: The Impossible Acquittal,Part 14
Author: Phantom_Kaito
Rating: K+ / PG-13
Disclaimer: Being female I am neither Butch Hartman or Aoyama Gosho. Guess what that means?
Notes: Sequel to The Impossible Murder

Previous Chapters: Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13

Things were not good.

The Black Ops had infiltrated the house. They were no closer to unframing Danny. Shiratori was poking sleeping dragons. Takagi was suffering a slight personality dislocation. Heiji was only just recovering from having his mind blown in twelve different directions. And to top it all off, Jazz had been unable to reach her parents via the GAV or their cell phones (Which Maddie had insisted the all carry after a certain Mother/Son bonding weekend).

All in all, it was a very bad time for Conan's mental collapse.

But no one could fault him. Conan seemed every bit the little boy he looked, clinging to Cujo as a child would a favored toy. If he were in his right mind, he would have annoyed, to say the least, at being sat in Kaitou Kid's lap. As it was he was just grateful to have something familiar to anchor his mind to, as Kid spoke soothing words in Ran voice.

This place was death. It's inhabitants were dead. Many of them wished death on others. This place had once killed him.

Not in any permanent way, or else he would be an inhabitant (perish the thought). In the clinical sense of the word, he hadn't even died; his heart never stopped beating. But his soul had been separated from his body. Though not as powerful of as the true dead, he had been a ghost. And at the time forsaken of all hope of rescue, he had come to accept his death.

As he comforted Ran, he had even started to plan out his afterlife. He would forgo passing on (if he was given a choice in the matter) to stay and watch over Ran. As painful as it would be having him around as a ghost, he knew it would be worse on her to loose him completely. She would never have to wait for him, or wonder where he was again.

But he HAD been saved, by a strange miracle named Danny Phantom. His life had been restored and the small body he had once seen as a prison now seemed like a wonderful gift. For most of his life he had dealt with death. This was the first time he had been the victim and it had given him a new appreciation of life. Life is such an amazing precious thing, to be treasured above all else.

And yet he was here again in the same realm that had once stolen that precious life from him. Thin metal metal walls were all that stood between them and the eternal cold that would drain their lives through their very skin., leaching them of every bit of warmth. He'd much rather take on the Black Ops men back at Fentonworks than be here.

“Watch it Jazz!” Tucker warned as the Specter Speeder almost ran over a Black cloaked ghost*

“He's dead he'll get over it.” Jazz snapped back.

“I think it's time to give Tucker back the wheel, Neechan.” Takagi suggested, quickly wilting under the glare Jazz shot at him.

“We don't have any idea where Danny is or if he's okay, and you want me to slow down?!”

“Not slow down, just drive safely.” Takagi said. Older sisters are very scary things.

You've know Ran for how long? And you're just figuring this out?

Hah hah.

So you want to talk about it?

All his life, Takagi never realized how wonderfully something like playing dumb could be. He couldn't pretend he didn't know what what 'it' was Danny wanted to talk about. And he couldn't lie either.

There's not much to talk about. I just need to keep a better mental handle on myself and not let your memories influence me as much as they have. The present company already knows I have mental issues, I'll just have to try not to let anyone else find out.

And I wasn't talking entirely about being discovered. I meant feel.

Huh?

Takagi could have sworn he felt Danny roll his eyes. I mean how do you feel about me? Personality implant, schizophrenia, whatever you want to call me. You have a running commentary in your head and I'm asking you how you feel about it.

Oh dear. Perhaps Takagi didn't know the voice as well as he thought he did. Either that or the voice was evolving again, as it had front random thoughts and impulses.

Why ask, you should know? I mean the information's right there in my head, why don't you look?

This time the voice scoffed in an offended manner. For the same reason I don't like possessing people It's your mind; I'm perfectly aware that I'm an intruder.

Not anymore. I mean at this point you're as much a part of me as you are a part Danny. Thought how much Danny isn't me is debatable.

So you don't me to stop talking to you and pretend I'm not here?

No! What gave you that idea?

It just seems like things would be simpler without me here.

Nothing about anyone in Team Phantom is simple. You know that. We're in this together Danny, don't bail on me.

“Hello. Earth to Toggy.” Tucker waved his hand in front of the cops face. The man was zoning just like Danny was beginning to have a tendency to.

Great, Jack's nickname for me is catching.

“Sorry, I was just talking to-”

So much for being more careful

“You know,” Jazz said. “You could have come to talk to be when you started having mental trouble. You know, before it developed into schizophrenia.”

Takagi shrugged, “It's not that bad.”

Sam and Tucker traded glances. Did this mean their best friend...?

“Besides I can't have been acting that off, Kudo never noticed anything.”

“I don't get it?” Sam commented, remembering something. “We've been here plenty of times, and it's never bothered us in the slightest.”

“You've always been in the Specter Speeder, or else in another ghosts realm where things work differently,” Takagi pointed out.

“But if the effects on humans were as drastic as what you say happened to Conan, we and the Fenton's should have been in the hospital long ago just from being near the portal!”

Takagi thought for a moment. “Ever hear of the Pignataro case?” The teens shook their heads. “There was this plastic surgeon who had a patient die on the table as a result of criminal negligence. He, naturally, had his license revoked. He then started poisoning his wife, little by little with arsenic. His goal was to fake an illness and have her die on the operating table, which in his mind would prove that a surgical mistake could happen to anyone and get his license. He was finally caught and convicted when he slipped his wife eighty times the lethal dose.”

“You meant eight times the lethal dose, right?” Tucker corrected.

“No, eighty,” Takagi's eyes narrowed, “If my memory serves me it was the highest concentration of arsenic ever found in a human body.”

“Okay, this guy is complete and utter scum and deserves the death penalty. What does that have to do with us and the portal?” Sam wanted to know.

“Because Anthony Pignataro was convicted of attempted murder. His wife, Debbie, lived.”

Sam and Tucker's jaws dropped. Jazz nodded. “I think I know where you're going with this. Debbie Pignataro survived because her husband had been poisoning her. She had built up a resistance by the time the overly fatal dose was given.”

Takagi nodded, “Exactly. You guys, Danny, and Jack and Maddie had been exposed to at least small quantities of ectoplasm for years through their inventions. By the time the portal was open all of you had pretty good resistances. Actually that's probably why Danny became a halfa rather than flat out dying. At this point I wouldn't be surprised if all of Amity had a pretty strong immunity. Conan, however, has never been exposed to ghost, no experience with the supernatural, and thus was pretty damn susceptible when Vlad threw him in.”

“So now that Conan's been exposed to more ectoplasm, he shouldn't be affected as badly, right?” Tucker inquired.

“Maybe,” Jazz answered, “Or he might have lost all defense, the same way a joint is weakened after you sprain it.”

Suddenly the radar started beeping, indicating that Danny was close. In front of them loomed a large door with a familiar logo.

“We're here Conan,” Kid said, still speaking in Ran's voice. Hopefully this place wouldn't bother him as much as the Zone. In his mind Kudo was one of the most level headed and calm people he knew. Seeing that illusion shatter was extremely disconcerting to the thief.

Sato sighed as another crimes scene was wrapped up. She was glad the kids were here to help. They had become formidable detectives, even with Conan gone, and her heart just wasn't in it today. She was too worried about Takagi and Danny. They both needed all the help they could get and she was stuck here because Shiratori was smarter than they had given him credit for.

“Are you okay?” Ayumi asked her, noticing the unusually distant look.

“Just a little distracted,” Sato commented. “I'll be fine”

Of course she might not have said that, had she known about the sniper rifle aiming at the base of her skull.

The problem with M rated games.

Wed, 09 May 2007 03:50:05 GMT

Frustration is always having a parent enter the room when you're about to play Digital Devil Saga, because you really don't want to explain to your parents why you're playing a game where the heroes are cannibalistic demons.

C'est la Guarre

Thu, 19 Apr 2007 16:12:28 GMT

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Mon, 09 Apr 2007 19:54:02 GMT

I

am

FURIOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have always had very little in the way of peace of mind. Yesterday that was supposed to change. Yesterday I told my Mom I was getting married. It should have been a happy occasion. Should have.

I heard Mom talking to Peter ( my fiance) afterwards while I was playing with Joey (his five year old nephew). I wasn't eavesdropping so I didn't know what was being said. Stupid me thought it was something along the lines of 'Take care of my Daughter'.

Turns out she telling him that I was irresponsible and had a $48,000 college debt.

I have never felt so betrayed in my life. Can I not celebrate happiness for even one day with life reminding me how much I suck. And worse that it was the one person in the world I trusted more than anyone else.

Peter has been so...perfect. He's helping me with organizing my loans and coming up with ways to prove I'm responsible to Mom and Dad. I don't know what I'd do without him.

Tonight I'm going to have a talk with Mom. And I think it's going to turn into our first real fight. All my life I've loved her, even idolized her. But right now, it's going to take all I have to forgive her.

The Impossible Acquittal, Part 8

Sat, 07 Apr 2007 19:16:09 GMT

Title: The Impossible Acquittal,Part 7
Author: Phantom_Kaito
Rating: K+ / PG-13
Disclaimer: Being female I am neither Butch Hartman or Aoyama Gosho. Guess what that means?
Notes: Sequel to The Impossible Murder.

Previous Chapeters: Prologue; Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7,

Danny wasn't overly aware of much after that. Dash knows Dash
knows Dash knows

Calm down
Danny. This is Dash, how could he know? All he saw was that your eyes
changed color. No way he could figure out you're half-ghost from
that.

But he knows somethings wrong, he could tell and people would
believe him.

What? 'I saw
Fenton's eyes change color? He must be evil.' If he didn't figure you
out after the shrinking incident, then he's not going to.

Danny shook his head. I still can't believe Star went psycho like
that. She always seemed so preppy and harmless.

And to the
majority of the school you seem weak and cowardly. You know better
than anyone else that people aren't what they seem Ghost-boy.

Once again Danny's internal dialog was cut short by someone jumping
him, only this time Ran was there to intercept (she was in the office
help Dash and Kwan restrain the psychotic cheerleader). Danny hit the
wall hard. He didn't have time to gather himself before he was lifted
up and slammed against the floor.

“So kidnapping wasn't enough for you, you had to turn to murder?”

&$ Rees!

I concur
Takagi's voice agreed dryly. This man is more
obsession prone than most ghosts

“They caught the killer you idiot, do you even think before you
arrest someone.”

Uh, remember
what we said about giving the corrupt cop more ammo to use against
you?

Danny growled in response, eyes shut tightly so no one would notice
the emerald glow. Why did things always go from bad to worse?

Takagi yawned. His body had yet to adjust to being in a new timezone,
and staying up most of the night in various bars didn't help. It had
taken a while to find the one that served the majority of off duty
cops and once he found it, no one would talk about Rees; they'd just
get nervous and change the subject.

This should be so much easier when Sato gets here.

Because she's going to be that
big a help, or just because having her around makes you feel better?

A little of both really. She's brilliant and at the same time I
feel safer around her.

Safer than you feel in a
favorite police hangout.

Given what Danny's told us, yes. And the fact that no one's
willing to talk abut Rees isn't reassuring me.

At judging by the looks people
give us when we ask about him, we know he's not well liked.

It's like everyone's afraid of him, I really don't like this.

Lost in thought he never noticed when someone dropped a note in his
pocket. In fact he only noticed it when it fell out of his pocket
when he paid for his soda.

-If you want to know about Rees, meet me outside at 11:15-

That was five minutes ago,
wasn't it?

“Keep the change,” Takagi called to the cashier as he raced out
the door.

“Come on Kudo, why won't you tell me about this case?”

Conan sighed. Heiji was determined at the best of times and a
stubborn mule at the worst. And while he may trust the Kansai
detective, that didn't give him any right to share Danny's secret. Of
course Heiji not believing in ghosts would help that immensely.
Heiji's belief that Phantom was an overblown publicity stunt, on the
other hand, was going to ruffle some feathers.

“Heiji, I am going to the Fenton's to find out when school lets out
and I can get back together with Ran. I will talk to Danny to see if
he wants you involved in his case. I will not discuss the details
until then.”

“And you're sure this isn't just a publicity stunt?”

Conan clenched his fists. “If you suggest that again, I'm kicking
you in the shin, using my shoes.”

Heiji paled a little. He knew that was no idle threat, and that Conan
would never use that threat unless he was really peeved. It didn't
make sense to him. Judging by what Heiji had found out, the Fenton's
had to be behind the ghost hoax. Yet Kudo was showing a strong
loyalty to the family, the kind of loyalty that was hard to earn.

When they got to the Fenton household, Heiji almost did a double
take. Okay, there is something seriously wrong with these people.
Their kids must have been picked on every day of their lives.

“Wait here.” Conan ordered before he vanished inside.

And Heiji waited. For all of three minutes.

“All right Kudo, time to see what you and the Fenton's are hiding.”

“Crime and Punishment! Take you hands off my student!”

Saved by...Lancer?

“This is a police investigation into the murder of Paulina Sanchez.
I am well within my authority.”

“Miss Sanchez's murderer confessed! There's physical evidence both
proving her guilt and exonerating Mr. Fenton.”

“Oh there is is there?” Rees said in a tone that neither Danny,
Takagi, nor Lancer liked. A dismissive tone that said the evidence
didn't matter.

“Officer-” Lancer's tone was shaky, “Unhand that child.”

Holding down Danny with one arm, Rees pulled his piece and pointed it
at Lancer. The overweight teacher was clearly terrified but stood his
ground.

Okay, that's it!

Danny don't!

Ignoring his voice of reason, Danny slammed his head upwards, hearing
a satisfyingly crack as he hit Rees's head. Before the corrupt cop
could react Danny grabbed the wrist of his gun hand and twisted,
forcing him to release the gun. Danny managed a spin kick knocking
the weapon into the locker room where Paulina's body lay before Rees
managed to tackled him again.

“This time, freak, you're going to pay.” Rees hissed into Danny's
ear and he dragged him away.

Happy (Belated Lurker Day)

Sun, 04 Mar 2007 06:01:14 GMT

The Impossible Acquittal, Part 3

Fri, 02 Mar 2007 15:17:11 GMT

Title: The Impossible Acquittal,Part 3
Author: Phantom_Kaito
Rating: K+ / PG-13
Disclaimer: Being female I am neither Butch Hartman or Aoyama Gosho. Guess what that means?
Notes: Sequel to The Impossible Murder.

Previous Chapeters: Prologue; Chapter 1 Chapter 2

There had got to be a law against this...

There is. I told you already.

Yeah, but unless we can make these jerks acknowledge it, we're stuck.

“I'm asking you for the last time, punk, what did you do to Valerie Grey!”

“And I'm telling you for the last time, nothing! She was my friend!”

Keep cool. They want to get you agitated and trick you into confessing something you didn't do.

I know, I know, but you know how much effort it's taking just to keep my eyes from glowing. I wish I could just ghost out of here. Any chance we could switch?

Don't even suggest it!

“Are you ignoring me?”

“You've been asking me the same questions since you grabbed me at school, if anyone's a kidnapper, it's you!”

Danny, that was the wrong thing to say.

The interrogator leaned forward, grabbing the young halfa by his collar. “What was that?”

The door to the room slammed open. “Get your hands off him!”

Jazz?

The red-headed Fenton stormed into the room. “Do you have any idea how many civil rights you are in violation of?” she fumed.

The man's lip curled up. “What I am doing, missy, is holding an investigation into the kidnapping of Valerie Grey. And I don't need a woman who thinks she can do a man's job bothering me.”

Jazz grabbed her brothers arm. “Add sexual discrimination to the list of charges my family will be filing against you Officer-” she glanced at his name tag, “Rees. Any further inquires shall be directed through a lawyer.” With no further ado, she pulled her brother from the room.

~

“God, Danny are you alright?” Jazz started to fuss over her brother as soon as they got into the car.

“I'm fine. I desperately need to blow something up, but I'm fine. What are you doing here?”

“Mom and Dad called me as soon as you were arrested. I flew over as soon as I could. What happened?”

“I'm not sure. One day were at home when I got back from school. The next day they arrested me. They wouldn't let me have a lawyer or call Mom and Dad. Which Ta-I know is illegal.”

Still no going to tell her, huh?

Not the right time for this!

“Well there's no doubt we have grounds for a severe lawsuit, but if I know you little brother, that's not what you're worried about.

“Yeah.” Danny gazed out the window, “What happened to Valerie?”

~

Conan sighed, the remains of his airplane kiddie meal in front of him. He was pretending to sleep, it cut down on the number of airplane attendants who wanted to coo over the adorable child. Although it was kind of funny seeing Ran get jealous but not be able to say anything....

Now she knows what it feels like!

“Soooo how many dead bodies do I have to look forward to?”

Conan's eyes flew open. “Takagi-keiji?”

“Yup.” The cop flopped into the empty seat next to Conan. “Let me guess, you heard about Danny too?”

“Yeah.”

“Found a way to deal with the shivers?”

Conan shook his head. He knew the almost paralyzing cold he felt around malevolent ghosts (Thankfully the only lingering side effect of a near-death experience that had separated him from his body) was going to be a huge liability in a town as haunted as Amity, but that was the least of his worries. There was an almost unnatural hardness in his eyes as he spoke to his friend. “I doubt we're going to find Valerie alive.”

Takagi felt his heart constrict, the part of his mind that was Danny falling deathly silent.

“She's a fighter, which makes it too much of a risk to keep her alive. Especially since no ransom demands have been made.”

“I...I think we can rule out money as a motive. The Grey family doesn't have enough of it to make the risk worthwhile. You know, there's another angle to her disappearance,” Takagi pointed out, trying to bury overwhelming emotions coming from the part of him that was Danny. “One the police wouldn't even know about.”

“You mean the Red Huntress? That the target was Valerie's night time persona, rather than her daytime one. The most likely culprit, then, would be a ghost, which again doesn't give much hope for her being alive.”

“If it were ghosts there would have been boasting. Danny would have heard about it.” Takagi said shortly.

Conan turned his gaze onto his companion. “Are you okay?”

“Danny's in love with Valerie.” Takagi didn't look at the shrunken detective, but rather stared straight ahead.

Conan blinked trying to see the connection. When it hit him his eyes widened to almost comical proportions. “Oh...”

“I know everything he feels, everything he's ever felt. This would be killing him even if he weren't being blamed for it.” he sighed. “I'm going back to my seat. And Conan, please don't tell Danny about this. If he found out Val could be dead, he'd do something...stupid.”

“Fine.” Conan didn't like the idea of lying to Danny, but recognized that they couldn't afford a panicking Phantom flying around a paranoid Amity.

As Takagi went back to his seat, Conan curled up against Ran who had been sleeping against airplane window. “Don't ever leave me.” he whispered as he fell asleep himself.

If he had stayed awake a few more minutes, he would have been aware of the arm that draped around him and the soft return whisper of “Never Shinichi...”

~

“Explain to me again why I'm not on a plane to America?” Sato gave Megure a rather severe look.

“I understand there's an emergency, but I can't afford to let three of my best off at the same time.”

“Three?”

“Yes, you see I'm taking a sabbatical as well.”

“Shiratori-kun?” Sato turned to see the superintendent standing behind her.

“I'll be leaving this afternoon. Will you get some coffee with me?”

Sato was about to refuse when she noticed a strange look in his eyes. Rather than his usual flirting manner he had with her, it was almost a challenge.

“Sure,” she answered shortly, allowing him to lead her to the break room. He didn't try engaging her in conversation until after the coffee had been poured.

“I know you and Takagi lied about the Impossible Murder.”

Sato was suddenly grateful she had a ceramic mug and not a styrofoam cup, else hot coffee would have spilled all over her hands.

“When you two turned me over to the hospital, you told them you found me knocked out near the police station, with a concession from the explosion as a reason for my being unconscious. However I distinctly remember being awake after the explosion. Oddly enough the last thing I remember was heading towards Masters holding cell well after the excitement stopped. Also the hospital you dropped me was not the one closest to the police station, but rather the one were you were getting a statement from Conan, meaning you were closer to that area. The window of your car was shot out by bullet that matched those found in police issue guns and I had strange burns on my clothing not matching any known fire or chemical burns.

Also, ever since then, Takagi has been acting strange, almost as if he were another person at times. You've been more protective of him and I noticed both of you seem to have a close friendship with Kisaki's new intern, none other the the daughter of the prime suspect before Masters. And now both of you suddenly want leave to go to Amity Park, the very town the Fentons are from.”

Sato said nothing and just continued to drink her coffee.

“I'd ask you to tell me the truth but at this point I'm not sure I can believe you'd tell the truth. I pulled strings to get my vacation time passed instead of yours. I'm going to be following Takagi to Amity and find out just what you two are hiding.”

Not waiting for a reply, he dumped out the rest of his coffee and left the room.

~~~~

Dad doesn't understand!

Tue, 14 Nov 2006 00:01:12 GMT

Yes I am aware of how much the title sounds like a whiny teenager. But thats the heart fof the problem. My father diesn't understand. And Unfortuantly it's something important he doesn't understand.

My Job.

Or rather my internship. My unpaid internship.

The job market isn't as nice as when Dad was young. No one will give a fresh-outta-college kid a job. The intership will give me the experiance I need to get a paying job. But all Dad sees is the lack of paychecks. He wants me to quit my job and report the company to the BBB for not paying me.

End result of that...I'm back to spending my free time reading classifieds and watching monster waiting for soemthing to come up, no experiance ad no job.

He says it's because we can't afford for me to not have a paycheck. I might be more worried about that if not for three things.

1)HE was the one who decided to retire a year ahead of schedule and didn't even bothing thingking of how we were going to keep going

2) Social secuirty is giving my sister something around 800 a month.

3) He stayed up late saturday night with Mom and some family friends planning a cruise to the Bermuda's next year.

But I have to give up my intership and hope for retail work at the best because we're short on money?!

I've Been tagged

Sat, 27 May 2006 16:25:21 GMT

Tagged by yutaya

Sadly there's no real story behind by User name. I took Phantom From Danny Phantom and Kaiti from Kaito Kuroba (of DC/MK fame) and smooshed them. I had recently ditched Billie_Jukes as an alias (though my FF.N Account still uses that name) And I was trying to avoid someone who knew my Chiren DeCimal name (Chiren DeCimal is my alter ego, as pictured in this icon. Now THAT name had a story behind it.)

And Yutaya, if you ever want to chat for the sake of chatting, just start a thread on your LJ, and I'll reply ~~I suck at starting conversations~~

*rubs hand together* Who Shall I tag?

obervant_moose
skyechan
kieran_aisling

You're it!

Mouse

Mon, 17 Apr 2006 22:35:44 GMT

I saw the cutest little mouse today. It was a tiny thing, about the size of my thumb and white with one black ear. It was adorable!

Unfortunatly it was under my little sister's bed and she's not as...taken with him as I am (translations she on the phone crying to Mom.)

Mom says we may have to get traps and kill him ;.; I don't wanna kill Mickey (yes, I named him)

Fic Swap: Pearl

Sat, 01 Apr 2006 04:20:01 GMT

Author: Phantom_Kaito
Disclaimer:No own no sue
Rating: G
Challange: Detective Boys
For: socchan
Pairings: Onesided AyumiConan and MitsuhikoAi

Most people have lucky charms. Some people had rabbits feet, others wore four leaf clovers.

Ayumi had a bloody pearl.

She’d saved it from that day at Tropical Land. The day she’s met him.

“Aren’t you the high school detective?"

"Shinichi Kudo’s the name.”

He was nice. And smart. And listened to her account of what had happened in the tunnel. Plus he didn’t tell on them for sneaking in.

“Still carrying around that pearl huh?”

Ayumi started. “Mitsuhiko! Don’t sneak up on me like that! And as a matter of fact yes, I still have my pearl. It’s a memento of our first mystery.”

“You mean it’s a memento of when you met Conan.”

“He wasn’t Conan then,” whispered Ayumi, not protesting his other comment. They were in the same boat after all.

“True. Ever wonder who Ai was before?” Mitsuhiko asked, sitting down next to her.

Ayumi giggled. “Not really. After all, Conan was Conan, just taller.”

“Much taller.” appended Mitsuhiko.

Ayumi elbowed him. “And you?”

“Constantly!” he sighed. “I want to know everything about her!”

“Hey guys, whatcha doing? Ewweee,” Genta grimaced, noticing her keepsake. “You’re still carrying that thing? Gross!”

Ayumi humphed and put her pearl in her pocket.

Genta shook his head at his friends. Honestly, was he the only one who thought falling in love with a shrunken adult was a bad idea? There was that whole statue…statya…thingy that prevented bad adults from dating children.

“Anything new?” Mitsuhiko asked.

Genta shook his head. “It’s not like we have a lot to go on. All we know is some people in black shrunk Conan. Even less about Ai. Why are we doing this again?”

Neither Ayumi nor Mitsuhiko answered. Both were thinking about the night they had disregarded Conan’s protests and snuck into the haunted ‘Eto’ house. The pictures of a seven-year-old Shinichi Kudo that had raised their suspicions. Conan’s mutterings under his breath about catching the men who shrunk him. The similarities to Conan that had led them to suspect Ai as well.

“Because they don’t use their masks around us,” said Mitsuhiko, “They trust us enough to show us who they really are, even if they can’t tell us. They’re our friends.”

“Because they’re victims too,” added Ayumi, “They’re too scared to tell the police, so it’s up to us to help them.”

And because, they both thought, “one of them is the person I love…”

Anyone have a spare opinon?

Tue, 14 Feb 2006 20:18:09 GMT

Working on my class portfolio. Opinions are much appreciates (What do you like, what needs to be fixed etc.)

Linkies

Also if you go to my school, please don't cheat by gawking the programming samples for classwork. Thank You

Chain Letter thingy

Sun, 29 Jan 2006 18:07:49 GMT

I tend to be horrible with Chain letters, so I thiugth I'd try it just once.

Don't laugh at this! Just try it!
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Yay Neko-Con

Mon, 07 Nov 2005 01:06:20 GMT

And so one of the best weekends of my life comes to a close...

This weekend was Neko-con, my first anime convention ever. I loved the panels and workshops. Most of the costumes were awesome, and got to see some old friends I haven't seen in forver (Meesh, Aislen, Babbs)

Also made some new ones, most notably Hoshi_Ryo who I met at a panel on downloading Anime. It was she who intrduced me to the awesome sport of Ed-baiting.

I also discovered somethign very interesting at Neko-con. My little sister is extremely phobic of cosplayers! She saw a few on Friday when we went to get our badges and refused to return to the buildng on Saturday or Sundy.

And, surprise of surprises, Mom picked up Meg's bage and actually went. I think it was an attempt to understand me better, since she doesn't quite get anime. She sat in on one of the panels and confessed to enjoying herself. So much so that she suggested joining me next year!

Also saw detective Acdemy Q for the first time. Kyu rocks! He's like Conan on Happy pills!

Mixed Feelings

Sat, 29 Oct 2005 03:42:08 GMT

Today was my final day at Target. Starting next week I start my new and better job at GameStop. I can't wait, i'm going to love working there.

I've made no secret my feeling that I disliked working at target. it wasnm't someplace I cared for, or (i got the feeling) a place that particularly cared for me. I was practically adancing when I walked in knowing today was my last day.

When I left i could barely keep from crying.

Yeah the work was hard at times, the policys annoying and the head manager a spawn from hell itself. And I wanted to kill some of the customers.

But I met so many good people there to. Brian, who intordced me to my current RPG group and woul joke with me about napalming any reshop that wasn't put up by closing. Lauren, who helped me out when I had an asthma attack on the job and convinced me to go home instead of being stupid and waiting for it to pass. Sandra, who always let me know when I did a good job instead of just expecting me to do it. Steven and morgan, two of the coolest closing managers ever. And Emanual, Lawanda, Shaina, Jimmy, Jimmy, Kawaida, Amanda...

I could go on forever.

I not exactly going far, I mean my new jobs in the same shopping center. But I guess it just hadn't hit me that I'm not going to be part of the team anymore. I'm going to miss everyone so much!

Dammit, now I am crying.

Farewell Target T1225. I'm going to miss you.

rolls eyes

Mon, 29 Aug 2005 06:30:06 GMT

Anyone whose knows me perasonally has heard me say this on occaision -> My dad is not computer savvy.

Being a tchno geek this has on occaion frusterated me beyong belief, resulting in anything varying from eyerolls to suggestions he enroll himself in a microaps course at my college.

Examples:

"How do I stop the spyware checker from running?"

"Hit the cancel button" ie-the only button visable on the screen (Why does he want to stop it?)

or

"I got a new website!"

"No Dad, you got a new email address."

"They're not the same?"

Normally i don't let it get to me too much, but today takes the cake! First he calls me in to ask if a pop up advertising a free laptop was legit. *rolls eyes*

But we he did aftrwards (which I only found out after the fact) ARGGGGGGGGGG. He saw a "find your old high school classmates" pop-up, clicked on it, and filled out a form. Which included personal informatioj, like his CREDIT CARD NUMBER, *whaps head*

I've always known he wasn't computer savvy, but this borders on purew stupidity. We're skating on thin ice as it is, we can't afford an identity theft incident!

I'm starting a motion to ban Dad from the computer. Ineptitude is one thing but ARGGGGGGGGGG

Yay for the Vermont Lady!!!!

Mon, 08 Aug 2005 16:00:26 GMT

"Many letters have been sent to the Valley News concerning the homosexual menace in Vermont. I am the mother of a gay son and I've taken enough from you good people. I'm tired of your foolish rhetoric about the "homosexual agenda" and your allegations that accepting homosexuality is the same thing as advocating sex with children. You are cruel and ignorant. You have been robbing me of the joys of motherhood ever since my children were tiny."

My firstborn son started suffering at the hands of the moral little thugs from your moral, upright families from the time he was in the first grade. He was physically and verbally abused from first grade straight through high school because he was perceived to be gay.

He never professed to be gay or had any association with anything gay, but he had the misfortune not to walk or have gestures like the other boys. He was called "fag" incessantly, starting when he was 6.

In high school, while your children were doing what kids that age should be doing, mine labored over a suicide note, drafting and redrafting it to be sure his family knew how much he loved them. My sobbing 17-year-old tore the heart out of me as he choked out that he just couldn't bear to continue living any longer, that he didn't want to be gay and that he couldn't face a life without dignity.

You have the audacity to talk about protecting families and children from the homosexual menace, while you yourselves tear apart families and drive children to despair. I don't know why my son is gay, but I do know that God didn't put him, and millions like him, on this Earth to give you someone to abuse. God gave you brains so that you could think, and it's about time you started doing that.

At the core of all your misguided beliefs is the belief that this could never happen to you, that there is some kind of subculture out there that people have chosen to join. The fact is that if it can happen to my family, it can happen to yours, and you won't get to choose. Whether it is genetic or whether something occurs during a critical time of fetal development, I don't know. I can only tell you with an absolute certainty that it is inborn.

If you want to tout your own morality, you'd best come up with something more substantive than your heterosexuality. You did nothing to earn it; it was given to you. If you disagree, I would be interested in hearing your story, because my own heterosexuality was a blessing I received with no effort whatsoever on my part. It is so woven into the very soul of me that nothing could ever change it. For those of you who reduce sexual orientation to a simple choice, a character issue, a bad habit or something that can be changed by a 10-step program, I'm puzzled. Are you saying that your own sexual orientation is nothing more than something you have chosen, that you could change it at will? If that's not the case, then why would you suggest that someone else can?

A popular theme in your letters is that Vermont has been infiltrated by outsiders. Both sides of my family have lived in Vermont for generations. I am heart and soul a Vermonter, so I'll thank you to stop saying that you are speaking for "true Vermonters."

You invoke the memory of the brave people who have fought on the battlefield for this great country, saying that they didn't give their lives so that the "homosexual agenda" could tear down the principles they died defending. My 83-year-old father fought in some of the most horrific battles of World War II, was wounded and awarded the Purple Heart.

He shakes his head in sadness at the life his grandson has had to live. He says he fought alongside homosexuals in those battles, that they did their part and bothered no one. One of his best friends in the service was gay, and he never knew it until the end, and when he did find out, it mattered not at all. That wasn't the measure of the man.

You religious folk just can't bear the thought that as my son emerges from the hell that was his childhood he might like to find a lifelong companion and have a measure of happiness. It offends your sensibilities that he should request the right to visit that companion in the hospital, to make medical decisions for him or to benefit from tax laws governing inheritance.

How dare he? you say. These outrageous requests would threaten the very existence of your family, would undermine the sanctity of marriage. You use religion to abdicate your responsibility to be thinking human beings. There are vast numbers of religious people who find your attitudes repugnant. God is not for the privileged majority, and God knows my son has committed no sin.

The deep-thinking author of a letter to the April 12 Valley News who lectures about homosexual sin and tells us about "those of us who have been blessed with the benefits of a religious upbringing" asks: "What ever happened to the idea of striving . . . to be better human beings than we are?"

Indeed, sir, what ever happened to that? "

(pass it on)

Stupid homophobes and religeous agendas. Whatever happened to "love Thy Neighbor", "Thou shalt not kill", stuff like that? I mean come on peeps! Don't toot you higher religeous morality when you can't keep to the basics of your own belief system

Fic Swap: Brand New Day

Sat, 06 Aug 2005 17:24:03 GMT

For Socchan for this weeks fic swap. Ai, Ayumi, And the importance of letting go.

One Week.

It had been a full week since Haibara Ai (formerly known as Miyano Shiho) had done, in her opinion, the worst thing since creating apotoxin.

She had cured it.

A week since Edogawa Conan had moved back to America and Kudo Shinichi had walzed back into Beika.

A week since he had taken Mori-san to dinner, and she had shown up the next morning with a diamond ring gracing her finger.

Ai never thought it would hurt this much.

Oh sure, she had teased Conan about liking him, but she never actually had a crush on him. AT least she didn't think so.

It wasn't until he was gone that she realized how much he had meant to her. He...validated her somehow. She had done him more harm than anyone else, yet he still trusted her.

Ai shook her head, ignoring the light drizzle around her. There was no point in angsting over it. And it wasn't like she'd never see him again. In fact as soon as Shinichi had smoothed things over with Ran, he had sought out the shonen tantei with an offer of sponsership. He knew that with Conan gone, Megure-keibu and the others would never take the kids seriously. Unless of course they had someone like Kudo Shinichi backing them up.

Ai smiled at the thought. The truth was Shinichi, having grown up a lone, treasured what few friends he had. He wasn't going to loose them over a silly little thing like aging ten years.

Ai grinned sadly to herself, but her smile froze when she caught sight of the little cafe across the street. There in the window were none other then Shinichi and Ran. Kissing.

I'm not in love with him. I never was. I'm not crying, there's just rain on my face and it's stinging my eyes

"It's feels like your heart's gone, doesn't it. Like there's this emptiness in your chest and it's tearing you to shreds."

Ai turned startled. She hadn't noticed anyone was there, much less a dripping wet Aymui. Said girl was also staring at the cafe, and unreadable expression on her face. "I always knew it was her, even if I didn't understand why. I loved Conan, but he was never real." Ayumi looked at her, with a sad grin of her own. "I still love him, I think I always will a little. But I have to move on."

"Do Genta and Mitsuhiko know?"

"I don't think so. They were too busy being jealousy of him to really pay attention. Don't try to change the subject"

"It hurts." said Ai, surprised by how calmly she admitted it.

"Yeah. But it'll hurt forever if you let it get the better of you." Suddenly Ayumi grinned,a real grin, not the shadow grins they'd been giving eachother. "Come on the suns coming out. Why don't we go to the arcade?" Without warning Ayumi gave the older girl a peck on the cheek.

Sure enough though, the clouds had parted and warm sunlight bathed the city. Some of that warmth seemth to melt somethign in Ai she hadn't realized was frozen

You know, suddenly the arcade doesn't seem so bad it might even be...fun

Across the street, Shinichi and Ran had gotten up from their table, never noticing the two girls walking to the arcade, hand in hand, holding on to eachother, so they could let go.

Being reminded why I'm agnostic

Fri, 05 Aug 2005 03:52:45 GMT

Meme
True Story. A religion teacher assigned her class an essay on what makes a good Christian. One student wrote about praying nightly, say no to abortion, banning gay marriage, and donating money. The other student wrote about talking to God and allowing people to enjoy their lives, and supporting gay marriage. The day the teacher was to hand the papers back, she called up the second student and told him she would pray for him when he went to hell. The student asked why would he be going to hell, and why he got an F on his paper. The teacher told him that Catholisim is against gay marriage. The student looked at her for a minute, then said aloud, "I'm gay." The teacher kicked him out of class as if he had said fuck or worshiped Satan. A girl in the back of class who had a boyfriend and was obviously straight got up and left too.

If you would leave the classroom, repost this. It doesn't matter if you're straight, bi, or gay. It doesn't matter if you're catholic or not. Everyone is a human being and deserves happiness.

Despite popular belief, I am straight. Most of my friends however are G/L/B. It pisses me off no end when I hear about people like this teacher. I'm very protective of my friends, they're good people I know I can count on and if I'm going to hell for believing that, then bring on the sulfur Baby!!!!

Never Trust your Travel agent

Wed, 03 Aug 2005 06:12:41 GMT

Title: Vacation from WTF
Challenge: Vaction
Rating: R (for Nny being Nny (this means graphic violence, gore, and disturbingness))

x-posted to manycases1truth

Most of Nny's dialog comes from JTHM #3 - A Bad Man. Been trying to think of a way to bring Nny and Conan together for a while now (The uncatchable killer and the ultimate detective) and it just hit me. A lot darker than what I usually write, it scares me. Prolly gonna delete this.

And Yes I know Conan's rabidly OOC at the end. I blame this on the Derry effect. Or whatever's behind Nny's wall, either works.

From the momment he stepped into this town, Conan hated it. What it was, he couldn't say, but a feeling of distaste for this town had registered immeadiatly. If he had his was, they'd be back on a plane to Tokyo already, but nooo. Mr. 'I'm the greatest detective in the world even if I can't remember a thing about my cases' had won an all expense trip to this stupid little american town and damned if he was going to give it up because Conan wasn't happy.

Ran had hit it off with a girl named Devi, which unfortuantly left Conan solely in the 'care' of Kogoro, whihc mainly meant he was striking out on his own. It hadn't taken the chibi detective long to realize there was something wrong with this place.

At first it was just weird stuff (Ham and Peanut flavored Icees? O.o), then more dangerously abnormal (namely the boy who was argueing with his teddy bear about whether or not he should kill his parents). And then there was the house. It wasn't really a house, more of a dilapadated shack with three Sevens hanging next to the door. And the sign "KEEP OFF - it's impolite to walk on the dead"

The closest thing Conan could relate it to was the town of Derry in Stephen Kings 'IT', where the evil that had been hiding in the town had been absorbed into the populace, making them turn a blind eye or helping to commit the atrocities that happened there.

It all came to a head at the mall.

Conan had gotten separated for Kogoro (not that either cared) and was wandering the mall when he bumped into someone. He looked up and felt his innards freeze.

Gin grinned back at him. "Hello detective"

They found me!

Conan whirled around to escape, to to find himself staring at Vodka's legs.

"You should have known we would figure out you were still alive."

He could have screamed for help, and in Beika that might have worked. But like it Derry, Conan knew it would do no good here.

Breaking out to the side, Conan weaved in and out of the crowd, trying to loose them. He snuck out a service dor and into an alley.

Almost immeadiatly he felt Gin's hands around his throat, depriving him of air. His vision blurred and began to fade.

"Sweet Dreams, Detective" he heard Gin say, followed by a few thunks and suddenly Conan could breathe again.

His vision returned and he saw Gin and Vodka on the ground bleeding from thier heads, a gothic looking teen standing over them with a bloody pipe on his hand.

"Ah, you're still alive, good. My name is Johnny, but you may call me Nny." He let out a depressed sigh. "Disgusting places, aren't malls. Breeding grounds for the filth and sickness in the souls of 'humans' I had come to do some expressing on that matter, when I noticed your predicament. Your father doesnt' seem to adept at the whole 'Caring' thing." Nny sighed and began rummaging through a black bag.

Conan nodded in silence. He had the feeling he had more to fear from Nny than Gin, Vodka, and thier organization combined.

"It's your parents who should be teaching you this, but I don't like the idea of you thinking these peices of refuse are anything more than pathetic human defects. Not monsters. Not Boogeymen. Certainly nothing worth devoteing any nightmares to." Nny smiled at Conan "I'll prove it"

He calmy walked over to Gin and cut his hand off, tossing to limb to Conan, who jumped like it was a live snake.

He didn't just...Oh God Conan felt his stomach twisting, his eyes buggin out of there sockets.

"SEE! Bones and Tissue, Tubes and fat!! All sustained by blood. Nothing more than a poorly tended machine. AND LOOK!!" Nny took a strange saw like device used in turn of the century lobotomies. With the skill of a surgeon Nny removed the top of Vodka's skull.

NOT SEEING THIS

"IT HAS A BRAIN! Fueled by the blood the blood that races heavily in times of grotesquely heighted desires and vices. You can see the matter and feel the substance but hands and eyes are useless for sensing the rot and filth that drip form these things!!" The maniac ripped Vodka's brian from his skull and threw it at the nearby wall, splattering grey matter on Conan. Nny then turned his attentions on Gin.

"Two species under one name - Human- separated only by the workings of their minds." Using his bare hands he ripped the long haired mans esophagus out. "Tese ones are human simply in appearance!! A clever disguise for being who are less than animals. The real human are harder to find." Taking his knife, Nny tried to hack through Gin's throat. "Recognize this and know that you are better!! There is nothing wrong with feeling above these sack who are so obviously fucked up. REVEL IN THE SUPERIORITY OF YOUR PERCEPTIONS" with a final swing Gin's head separated from his body.

The Psycopath seemed to calm down then, a calm look belying the atrocities he'd just commited. "Of course these are just my opinoins, as likely to be flawed as anyone elses. You must always assume poeple are speaking from outside. Believe whatever makes sense to you."

He laughed. A normal human laugh that seemed so wrong coming from this souless monster. "Guess this makes all this excess kinda pointless, huh? Oh well, I'd better be going. It's tuesday, and you know what that means: UFOs!"

Nny ran down the alley, swinging Gin's head above his own.

That didn't just happen thought Conan, as he began to emerge from his shock. Both he and the alley were covered in blood and gore, his two worst enemies dead at his feet.

He supposed he should feel sorrow at their passing, but the most he could manage was horrifed shock at what he had seen. FOr these monsters he couldn't elicit a modicun of sympathy. At least nny was under the delusion of helping a child in need.

It was then that Conan saw it. It must have fallen out when Nny hit them initially. Conan opened the small case to make sure it was what he thought it was. Several capsuls of Apotoxin glemaed back at him.

A grin spread across his gore covered face. Gin and Vodka were dead and he was one step away from being cured. And it was all thanks to a homicidal maniac. Heh. Maybe this town wasn't so bad after all.

What a Vacation. What a great vacation.

*quietly files this under "Why the freak did I write this." and hides under the covers*