Case Closed Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ CHIBI EVIL! ❯ Prologue

~CHIBI EVIL!~
a fic by Mel the Redcap
inspired-- er, caused-- er, inflicted upon the author
by Dogmatix

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PREAMBLE

This fic is all Dogmatix's fault. All of it, I tell
you... I'm taking no responsibility. Nope. None at
all. It's not as if I didn't have plenty of other
things lined up waiting for me to write them. I never
would have thought of the idea behind this in a pink
fit.

It's not _my_ fault that she likes drawing chibis.
It's not _my_ fault that she likes drawing Crawford
and Schuldig from 'Weiss Kreuz'. It's _really_ not my
fault that she likes drawing Sesshoumaru from
'Inuyasha'. (You hear that, Fluffy-sama?! I didn't do
this to you, it was her! Don't kill me!) And it's not
_my_ fault that she... um... well, actually, it may be
at least partly my fault that she likes 'Meitantei
Conan'. *eheh* oh well.

Whatever. The really important part of this is that I
did not, at any time, suggest that she should draw the
pic that inspired this fic. The one of Crawford,
Schuldig, and Sesshoumaru as kiddy versions of
themselves, talking to a flabbergasted Edogawa Conan /
Kudo Shinichi. (Okay, so Fluffy-sama is glaring at
him, same thing.) She came up with that idea ALL BY
HERSELF. And then she told me about it. And then she
drew it. And then she _showed_ me. On a day when I was
suffering from exam stress and really needed something
silly to do to take my mind off it. So, basically,
Dogmatix _forced_ me to write this fic, that tells the
story of what happened before that scene... and what
came after.

You can see that it's not my fault, can't you? Can't
you?!

So... this fic is dedicated to Dogmatix, she who draws
some of the best bishies (and scariest chibis) around,
because it was her kinky little mind that came up with
the idea:

"What if Crawford, Schuldig, and Sesshoumaru all got
chibified by the same drug that turned Kudo Shinichi
into Edogawa Conan?"

Right. Let's get on with this insanity, so I can get
it out of my head and go back to writing _normal_
stuff, like Warped Mirrors.

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REASONABLY STANDARD DISCLAIMER
I don't own any of the mangas or animes that have been
dragged into this mess, or any of their characters. I
don't even lay claim to the basic situation I've
dumped them into -- re-read the bit above if you don't
remember why! I told you, It's Not My Fault. I'm not
making any money off this or attempting to infringe
the rights of their copyright owners in any way, I'm
just borrowing them for the purposes of... uhhh...
well, if you have a strange and twisted mind, I
suppose you could call it entertainment...

Edogawa Conan / Kudo Shinichi is from 'Meitantei
Conan'. Brad Crawford and Schuldig are from 'Weiss
Kreuz'. Sesshoumaru is from 'Inuyasha'. (Yes, sorry,
no Gundam Wing... but that was one of the things I
needed a break from!)

KIND OF STANDARD WARNING BITS
Fluff. Weirdness. Major crossover and AU. Humour. We
have three of the most dangerous guys in anime running
around chibified, so if you think this is going to be
serious you've got another think coming. If this turns
out right, eating or drinking while reading this may
be hazardous to your health and your computer's
keyboard/screen/any other bits that get hit by
jet-propelled soda or crumbs. Violence. OOC, probably
_severely_ so. Ummm... occasional sexual comments and
innuendo, but nothing kinky actually happening; even a
dedicated Hentai Onna like myself can't do much with
seven- and ten-year-old kids without squicking
herself, no matter how old the minds in those bodies
are!

PROLOGUE

"Hey, Shinichi! Got a moment?"

Kudo Shinichi, former high-school detective, controlled his automatic flinch and turned around slowly, innocent little-kid mask falling into place. "Sorry, you musta got the wrong person!" he chirped, relaxing as he saw that the person accosting him was just a boy. Two boys, really, about six years old, his own apparent age... *Weird; that was a deep voice for a kid to have!* "I'm Conan!"

"Of _course_ you are," the dark-haired one drawled. "Then how did you know I was talking to you and not some other kid?"

"Ah, well, Ran-nee-chan's got a friend called Shinichi so I guess I just... ehehe!" Shinichi giggled, faking embarrassment and kicking himself mentally. *Stupid! Gotta watch that, or I'll do it at the wrong time and _really_ end up in trouble!*

The other kid flicked messy red hair out of his eyes and snickered, grinning nastily. "Yeah, that was kinda stupid all right. Isn't the Great Eastern Detective supposed to pay more attention to detail?"

*...what?!* Suddenly sweating, Shinichi/Conan stepped back, taking a sharper, second look at the two boys. *Something's wrong here, they look like normal kids but they're sure not acting like it!*

"I bet _you_ didn't act like a normal kid right after you got shrunk either," the redhead pointed out, crossing his arms casually. "And no, you didn't say that out loud."

"..."

"Try not to traumatize him _too_ much, Schuldig," the other boy sighed, pushing his glasses further up his nose. "We _do_ need him in working order."

Mentally free-wheeling in shock, Shinichi noticed that he and the dark-haired kid were dressed almost exactly alike, right down to the bow tie, in contrast to the red-haired kid's baggy slacks, loose belted tunic and headband... Watching him almost clinically, as if he was waiting to see if he'd snap or not, the redhead suddenly grinned again. "Oh, if you think _I'm_ dressed weird, wait until you see what Mörder's got on!"

"_Murder_?" the flabbergasted detective squeaked, repeating the English word. "What are you--"

"No, not 'murder'," Red sighed, rolling his eyes. "'Mörder'. Yes it sounds the same, but it's a different word, trust me, German not English and actually it means 'Killer'. Which is a damn good nickname for our fluffy-tailed friend, I think, and he hasn't killed me for using it yet so I figure he can't disagree _too_ much!"

"Schu..." Dark said warningly.

*That's it. This is _too_ weird. I'm being accosted by a pair of refugees from a kiddy asylum who've stalked me long enough to work out who I am, and I refuse to consider any other possibility because the alternative is to believe that those two have been shrunk just like me (no problem) and he's _telepathic_ (BIG problem)!*

"Oh come on now... whatever happened to 'There Is Only One Truth'?" Red called after him as he turned to bolt.

The miniature lunatics didn't seem to be following Shinichi as he ducked around a clump of bushes, heading towards the centre of the park where there would be open spaces and more people. *_Sane_ people. Crowds to get lost in, other kids to distract them, _witnesses_--*

The thought cut off as he ran full-tilt into someone and staggered backwards, falling flat on his rear. "Ooof! Sorry, I didn't... see..." His voice trailed off as he saw exactly _what_ he'd run into, and he could feel his thoughts shutting down.

*Oh. Now I know what Sonoko meant when she talked about getting a 'white brain freeze' in the middle of an exam...*

He could hear light footsteps approaching from behind, but he couldn't take his eyes off the slim figure glaring down at him... About nine or ten years old, if he was any judge (and he'd been getting plenty of practice at working out kids' ages since he was chibified). Pale skin. Metallic-gold eyes with catlike slit pupils. Long, _long_ silver-white hair, caught up in a high ponytail but still flowing down until it nearly brushed the ankle-length grass. Red stripes on cheeks and clenched fists. Faded and frayed hakama and kimono, obviously originally intended for someone much larger and raggedly cut down to fit a smaller frame. Something white and incredibly fluffy wrapped up over one shoulder and trailing behind, end twitching... like a _tail_...

*Weird clothes,* Shinichi thought, feeling a bubble of hysterical laughter welling up in his chest. *Fluffy tail. Logically, given what _he_ just said...*

"Mörder, I presume?" he said giddily, feeling his lips draw back in a crazy grin.

"Excellent deduction!" Two heads blocked the sunlight as they leaned over him from behind, both faces grinning cheerfully. "But since you seem to be calling me 'Red', and Crawford 'Dark'," Schuldich continued, "I guess that makes Mörder 'White'?"

END PROLOGUE
TO BE CONTINUED

Author's Note: Yes, yes, I realise, the scene of
their meeting doesn't actually match the pic Dogmatix
drew. That's because that's going to happen _later_.
Heh.

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