HEY GUYS! Wow I said I would upload this like a year ago. Whoops. ^^'' Anyway! Here is the hopefully long awaited long ass Detective Conan fic! Enjoy! 。(⌒∇⌒。)

Quick disclaimer! I do not own Detective Conan or 'And Then There Were None'.

And Then There Were Some

Chapter One

The car bounced along the mountain road, jostling its poor passengers. "Dad, can you PLEASE stop driving like a maniac?!" Ran cried, hanging onto the car door for dear life. The car hurtled over a stone bridge.

"Not a chance!" Kogorou laughed, "Yoko Okino wants to meet me in a secluded house in the middle of nowhere! Certainly you know what that means!"

Sitting in the back seat with his glasses hanging precariously on the edge of his nose, Conan grumbled, "Ms. Okino didn't send you that letter, idiot."

"What's that, shrimp?"

"I said Ms. Okino couldn't be the one who sent you that letter because the initials read U.N.O.! Since when does 'Yoko' or 'Okino' start with a 'u'?" Honestly, I don't think this man made it past primary school, Conan thought irritably, readjusting his glasses. Kogorou ignored the grumpy detective and continued to speed along the bumpy road, knocking Conan's glasses straight off. Before he could pick them up again, the car came to a screeching halt and Conan clonked his head on the back of Ran's seat.

"Ow ow ow…"

"Conan! Are you okay?" Ran asked, turning around to look at the short detective. Conan nodded, so she faced her father and scolded, "You could have really hurt him!"

"He'll be fine. Look at the size of this place!" Kogorou exclaimed. Despite his grumbling and now throbbing head, Conan looked out of the window and was breath taken by the mansion. It was a good four stories tall with ornate marble columns and stained glass windows. The doors were tall and made of a fine oak. It appeared to be of French design, given the various fleur de lis worked into the windows and gate. It was truly a beautiful place.

"Gorgeous…" Ran whispered. She forgot her anger and helped her father unload some of the luggage from the trunk. As Conan exited the car rubbing his head, the tall iron gate opened for the guests to enter.

"Ah, Ran, be a dear for me and take this stuff to the door while I park in a better spot," Kogorou said. Without waiting for an answer, he hopped in the car and drove through the gate. Ran huffed, but did as she was asked.

Conan took ahold of one of the bags and asked Ran, "Can I help?"

"If you'd like. These bags are heavy, though," she replied. Ran picked up one while Conan dragged the other.

Damn, this is really, really heavy! Who's bag is this? He opened the bag slightly, but that turned out to be a huge mistake as the bag practically exploded with Yoko Okino merchandise. "I should have guessed," Conan sighed, stuffing the junk back into Kogorou's bag. He dragged the heavy bag up to the front steps just as the man himself walked round the corner, whistling and twirling his keys.

"Oh good~! Glad you got that done." Kogorou lit up a cigarette and asked himself, "I wonder where Ms. Okino is…? I thought she'd be here to greet me!"

"She probably isn't here to greet you because she isn't here at all," Conan muttered. This was met with a sharp thwack on the head.

"Did it sound like I was talking to you?"

Ran ushered Conan away from Kogorou and snapped, "Dad, stop hitting him! You could really damage his brain or something!"

I think my brain is already damaged just from listening to him talk, Conan thought bitterly. Kogorou shrugged and looked back at the gate as another car pulled in.

"That must be her!" Kogorou giggled like a schoolgirl and ran to open the door for her. "It's so nice to see you, Ms. Okin—" He stopped talking straight away when he saw an old, wrinkled, agitated face.

"Excuse me sir," the driver said, turning round to face Kogorou, "Are you the butler we were told to meet? If not then I suggest backing away from the car." Kogorou did just that and the old man climbed out of the car. He seemed to creak with every step. He glared at Kogorou with cold eyes.

"I am Head Judge Taro Wakahisa. You'd best remember that," Wakahisa snapped. Kogorou nodded quickly and let the old judge and his driver pass. The driver carried the judge's bags. Soon, more cars lined the cobblestone driveway and more people gathered at the front doors, chatting and milling about.

Eventually, the large oak doors slowly creaked open, revealing an ornately decorated foyer. A glass chandelier hung from the ceiling, illuminating the large room. Everyone filed inside and the doors shut behind them. The foyer, upon closer inspection, had several large tapestries, depicting strange beasts and battles, adorning the walls.

Conan couldn't help but admire the beautiful room. This is all very nice, but where is our host? he thought. Almost as if on cue, two people, a man and a woman, appeared on either staircase leading up from the foyer. They walked down the stairs slowly and almost mechanically.

"Welcome to the manor. I am Kazuki Ibuka, and this is my wife, Satomi Ibuka. We will be taking care of you for the duration of your stay," Mr. Ibuka said slowly. He and Mrs. Ibuka bowed to their guests, and their guests bowed back.

"I will show you to your rooms. Please follow me," Mrs. Ibuka said. And she did just that. She led the nine guests to their individual rooms. She wasn't expecting a ninth visitor, so she allowed Conan to stay in Ran's room. "Dinner will be served in five minutes," she said in a monotone voice. Mrs. Ibuka left silently, as if she were never there in the first place.

Ran unpacked her and Conan's clothes into the empty dresser and asked, "Seems like a nice place, huh, Conan?" But Conan was deep in thought.

Somehow this all seems very familiar…

"Conan?"

"Hm? What? Yeah it's great all right. Eh heh heh…" What is it that is so eerily familiar about this whole situation? I guess I'll have to wait and see…

Everyone sat around the dinner table and enjoyed an excellent meal. Ten little china soldiers lined the middle of the table. The guests had introduced themselves:

"Taro Wakahisa. Head Judge," Wakahisa said sourly.

"Masami Tojo, and I do expect you to remember it," Tojo snapped. She was a sharp-faced woman who had no patience for the younger generations.

"Dr. Yamato Tsukuda. If you ever feel ill during our stay, please come see me!" Dr. Tsukuda said kindly. He seemed a very sad man under his happy, round face.

While lighting a cigarette, the fourth guest said, "Himura. That's all ya need to know."

"General Daiki Hamasaki, at your service," General Hamasaki said, saluting. He was easily the oldest out of all of the guests. He must have been eighty at least.

"Hiroshi Moto," the final guest smirked. He downed a glass of whiskey. His smug character was matched only by his striking good looks. Moto may as well have been a god of beauty.

Conan eyed each of the guests as they talked and ate merrily (with the exception of Tojo and Wakahisa, that is; they sat silently and ate with bitter expressions). The little detective nibbled at this food and thought, These people don't have any connection to each other… other than a few friends of friends maybe… why are we all here? And why is this all so damn familiar?! A small bell sounded and Mr. Ibuka entered the dining room.

"I do hope dinner was to your liking," he said, bowing.

"Fine, fine! Bring me another glass of whiskey!" Moto shouted, "And make it snappy, man!"

"There will be drinks provided in the lounge, sir," Mr. Ibuka sighed, "Your host has asked me to bring you all there after dinner. Please follow me." The nine guests stood and followed the butler through the halls to the lounge. Moto immediately went to the bar, followed closely by Kogorou and Himura. The remaining guests chatted amongst themselves, remarking on the worsening weather, gossiping about the goings-on round Tokyo, and so on.

Only Conan saw Mrs. Ibuka put on a record called 'Swan Song'. Why do I know that name?!... wait! He dashed towards the record player, but a booming voice stopped him dead in his tracks.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Silence please!"

The guests stopped talking, their eyes darting round the room, trying to see who was speaking. No! I know why it's so familiar now! Conan thought, his heart sinking.

"You are charged with the following indictments:

"Yamato Tsukuda, that you did on the 25th day of March, 1980, cause the death of Mao Watanabe.

"Masami Tojo, that upon the 9th of October, 1986, you were responsible for the death of Momoka Fujimoto.

"Yoshirou Himura, that upon a date in December, 1983, you were guilty of the deaths of twenty-one men, members of the United States Army.

"Daiki Hamasaki, that on the 2nd of June, 1943 you deliberately sent your wife's lover, Jiro Sugase, to his death.

"Hiroshi Moto, that upon the 25th day of November last, you were guilty of the murder of Akira and Mitsuko Yamaguchi.

"Kazuki Ibuka and Satomi Ibuka, that on the 6th of May, 1984, you brought about the death of Steven Gladwin Sampson.

"Taro Wakahisa, that upon the 10th day of June, 1985, you were guilty of the murder of Katashi Hashimoto.

"Kogorou Mouri, that you brought about the death of Yumi Hoshikori on July 5th, 1994.

"Ran Mouri, that on the 4th day of May, 1995, you killed Shinichi Kudo.

"Prisoners at the bar, have you anything to say in your defense?"