Post by Maguffin on Jan 24, 2006 22:32:33 GMT -5
RATED PG
AceOfSpades: If you haven't figured it out yet- I'm YumeTakato on fanfiction.net.
Takato: Originally, this fan fiction was going to be a ONE SHOT. Now- it has been changed into an epic fic that I have decided will be a pre-movie 10-based story. Taking ideas and speculations from the small bit of trailer and translation of story scenario, I shall take movie 10, and turn it into its own personal fan fiction. Hopefully, I will have enough drive to do everything this time, unlike Sun and the Moon, and hopefully, I will be at least halfway done with it before the theatre date of April. Mrew!
Disclaimer: Whatever insanity occurs is due to my own… wait, huh? Darnnit, another side-tracked start. -agitated sigh- What happened to the days when Disclaimers were simple? Oh yeah… I got into College. -sigh-
I really need to write more Aoko/Kaito or something other than Shinichi and Ran. Maybe it’ll happen in this fic
…move on fool! Move on!
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Waking Ashland, Sing me to Sleep
Note: The lyrics are bold and italic, and shall be my space breakers, meaning, they are a part of the scene change.
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It was spring, a nice day that brought the beginnings of the summer to come and warmth to those all around. It was what everyone who awaited the melting of snow- for it to become spring. Flowers had started blooming a while ago, and color was starting to return to people’s lives, and it showed. They were happier, nicer, and in general, people wanted to actually go outside.
Yet, all of this was ignored by the 9-year-old boy rushing through the streets of town, trying to get home after being held behind to clean the classroom himself. His breath came out in gasps, panting as he made his way through the crowds of people.
He was once famous, a name spoken from almost everyone and anyone’s lips, Kudo Shinichi.
Now, he was a nameless face, a teenager trapped in the body of a boy named Edogawa Conan.
Shinichi continued on, at the moment uninhibited by his bouts of depression over his situation.
Ran didn’t cry all the time except with his occasional phone call, and the Crows had been hibernating, so to speak.
The boy made his way up the stairs in a manner that showed just how much of a home his ‘temporary home’ had become without his knowing. He opened the door and called out to those within, “Tadaimasu!”
Ran smiled from the hallway as she was opening the door to her room, “Welcome back, Conan!”
Kogoro replied with a, “Get out of my office, runt.”
Shinichi rolled his eyes and got out of the office area and entered the hallway that led to the bedroom’s. He smiled as he looked up to Ran, “How was school, Ran-neechan?”
Ran smiled more as she went in and started fixing her desk to start her homework as Conan followed her inside, “It was fine. You know tomorrow’s my Championship match, right?”
Conan nodded, “Yup!” Of course he knew, he could hear her practicing-
On her father.
Conan laughed mentally, remembering Kogoro’s ‘lesson’ in what bad karma occurs after hitting ‘defenseless little boys’ for a couple of years. He was sure Kogoro was sporting a pretty decently sized bump on the back of his head… and elsewhere.
They rest of the day passed as usual, until night came, and everyone went to bed for the night as they prepared for Ran’s matches.
There is something watching, waiting
Ran was winning, as he knew she would. She always could defeat whatever came her way, it was always a part of her that Shinichi enjoyed- except when he himself was on the receiving end of her blazing fury, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. Sure, people would probably think of their relationship as rather drab… Childhood friends falling in love and promising to wait for the other, but there was so much more to it than that…
It had been proven throughout the time he stayed with her.
He had grown considerably since the first time he was brought to the Mouri’s by Ran…
Shinichi realized Ran could tell him just about anything, being as he was still ‘young’ and that somehow, it was ok to spill her guts to him. Things that most of the time, Shinichi wasn’t supposed to know.
Those were nights that, as much as he felt her love for him, and was happy for it…
Those were the nights he cried. For betraying her trust, her friendship, her very own feelings…
They were also the nights Shinichi would start singing to himself ‘Break my heart…’ by TWO MIX to amuse himself, to make it so that in the morning he could be Conan again, and not Shinichi.
As he mused while he watched her fight, he suddenly felt eyes upon him, leering with an incredible intensity, that he couldn’t help but turn so roughly that he about toppled over into the next row of seats, startling the excited fans around him. He laughed it off and stood up again as he rubbed the back of his head before letting his arm down by his side, looking around for who had been looking at him.
He found nothing to be suspicious of, especially with the amount of people there…
But of course, Shinichi had learned you could never really count on the amount of casualties a person brought upon the world, especially if they didn’t give a care who or what was hurt or killed.
It was then that Ayumi, Mitsuhiko, and Genta appeared in the corner of his vision, coming towards him, “Conan-kun!”
Shinichi was slightly startled by their presence, “You guys-! What are you doing here!”
The three smiled, “Agasa-hakase told us about Ran-neechan’s match, and came to cheer her on, of course! It’s the least we can do since Shinichi-niichan’s not here to see here kick-butt!”
Conan laughed, “Ah, I see.”
Then there was pain, red-hot, seering, a pain he had felt more than he had ever really cared for.
He collapsed, gasping for air as he held himself tightly, clutching his shirt just where his heart was. What was going on? Was he having a heart-attack? Was he shot? It wasn’t possible for him to just turn back into Shinichi- that wasn’t probable, so what was going on!
The kids crowded around him crying and worried as Kogoro joined them in concern after touching the boy’s suddenly hot skin. Ran had already finished her match and had run over, also joining the crowd in concern for the now collapsed boy.
Shinichi concentrated on his body, feeling the sickening rush of slick fresh blood rise up his throat, causing him to cough and create an even bigger seen of horror.
Lithe fingers grabbed his shoulders, a young man suddenly coming to assist, “Conan!”
That voice… It was familiar. He looked up slowly, Ran next to the unknown boy staring in shock- though obviously concerned. At the same time of her shock, she was trying to keep the Detective Boys from seeing more than their share to fuel a nightmare with.
He gasped a few times, finally gaining the ability to speak though his voice sounded rather raspy and startling to his own ears, “Who are you?”
The boy smiled slightly, though it quickly died, “A friend.”
Conan took a shuddering breath before he laughed softly to himself, letting his head hang as it had before as he was unable to hold himself up anymore, “Am I shot?”
The other tightened his grip, “No.”
Then it hit him again.
Pain.
He gasped, his whole frame shuddering as he prepared for another attack, his coughing fit occurring again, though without as much blood as the first time.
This wasn’t normal.
Was he finally going to die?
Cold.
His breath caught in his throat, the teen holding onto his shoulders suddenly picked him up and held him in an awkward bridal style, making him lay half on the floor, “Conan.”
“What!” Shinichi screeched as he glared at the boy, positioned to look at his blurry face, “What?”
The teen’s lips formed into a straight line, “The paramedics are coming.”
What was that supposed to do for him, “I don’t care.”
The teen rolled his eyes, somehow feeling it was best to let ‘Conan’ have his snit. He was in pain, if anything about how he could tell that Conan was purposely not letting his body move into a fetal position as he still held tightly onto his shirt, above his heart.
Glare
Shinichi’s body froze as he jerked his head up again, frantically looking for the person who was leering at him, laughing at his fate, “Come out! Stop looking at me like that!”
The people around him were startled by his outburst, the teen holding him suddenly becoming alert. He held onto Shinichi a little bit tighter to perhaps, protect him even more, “I knew it.”
Shinichi’s mind stopped.
I knew it
Knew what! He would have asked if it weren’t for another dreaded fit of coughing blood engulfing him, causing the other boy to snap back to his “patient.”
“Conan, I’m going to get you out of here.”
I knew it.
There are some things that should simply remain a
“Mystery.. Solved.”
The teen paused, already having gotten halfway up, “Huh?”
Conan grinned up at the teen, choking back his pain as he swallowed roughly, “Your voice…” Shinichi laughed, “You are…” Kid…
He passed out.
The figure left, sneering after watching the teen run with the boy out of the auditorium.
AceOfSpades: If you haven't figured it out yet- I'm YumeTakato on fanfiction.net.
Takato: Originally, this fan fiction was going to be a ONE SHOT. Now- it has been changed into an epic fic that I have decided will be a pre-movie 10-based story. Taking ideas and speculations from the small bit of trailer and translation of story scenario, I shall take movie 10, and turn it into its own personal fan fiction. Hopefully, I will have enough drive to do everything this time, unlike Sun and the Moon, and hopefully, I will be at least halfway done with it before the theatre date of April. Mrew!
Disclaimer: Whatever insanity occurs is due to my own… wait, huh? Darnnit, another side-tracked start. -agitated sigh- What happened to the days when Disclaimers were simple? Oh yeah… I got into College. -sigh-
I really need to write more Aoko/Kaito or something other than Shinichi and Ran. Maybe it’ll happen in this fic
…move on fool! Move on!_____________________________________________
Waking Ashland, Sing me to Sleep
Note: The lyrics are bold and italic, and shall be my space breakers, meaning, they are a part of the scene change.
_____________________________________________
Chapter 1
It was spring, a nice day that brought the beginnings of the summer to come and warmth to those all around. It was what everyone who awaited the melting of snow- for it to become spring. Flowers had started blooming a while ago, and color was starting to return to people’s lives, and it showed. They were happier, nicer, and in general, people wanted to actually go outside.
Yet, all of this was ignored by the 9-year-old boy rushing through the streets of town, trying to get home after being held behind to clean the classroom himself. His breath came out in gasps, panting as he made his way through the crowds of people.
He was once famous, a name spoken from almost everyone and anyone’s lips, Kudo Shinichi.
Now, he was a nameless face, a teenager trapped in the body of a boy named Edogawa Conan.
Shinichi continued on, at the moment uninhibited by his bouts of depression over his situation.
Ran didn’t cry all the time except with his occasional phone call, and the Crows had been hibernating, so to speak.
The boy made his way up the stairs in a manner that showed just how much of a home his ‘temporary home’ had become without his knowing. He opened the door and called out to those within, “Tadaimasu!”
Ran smiled from the hallway as she was opening the door to her room, “Welcome back, Conan!”
Kogoro replied with a, “Get out of my office, runt.”
Shinichi rolled his eyes and got out of the office area and entered the hallway that led to the bedroom’s. He smiled as he looked up to Ran, “How was school, Ran-neechan?”
Ran smiled more as she went in and started fixing her desk to start her homework as Conan followed her inside, “It was fine. You know tomorrow’s my Championship match, right?”
Conan nodded, “Yup!” Of course he knew, he could hear her practicing-
On her father.
Conan laughed mentally, remembering Kogoro’s ‘lesson’ in what bad karma occurs after hitting ‘defenseless little boys’ for a couple of years. He was sure Kogoro was sporting a pretty decently sized bump on the back of his head… and elsewhere.
They rest of the day passed as usual, until night came, and everyone went to bed for the night as they prepared for Ran’s matches.
There is something watching, waiting
Ran was winning, as he knew she would. She always could defeat whatever came her way, it was always a part of her that Shinichi enjoyed- except when he himself was on the receiving end of her blazing fury, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. Sure, people would probably think of their relationship as rather drab… Childhood friends falling in love and promising to wait for the other, but there was so much more to it than that…
It had been proven throughout the time he stayed with her.
He had grown considerably since the first time he was brought to the Mouri’s by Ran…
Shinichi realized Ran could tell him just about anything, being as he was still ‘young’ and that somehow, it was ok to spill her guts to him. Things that most of the time, Shinichi wasn’t supposed to know.
Those were nights that, as much as he felt her love for him, and was happy for it…
Those were the nights he cried. For betraying her trust, her friendship, her very own feelings…
They were also the nights Shinichi would start singing to himself ‘Break my heart…’ by TWO MIX to amuse himself, to make it so that in the morning he could be Conan again, and not Shinichi.
As he mused while he watched her fight, he suddenly felt eyes upon him, leering with an incredible intensity, that he couldn’t help but turn so roughly that he about toppled over into the next row of seats, startling the excited fans around him. He laughed it off and stood up again as he rubbed the back of his head before letting his arm down by his side, looking around for who had been looking at him.
He found nothing to be suspicious of, especially with the amount of people there…
But of course, Shinichi had learned you could never really count on the amount of casualties a person brought upon the world, especially if they didn’t give a care who or what was hurt or killed.
It was then that Ayumi, Mitsuhiko, and Genta appeared in the corner of his vision, coming towards him, “Conan-kun!”
Shinichi was slightly startled by their presence, “You guys-! What are you doing here!”
The three smiled, “Agasa-hakase told us about Ran-neechan’s match, and came to cheer her on, of course! It’s the least we can do since Shinichi-niichan’s not here to see here kick-butt!”
Conan laughed, “Ah, I see.”
Then there was pain, red-hot, seering, a pain he had felt more than he had ever really cared for.
He collapsed, gasping for air as he held himself tightly, clutching his shirt just where his heart was. What was going on? Was he having a heart-attack? Was he shot? It wasn’t possible for him to just turn back into Shinichi- that wasn’t probable, so what was going on!
The kids crowded around him crying and worried as Kogoro joined them in concern after touching the boy’s suddenly hot skin. Ran had already finished her match and had run over, also joining the crowd in concern for the now collapsed boy.
Shinichi concentrated on his body, feeling the sickening rush of slick fresh blood rise up his throat, causing him to cough and create an even bigger seen of horror.
Lithe fingers grabbed his shoulders, a young man suddenly coming to assist, “Conan!”
That voice… It was familiar. He looked up slowly, Ran next to the unknown boy staring in shock- though obviously concerned. At the same time of her shock, she was trying to keep the Detective Boys from seeing more than their share to fuel a nightmare with.
He gasped a few times, finally gaining the ability to speak though his voice sounded rather raspy and startling to his own ears, “Who are you?”
The boy smiled slightly, though it quickly died, “A friend.”
Conan took a shuddering breath before he laughed softly to himself, letting his head hang as it had before as he was unable to hold himself up anymore, “Am I shot?”
The other tightened his grip, “No.”
Then it hit him again.
Pain.
He gasped, his whole frame shuddering as he prepared for another attack, his coughing fit occurring again, though without as much blood as the first time.
This wasn’t normal.
Was he finally going to die?
Cold.
His breath caught in his throat, the teen holding onto his shoulders suddenly picked him up and held him in an awkward bridal style, making him lay half on the floor, “Conan.”
“What!” Shinichi screeched as he glared at the boy, positioned to look at his blurry face, “What?”
The teen’s lips formed into a straight line, “The paramedics are coming.”
What was that supposed to do for him, “I don’t care.”
The teen rolled his eyes, somehow feeling it was best to let ‘Conan’ have his snit. He was in pain, if anything about how he could tell that Conan was purposely not letting his body move into a fetal position as he still held tightly onto his shirt, above his heart.
Glare
Shinichi’s body froze as he jerked his head up again, frantically looking for the person who was leering at him, laughing at his fate, “Come out! Stop looking at me like that!”
The people around him were startled by his outburst, the teen holding him suddenly becoming alert. He held onto Shinichi a little bit tighter to perhaps, protect him even more, “I knew it.”
Shinichi’s mind stopped.
I knew it
Knew what! He would have asked if it weren’t for another dreaded fit of coughing blood engulfing him, causing the other boy to snap back to his “patient.”
“Conan, I’m going to get you out of here.”
I knew it.
There are some things that should simply remain a
“Mystery.. Solved.”
The teen paused, already having gotten halfway up, “Huh?”
Conan grinned up at the teen, choking back his pain as he swallowed roughly, “Your voice…” Shinichi laughed, “You are…” Kid…
He passed out.
The figure left, sneering after watching the teen run with the boy out of the auditorium.
I usually don't have the attention span to read long fanfictions, but this one sucked me right in. you're writing's really good. man, I wish I could write like that 