Hello! It's been a while, but here's another story I wrote today actually - yes, I finally managed to write something in an hour or so! It's short, I know, but there will probably - if inspiration hits me again - be a continuation on this. If so then that one will also have some more detail about the background of the story etc.

I had this idea for quite some time, but my first attempt at writing this wasn't really working out :S Then I saw the newest Super Short Contest on Poirot Cafe - which was themed with "fear" (#4) - and I decided to write this story and tweak it a little to suit the theme. Well, this is my first time participating in a contest, so please read this story and if you like it, go to Poirot Cafe and vote for me~!

Genre; angst, suspense

Rated; K+

Words; 812

Enjoy the story now ^^

With a gasp, Shinichi dropped the plate he'd been drying off just a moment ago. The stone plate fell on the floor and shattered but the sound fell on deaf ears.

"No," Shinichi muttered, "not now."

Closing his eyes he grabbed his head with both hands, covering his ears trying in vain to drown out the sounds. As the memories started to flash inside his mind, he could already feel that cold pain envelop his heart.

It was the complete opposite of the pain he'd felt when transforming back and forth between him and Conan. This was a pain that enveloped him whole and chilled his blood.

Gasping for breath, he dropped to his knees, unfazed by the shards of the platter digging into his knees. Memories were the only thing that occupied his mind. Memories of the take down. Awful memories he never wanted to see ever again.

Once again he had to watch how Haibara was tortured in front of his eyes and that moment when Kazuha was shot. Even his talk with Hattori afterwards was a memory he'd rather forget. His best friend hadn't even wanted to look him in the eyes for getting his girlfriend involved.

Why did you go back to being Shinichi? Everything was so much better as Conan.

"No, it wasn't," Shinichi ground out. Pressing his hands tighter to his head. That cold pain he was feeling; he understood it now as he heard that voice inside his head again.

Nobody likes Kudo Shinichi anymore. Haibara is dead. The Shounen Tantei-dan don't know you.

He didn't want to hear that voice. Every word it said, shot bullets right through his heart. He shouldn't listen. Because everything that thing said, wasn't true either way! Right…?

Hattori doesn't want to talk to you anymore.

"He's just having a hard time because of Kazuha's death," Shinichi tried to counter. But his own voice was weak as he said it, showing he himself had little confidence in that statement.

Even SHE won't talk to you.

"Ran's just busy!" he shouted desperately. After all this time and with everything that happened during the take down, his best friend had had trouble coping with him being back. Time had, instead of enhancing like she always said, made her love fade away.

Not that that mattered. After all, Shinichi's heart had also started to waver. So, naturally since neither felt the same anymore, he'd let her go. It hadn't taken long for her to find someone new.

Has she really been busy ever since you came back three months ago? The voice chuckled. Keep telling yourself that you're not alone. Pathetic.

There was a malice in that voice that he wasn't used to. It didn't used to be like this. Back then the voice had always sounded chirpy, piping up only when necessary. But ever since his return, the voice turned hostile.

"Don't think you can get under my skin," he said and – albeit shakenly – stood up. His body felt weak, tired and, dare he say it, old. The air around him felt as if it were freezing, especially behind him where the voice came from. That malicious voice that wanted nothing more than for him to give up and break down.

Then why are you shaking so much?

Panting Shinichi had to grab the counter to keep himself steady. "I won't let you control me!" he shouted again. But the memories that still plagued his mind, made him weak and unable to think properly.

The screams, the gunshots, the blood, all of them filled his head, tortured him from the inside. He couldn't let him win. Even when thinking normally was difficult, he couldn't let that get to him.

It got more difficult as he could feel the other moving towards him, feel his cold hatred come closer. Shinichi could feel him towering over him, even if that should be impossible.

If only you'd stayed the way you were. Then none of this would've happened. None of your friends would've gotten hurt.

"Shut up!" Shinichi shouted. "None of this would've happened if you had never come into existence!" Spinning around, Shinichi looked at the bespectacled boy, standing behind him. Azure eyes bore into his with a hatred that made his legs weak and give out from under him.

I'll make you suffer for this hell you put me in. He spoke, so softly, so emotionless, that Shinichi felt a shiver run down his spine. You can't make me disappear! The boy said, spitting the words out with as much disgust as was possible.

Shinichi knew the cold pain that enveloped him. After all, he'd experienced it before. But this time seemed so much worse. He'd never felt it stronger than he was feeling it right now, towards this boy, towards his old life.

Towards Conan he felt nothing anymore, but fear.

Hope you guys liked it! Also, one of these days I might upload another story I've been really into these past few weeks. Hope to see you guys soon and don't forget to leave a review! If you have any tips, feel free to help me, but remember to be nice ^.^