me: I actually wrote this before I wrote "Tomorrow," so there will be a lot of similar points in this. This is another unfinished work from the junk drawer that is my brain. Tee hee.
To clarify things:
This is from the view of a bystander.
This is what is written on a computer screen.
This is from Haibara's point of view.
Got it?
Shinichi: Honestly, you make everything so complicated!
me: Oh, be quiet. You try writing fanfiction...oh wait, you can't. You're a fictional character.
Shinichi: Am not!
me: Are too!
Ran: Stop arguing with the author, Conan-kun. Oh wait...are you Shinichi? No, you're Conan-kun. No, you're Shinichi! WHO ARE YOU, ANYWAY?
Shinichi: Both?
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The blond woman in the lab was typing. Typing on what, I don't know, so don't ask me. I am just an innocent bystander.
She smiled (a bitter one), typed some more, hit the backspace key, and all of the usual actions that people typing on computers perform before she was called away by a tall man, a cruel man, with the marks of a frown permanently etched into the contours of his face.
Alright, alright, I'm getting to the point.
When she had gone away and no one was near, this is what was on the screen:
Today is going to be the first. There's no point or use in specifying dates and times. Why? Simply put, no one cares. I'm not even sure why I'm writing this, anyway. After all, THEY could find it, and then, who knows? Maybe I'll be executed for voicing my opinions. Ha.
That's how powerful they are.
Well, it's not going to matter if I never say my name in this. After all, my lab and APTX 4869 are waiting for me, and the other scientists are beginning to look at me suspiciously, even if they are only my assistants.
I know how dangerous this is, but I'm going to say it anyway. My name is Miyano Shiho, scientist. Nice to meet you.
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Most people think that I have no personality. They don't stop to chat, look, listen...just keep on hurrying by, to do whatever important thing that prohibits them from talking to the youngest scientist in the lab.
The only person who I can really open up to is Onee-san. Even with her, my time is limited. Always, always someone from the Organization pesters me to go back to my lab and work on the new poison that will be untraceable and provide a quick, silent, death.
That's no surprise. Why should they care about my personal life? In a selfish world, only the selfish survive.
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The higher-ups are pestering me about APTX 4869 again. But really, I'm just trying to avoid giving them the medicine-no, poison. I never wanted to kill a person. I just have no choice.
My entire family was (and still is) part of the Organization. Nothing new. Once you join, you join for life. The only way out is death.
Recently Onee-san has been talking to me more often, and I've noticed that she seems a little...withdrawn...and a little bit scared. All I've found out is that she must be doing something dangerous, something so dangerous that she can't tell me. I told her, "Take care!" but I doubt she will listen. Really, sometimes it seems that I'm the big sister, not the other way around.
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2 months later...
Onee-san? Can you hear me? I hope that everything's all right in heaven. There will be no more organizations to ruin your day. You can go walking barefoot in the grass and admire rainbows like you've always wanted to.
Why? Why did you leave me alone?
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Heartless jerks. No, that's not even an adequate expression. "There was an accident and she died?" How is that a reasonable explanation?
How stupid of me. I guess I am the younger sister after all. If I was killed, you surely wouldn't do something as stupid as refusing to work and get yourself chained in a room, doomed to wait for your punishment and execution.
Ha. But I won't let Gin get the final laugh. If there's one thing he hates most, it's being deprived of the ability to kill someone. So I'll come to you, Onee-san. You just wait.
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A small, blond girl, clothed in a lab coat that was way too big for her and looking very similar to the woman I mentioned before, crept into the Organization's science laboratory. She clicked on a few buttons with her computer mouse, took a disk, and left, as quickly as she had come. The difference? The data, that said "Kudou Shinichi-missing" was now "Kudou Shinichi-dead."
If you hurried down the streets as the same time the shrunken Miyano Shiho did, you would see a girl, rushing to get to her destination and tripping over her adult-sized clothing. Her damp hair clung to her face with a mixture of sweat and rain (it was raining that day).
On close inspection, you would find that her face was not childish at all. Her teeth were clenched, and perspiration beaded on her forehead. But most astonishing of all were her eyes. They held an overwhelming combination of hate, rage, misery, desperation, and most of all...hurt. If looks could kill, everyone on the street would be dead by now.
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AN: This is just a prologue, kay? So bear with me as I begin to start another story...Please review! How fast I write will depend on how many reviews I get!