If things go to plan, then this is going to be part of a trilogy about Shinichi, Ran and Heiji.
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters in this story...not yet. There will be characters appearing later that I own.
Hope. Luck. Courage. The three feelings are very different, yet very alike…
Shinichi was always one to get into a scrape if that led to justice, but he somehow always hoped for the best and it would happen.
Ran had way too much good luck. It was almost like she could make anyone do her bidding.
Heiji was always too courageous, the kind of person that was rash and always did before he thought.
"Shinichi!" Ran called. "We're going to see Kazuha-chan!"
Why is it that Ran and I are friends? he thought as he hurried out of the Kudo mansion to greet her. She just wants me to see her win all these karate championships, or go shopping or something like that…At least I'll have Hattori. I hope Ran will stop bugging me, though.
On the shinkasen to Osaka, it seemed like forever. Especially because Ran had quieted down for once.
But when they got off, things were about to get complicated…someone was spying on them, and was about to introduce them to the prophecy which they were going to fulfil.
A shadowy figure came up to Kazuha from behind, and knocked her unconscious. He then repeated the procedure for Heiji, Ran and Shinichi. Osaka train station was in turmoil! The police had arrived on the scene too late, and the kidnapper was too fast for anyone to react at all.
The teen detectives and their girl friends had disappeared from the station, witnesses realised as the chaos ceased. This was not something that happened every day...
"I hope you're comfortable, Hope!" a deep voice laughed as Shinichi began to regain consciousness. "Yes, you're Hope. It's a girl's name, but you just had to be a boy, didn't you?"
He stared hard at his captor, taking in his features. He had a face that was covered in wrinkles, yet his voice could have belonged to a much younger person. He had greying hair, a hunched back and a cane.
"So, Hope, show me your power. Or else you're not part of the prophecy at all," he hissed threateningly.
Shinichi also figured out that he was lying on a cold table, under the scrutiny of the old man and a surgical light. His head was still whirling from when the man had hit him. He couldn't move, his wrists and ankles had been tied to the table legs by lengths of bandages.
Suddenly, he saw his body morphing, felt his senses becoming sharper. There was nausea at the back of his mouth and he was sweating profusely. His mind thought of the strange events as one huge hallucination. However, what was happening was real – his body was reverting to its real form, a midnight-blue robed, humanoid creature with long hooked claws, poisonous fangs and bat wings.
"I knew you'd be more tolerant than Luck or Courage, alien," he snarled at the rapidly changing Shinichi. "I'll keep you."
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