Sorry for the long wait everyone! I have been a bit busy… Anyway, this story is about Conan. Not the Shinichi/Conan, but the Conan who is the child of Shinichi and Ran. You can go read this story: "The Life of Conan" that is the prologue of this story first if you want, but you don't need to.

Chapter rating: T (for violence)

Length: Not really long. 1200ish words.

Summery: Conan has a new classmate. But… there's something about her… something unnatural… evil… It's her. She's back. For revenge. [AU]

Genre: Action, Horror, Angst.

Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan. Gosho Aoyama does. But I do own the imaginary fake character 'Isarie'.

"Everyone, this is our new classmate, Isarie, she will be joining our class from now on. Say hi to everyone, Isarie" The teacher, Ms. Kitajima says.

"Annyeong Haseyo, my name is Isarie. I hope that we'll be good friends." Isarie smiles, her tone flat, and bow to the class

The class buzzes up instantly; they never had a foreign student before…

Conan age 9 stares at his new classmate. She had long dark wavy hair and cherry red lips. Skin that's snow white and big blue eye that has the faintest shade of blue. She wears make up and is dressed in a lacy dark blue dress with thin shoulder straps that tightly close around her hips. Small slender body, Conan notes that she is very beautiful... but... somehow she looks very...mature, for her own age.

"Go take a seat, Isarie" Ms. Kitajima nodded forward toward the empty seat next to the girl, Karin.

Isarie looks around the room and smirk. She didn't reply to the teacher but instead walk forward...pass the seat next to Karin...and sit in the empty seat next to...Conan.

The whole class have a question look on their face.

He shifts in his seat, feeling a bit weird at Isarie's presence. Conan tries to move the books on his desk that is overlaying her desk to make some room for her but then stops when Isarie touches his hand. He winces at the touch and looks up. She stares at him, her icy white-blue eyes stare straight into his. She smiles, but somehow, that smile sent a chill down Conan's body.

Conan feels confuse. 'She so pretty…cute, and yet, why do I have this feeling… that… she's... evil?'

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Many days passed after that and everyday, Isarie sits next to Conan. Sometime, she brushes her arm against his and sometime she asks to sit next to him at lunch. She refuses to sit anywhere else when other girls invite her and she always stare at him. Always, always, watching him. Isarie have a very cold and personality. She rarely talks. Everyday, she wear is a dress, not pink or orange like what other girls wear, but dark color dresses like brown, dark purple, and sometime just plain black.

Many times, Conan notices her going somewhere and every time, it's always after the lunch break. And every time she returns, she…changes. Her skin turns whiter and she looks smaller, her body, stiff.

Then,

"Will you go out with me today?" Isarie says calmly when she stops him in front of the classroom door after school.

"Wha-what?" Conan stammers, he doesn't even know her..

"Will you go out with me today." Isarie repeated, her face remains the same, unsmiling.

"Um... I guess.."

Hearing that, her frown vanishes, replace with a smile. "Great! Meet me at the cafe near the Beika Park. Don't tell your parents!" Isarie winks and walk away.

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"I'm home!" Conan shouts when he opens the door to his house.

"Welcome back" His mother calls back from the kitchen.

Hearing that, Conan walks into the kitchen to say hi to his mom. "Hi mom" Conan smiles as he walks pass her to get a bottle of water from the fridge.

"How was school today?" His mother asks as she put the dried plates back on the shelf.

"It was fine" Conan answers nervously, and gulps down the water, glad that his father is not here since he would be able to tell immediately what had happened.

His mother just smiles and say, "I'm making ton-katsu tonight, is that okay?"

"Sure!" Conan says happily. "I promise my friend that I'll go play with them afterschool today. I'll be back for dinner, so don't worry" Conan puts down his backpack on the living room table. "Bye!" and he rush out the door.

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Conan walks into the cafe and spots Isarie sitting at a seat at the corner. He waves at her and when she notices, waves back.

"Hey" Conan greets her as he sit down across from her. "Did you wait long?"

Isarie smiles and take a sip from her watermelon juice. "Not really"

"What do you want to do? Go to the park maybe?" Conan suggests.

"Later, right now, let's order something and talk" Isarie smiles and passes him the menu.

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They talk and talk until the sky turns a pale orange. Isarie suggests that they go the park. Conan agrees.

The park is deserted, and the only sound is the sound of the water fountain. The sky is orange and the trees cast long shadows.

They walk around the park side by side for a bit and then Isarie turns to face him, her face serious. "Conan. I like you. Here, come with me, come to my house. No one is there tonight. We can talk more there." Isarie grabs his hand and starts to pull him.

Conan struggles, "Isarie, no, I mean, I don't.."

"What? Why? I.. Don't you like me too..?" Isarie's voice crack and her eye squeeze shut, tears forming at the corning of her eye.

"I.. it's not like that, don't cry, please, I just.."

Hearing that, Isarie's eye snap open and grins. She starts to pull him again. "Come.. My house is near, it would only take a bit"

"Isarie, stop. No." Conan pulls back and tries to break free from her grasp.

Isarie's smile vanishes and she pulls harder. "Come with me." and harder "Come" and harder "COME!" This time, she jerks on his hand and Conan lost his balance and fall over.

At that split second, as Conan stumbles, his face brushing pass her body, he catches a scent, at first, it's perfume, but then mix with it, barely distinguishable, is the stinging smell of alcohol and cigarettes.

"Ah" Conan exclaims as his knee make contact to the concrete ground, sending waves of pain from his joints up his leg. Skin on concrete, his knee bleeds. Slowly, he stands up, trying to push back the screams of pain from his knee. He bites his lip and tries to walk away.

"No you won't!" Isarie shots forward and yank on his shirt. Now grabbing both of Conan's hand and putting it around his back, she snaps "I thought I wouldn't need to do this, Conan kun, but you left me with no choice." Conan tries to break free but that only makes Isarie squeeze his hand together tighter and he gasp in pain. "Now, you're going to come with me, is that clear?"

"Help me! Anyone, help! Help!" Conan shouts but his voice echo through the park. The sunlight slowly disappears; the sun is setting. No one is here to help him.

"You stupid boy, no one is here. In just a few minutes, it will be nighttime and no one would come outside. No one would be here to help you." Isarie laughs and then, whispers in his ear "No one, Conan-kun."

"who are you?" Conan asks between his clench teeth, his tone bitter.

Isarie answers with a snickers and she leads him forward.

Conan tries to stop walking, to struggle, to break free, but when he does, he feels a hard object press on his head. Glancing from the corner of his eye, he sees… a gun. "Now keep moving" Isarie says, her voice flat.

While walking, Conan takes slow steady breath. Thinking back, he search in his head, for anything, anything, that he knows to get out of this situation. Then, he remembers what his mum had taught him. Quickly, he spins around, causing Isarie's grab on his wrist loosen and at that moment, jerk his hand away from her grasp.

Isarie, filled with rage, shriek "GET. BACK. HERE." lunge forward and pulls him into a headlock. "Another move out of you, I swear that I will pull the trigger." Venom fills her tone. At that moment, Conan realizes something. Whoever Isarie is, she is not normal. Her arms feels like cold icy rock when it is press on his neck and no matter how hard he tries to pull her hand away, it wouldn't budge. For a girl her his own age, her strength, they are abnormal, unnatural.

Thinking quickly, he, like his mum had taught him, hooks his leg to Isarie's and pulls it upward. As a result, they both toppled backwards. Isarie's head hit the ground and Conan landing on top of her. Isarie's arm loosens for a second and at that moment Conan pushes with all his might to remove her hand around his neck and finally, is free from her headlock.

Immediately after, Isarie pushes herself back up and tries to strangle him again. This time, Conan was ready, he bends down to avoid her grasp and punch her stomach. Conan then swirls around, hoping to run away, but Isarie is faster. She grabs him. Turning around, he pulled her hand away and pushes her toward the water fountain. "Let go! Who the HELL are you?"

Isarie slips, stumbles over and splashes into the fountain. Instantly, she leap straight back up. Black liquids drips down her hair and staining her dark red dress. As the black liquid washes down her neck, her hair reveals their true color, a pale blond.

Isarie runs her hand through her hair and chuckles "You ruined my disguise." She signs "I guess there's no point in trying to hide it any longer…" a long pause, then, taking a deep breath, she continues "I'm a former member of the black organization." she slowly unzips the zipper behind her back "maybe you've heard of me from silver bullet…your father" taking the rim of the frills on her shoulder, she let the dress drop down, exposing a black body suit beneath.

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"My name is Vermouth."

Ahhhh it's Vermouth! She's back! How could she turn into a child? Why is she here? Find out in the next chapter!

I'll update soon. Maybe, if I have reviews.

If you found any grammar oopsies, please point it out because I'm just horrible with grammars and I would be eternally grateful if you do.

Comments, thought, suggestions are welcome but I can't promise you that I will use all the ideas that you suggest in my story.