this is a fanfiction i wrote up for storm980's birthday because he wrote me a fanfiction for my birthday. the original idea for this fanfiction was his and i have fulfilled his wishes by making it a real, tangible thing. YAY!

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Shinichi ran into the darkness like he was never coming back or something. Ran began to follow him but suddenly her shoelace, weakened by an acid puddle that she had stepped in earlier, fell off entirely. Ran looked at it for a moment and then defying every ounce of common sense in her mind followed Shinichi.

She knew that he would need karate backup if he came face to face with those thugs. Even if Shinichi was a reckless jerk who had devoted his entire personality to Sherlock Holmes, Ran could not bear to see him get hurt, or worse, because she'd get a guilt trip for probably a thousand years.

As Shinichi watched around the corner, he noticed Ran approach silently behind him. "What the heck, Ran," he said. "I asked you to wait up." He had to pretty much hiss this under his breath because the scary thug in the sunglasses was literally right there making a sweet deal.

"Sorry, but I can't let you just run off and get hurt." Ran said this a little too loudly, and the second thug appeared out of nowhere (he jumped off the roof in actuality) and gave them both a proper whack on the head. They slumped on the grass.

"You pesky teenagers have been playing a little too much detective," said the tall guy. "Look here, Vodka, we've caught a couple of rats."

Vodka began to take a pistol out from his suit jacket. "Put that away," said the tall scary thug. "No need for it, especially with the cops still around. Did you forget about the new drug the Organization developed?"

Ran was watching this except she was also in too much pain to really be able to think anything of it.

Vodka looked with an eager light in his sunglasses as the other thug took out a pill box. "Oh buoy, oh buoy! That's the one that doesn't leave a trace, right?"

"Heck yeah. I've been waiting to dish out this one." Gin took out the vial and two capsules and properly administered the pills to their rightful recipients.

"Well," thought Ran, "at least I went out with a bang. And with Shinichi. Who I obviously have feelings for." Then she passed out.

"Inspector, we've found some bodies!" said a voice who was talking into a walkie-talkie. "I think they're kids or something. Who knows? I can't see with these shoddy flashlights." Ran realized that she was conscious and sat up. Then she looked over at Shinichi who was still lying on the ground but like, half awake.

"Ugh, what time is it?" said Shinichi, who had just realized that something was really wrong. "Ran?"

"Yeah?"

"What happened?"

"I dunno."

"Let's go find out for ourselves." Shinichi got up and proceeded to trip over his jeans. "Oh."

"That's weird." Nobody was really conscious enough to realize what happened. Ran and Shinichi decided to casually leave the park while the police continued to flounder about, completely baffled at whether anyone had been there in the first place. Shinichi and Ran walked down the sidewalks of late night Tokyo, with several drift racers driving by and splashing them with extreme accuracy and precision.

Finally Ran's vision stopped being really blurry and she noticed that everything was really big, including her clothes. "Uh, Shinichi?"

"Yeah?"

"Is this some sort of trippy nightmare?"

"I hope not. I also hope we're not dead or anything." Another custom neon-lit car made a challenging swerve, nearly hit a fire hydrant, and soaked the both of them again.

Then Shinichi stopped and Ran looked at him funny because Shinichi immediately shoved himself up against a mirror. "Shinichi, what are you looking at?"

"Ran, I don't think this is a dream, I think we're actually awake and everything," said Shinichi, "and also I have deducted that we're not sixteen anymore."

"Oh crap," said Ran. "But that does explain what's wrong with my clothes."

"What should we do?"

"Maybe Professor Agasa will have some way to fix this."

"Yeah, let's go there. Also you should call your dad, he is probably worried sick."

"Or he's just sick from the alcohol and has failed to notice that I'm not there at all."

"Ha ha, yeah."

Shinichi and Ran got to Agasa's front yard, but then Shinichi changed his mind. "Wait, Ran, I want to get something from my house." He walked over to his gate and realized that it was too tall for him. "Hey, could you help me out here?"

"This must be really embarrassing for you," said Ran. "But whatever." She gave Shinichi a boost and they successfully opened the lock and got inside.

"At least we're not alone on the streets any more," said Ran. "Do you have anything that could, uh, fit you? Or me?"

"I have my school uniform, sadly," said Shinichi. "I don't know about you, though." He ran off into the huge walk-in closet that I totally didn't just make up.

"No, wait, there's some clothes in these old boxes," said Shinichi. He got Ran a t-shirt and shorts which were pretty generic as compared to his full-fledgedly formal blazer.

"Can I be the first to ask why exactly this happened?" said Ran.

"I have no id- no wait, it was probably that drug that those men in black gave us or something."

"Why would it do something like this and not cause some crazy malfunction that leaves us horribly impaired?"

"But that's what happened."

"No, I mean this is probably reversible."

"Sure, and how?"

"I'm sure Holmes with all of his 'knowledge' would be able to devise a solution if he was stuck like this."

"You make a good point, but Holmes never had to deal with something like this."

"Have an imagination, Shinichi. What if he had?"

"I can't ask Arthur Conan Doyle himself, baka."

"Whatever. You're impossible. Let's go see Agasa-hakase."

Ran and Shinichi walked over to Agasa's lab, but then suddenly an explosion wrecked a wall and Agasa appeared in the middle of the wreckage, a jetpack on his back, relatively unscathed but now covered in dust.

"Are you okay, Agasa-hakase?" asked Shinichi.

"Who are you guys?" said Agasa.

"It's us, Ran and Shinichi," said Ran.

"Really now," said Agasa.

"No s***," said Shinichi. "You've got to believe us. We were following these men in black and they gave us a drug and we woke up like this and I don't know what to do."

"Pssh, prove it."

"Okay, okay, you were just at Columbo restaurant because you have their special sauce on your mustache, you've been running in the rain near a construction site from what I can tell is on your pants, and as a bonus you really can't tell who we are? I'm ashamed. These are just the beginning of several deductions I can offer to you to prove our identities," said Shinichi.

"Also," said Ran, "I can prove to you that I still qualify for my black belt."

"Oh crap," said Agasa. "Uh, come inside."