So I had this brilliant idea. I know I should've been updating the others, but I'm too obsessed with making new ones. So here it is, Detective Conan Fanfiction: Reincarnation Style...Possibly, the next ones would be a girl in a boy's body. I don't really like it the other way...yeah...So anyways, I go this from that something Nightmare where the identity of Rum appeared. There will be a lot of spoilers here, so be careful, okay?

OC: Yamaguchi Midori

External Division: Reconnaissance and Disguise Division

Black Organization name: Midori

Chapter 1

I walked down the street, phone in my hand and texting my 'boyfriend'. Who am I you ask? Well, the brilliant thing is, my name was Nikita Olson. Was from Sweden and all that shmack. But the thing is, I died because of a stupid thing I did. It was nothing out of the ordinary, no, it was not from an accident,nor was I a victim of someone?)

No, it was because of a fucking dog. It was a stray and I was just passing by when this Djävla fitt helvete came out and attacked me. Now that I think about it, it had rabies.

Blegh, too disgusting. I hate dogs, loathe them. I prefer my Garra Rufa fish who help me keep my skin smooth by eating away my dead skin.

With my income, I could definitely afford to raise them. Where I work and how I got the money? Well... It's a long story.

When I woke up in a new body, I tried to get used my new one. It was hard as it doesn't function in the same way as my old one. So, baby steps.

By the time I was 3, I was extremely flexible. Just like my old body was. My parents, both Japanese, were baffled with me.

One, I was smarter than my own age group. Two, I was somehow extremely flexible Three, I have green eyes. The fact that I had green eyes made them go through a DNA test. The doctor said that it was probably a mutation.

I knew that shade of green anywhere whenever I look at the mirror. Sea green eyes. I wonder how. It was the same green I had in my past life. I guess, the phrase 'Your eyes are the window to your soul' is true.

I live a normal life with normal family with normal income. But because I was previously about 35, much older than them, my intelligence was pretty high for a 3 year old. My parents didn't know what to do with their higher than average intelligence daughter being a lot more smarter than them.

It was also inevitable that everyone dies, naturally or unnaturally; we were all born to die. So when my parents died when I was 4, I was taken to an orphanage. It was normal. It doesn't neglect kids, nor does it spoil kids.

So it was also inevitable that I was adopted. I was highly wanted because of my intelligence and my 'abnormal eyes'. I looked pretty meh in my terms, but I guess I'm 'cute' with what the other adults say about me.

I was grossed out. There was one case where a pedophile wanted some kids. He looked around and gazed at me. I felt dirty, it was gross. So when he lifted me up to give a 'guise' of a 'caring parent', I puked on the front of his shirt. That revealed his true nature.

When I was 7, I was finally adopted. When driving on the way out of the orphanage, I should have suspected the food that they gave me was laced with sleeping pills. But usually, in both this and the previous life, food and the movements of the car always made me sleepy, so I did not suspect anything. I just thought nothing of it and went to sleep.

When I woke up, it was to an unknown place. The people who adopted me were no longer anywhere near me. But then, I saw a screen. It said 'Midori' and a number: 029.

The voice asked me to join him. He said he noticed my 'higher than average' intelligence and I was impressive for my age. I didn't say anything. Then I gritted my teeth at the next pieces of information spouted. He said he legally killed me off of the system. 'Car accident' as is was listed.

There was nothing I could do. Nobody was willing to listen to a kid. Ever. So I made a deal with him. As long as his organization doesn't underestimate me and would be willing to listen to my opinion, I would accept his offer. I also made an offhanded information that nobody would ever suspect kids unless they blatantly did some heinous act.

He agreed to my decision. When the screen disappeared, a door suddenly appeared and a woman stepped in. Her code name was Cognac and I was to call her that. I just stared at her. She clicked on her tongue and stomped over to me, her high heels making noise. She kicked me.

"Welcome to hell, I'm your personal tor-tutor. Get ready for a world of pain" She grinned wickedly.

Yup, just a normal life I have...

END!

Y'all must be wondering, 'Who the heck is the 'boyfriend'?'. Well, it might be revealed in the next chapter or the next after that if I remember. I'm quite scatter-brained.