Notes (just to start, these won't be that common): This is going to be first person with switching POV, and takes place about thirty years after Shinichi shrinks for the first time. This is a (possibly alternate) future, heavily inspired by the possibility brought up in OVA 9 of Shinichi never being able to return to his original state. This is not the exact same story, though. The main character is his and Shiho Miyano's (Shiho at this point would have, at this point, gone from the name Ai Haibara to Ai Edogawa) daughter, Akemi Edogawa (who is named after Shiho's long dead, older sister.). There are three decades of backstory that I wrote, but I don't plan on releasing a timeline or a prologue any time soon. If you have any serious questions or feel like there is a plot hole, then go ahead and leave a review about it. Unless there is an obscene amount of reviews, or I have already answered a question brought up by a review, then I will respond to each and every one both personally and at the beginning of the next chapter.

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It was a rainy day outside, and I had just come home from a first date with my boyfriend, Shinichi Hattori. His family had recently moved nearby all of the way from Osaka, and his father was a great detective, just like my father and myself. I sat on the sofa in our house to watch my younger brother, Heiji, play a video game. He was actually named after my boyfriend's father. Go figure. My mother was reading the news on the internet, and a moment later she called me over,"Akemi, why didn't you tell me about this?"

"About what?" I knew exactly what she was talking about already.

"You solved another case this morning." She turned towards me.

"It was simple, Dad would have cracked it faster." I chuckled.

"Inspector Takagi was telling me just how impressed he was with you over the phone," my father strutted into the room,"He said that you may be the next Shinichi Kudo."

"We both know that that is impossible," I heard my mother mutter.

"What does that mean?" I asked her,"Shinichi Kudo was an amazing detective, but he was killed nearly three decades ago."

She shook her head,"What about your boy's father, Heiji?"

"Oh come on?" My father grumbled,"Like you would compare Heiji Hattori to me?!" I caught my mother glaring at him. If looks could kill, then my capture of her would be on the morning news tomorrow. Every once in a while one of them would say something that didn't make quite so much sense, and the other would stare at them like that. It really was an odd dynamic.

"To you?" I asked,"We're talking about Shinichi Kudo."

My younger brother turned around,"I like Heiji better. You named me after him!"

"I think that your father meant that he is better than both Shinichi Kudo and Heiji Hattori," my mother stated firmly,"right, Conan?"

"Of course that's what I meant. I'm the best!"

I turned to my mother,"You said that you named me after my aunt who passed away before you even met Dad, but I was looking into the name, Akemi Haibara, that's where it would make sense to be, but nothing came up, why is that?"

"She was married to someone with the last name Miyano. He murdered her. Any records would be under that name."

I began tapping away at my phone as I navigated to a page that had interested me earlier that morning,"Akemi Miyano's murder by gunshot remains a cold case… Thirty-one years ago." I read,"Her next of kin, a sister, Shiho Miyano, never gave a public statement, and seemingly disappeared…"

"Stop," my mother demanded, causing every head in the room to quickly face her. This time, Dad was glaring at her,"That news article, everything about it is false."

"What is the true story then?" My brother asked, beating me to the punch.

"Your aunt was murdered. I was only six years old at the time, and I had been living with her as my legal guardian. Akemi was wonderful. We knew nobody of the name of Shiho. A week later, I was dropped off on Professor Hiroshi Agasa as the closest living friend to my family. Despite this, I had never met him, but that was that. Your father and I were in a group of child detectives together with Mitsuhiko, Genta, and Ayumi. You know them. Except, for a while, your father received personal training from both Kogoro Mouri and Shinichi Kudo. He was the best, it took until a few years ago for Genta to admit that."

"You told us about the Detective Boys a long time ago, in fact, I feel like you're changing the subject, Mom," I looked right at her,"what aren't you telling us and why?"

"Your mother has always been like this," our father seemed to be attempting to bail her out,"I thought a detective would have noticed."

My brother broke into laughter,"Akemi is so stupid!"

"You won't be solving cases at fifteen, so shut up!" I barked at him.

"You're both amazing," my mother slightly grinned.

My father smiled at my mother,"She has your personality, for sure."

"Don't be stupid. She's a reckless detective freak. If that sounds like me, then I don't quite understand how well we've known each other for these past thirty years." She responded.

Suddenly, somebody rang our doorbell. My brother rushed to answer it. Genta and Aymui were at the door, and Genta quickly pushed himself in. He was holding a bottle of alcohol, but it was unopened. He quickly walked over to my mother,"Somebody came to my office earlier. He was all like, you know that scientist girl, Ai Haibara right, I have something for you to give her. So I happily obliged. His voice was really weird, and his gaze was like ice." As my mother saw the bottle, she just simply began to shake. The label was jet black all around, and in red, stretching across the bottle read the name "Sherry."

Dad rushed forwards, and grabbed the bottle,"Thank you for bringing this to us, Genta. What was that person like?"

"He wore all black," Aymi piped in, then chuckled,"the kind of person who seemed to always make you hyper when we were kids!"

"Mom," I walked up to her,"is everything alright? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Yeah!" I heard Genta yell,"What was with that, whenever you would see someone in black clothes you would get especially hyper, and Ai would just freeze up!?"

"Don't yell inside, Genta," my mother said quietly,"we're not children anymore."

Ayumi giggled,"Genta's always been the loudest of the bunch."

"So what was it about a bottle that freaked you out, Mom?" I looked over it as my father held it carefully. He too was examining it.

"It's nothing," she was clearly lying,"nothing but an old, bad memory."

"Genta," another, woman's voice echoed from beyond the ajar door,"Ayumi."

"Ran?" they questioned.

She shoved in the door,"I found something, I think that it is somehow related to you guys, it seemed important." she held up another bottle, identical to the first.

"Ran," my father stared at her,"it's been so long."

"Yeah," she grunted,"it should not have been, I should have forgiven you, Shini… Conan."

"Genta," Ayumi giggled,"let's give them some time alone."

"Ahh!" Genta yelped as she grabbed his arm,"It's a case!?"

"It's a bottle," Ayumi continued to pull him out,"they just must have remembered some other, particularly troublesome case."

Once the door was shut, my mother and father lead Ran, who I had heard of before, but never seen, to their own room, and shut the door. I followed them quietly, and pressed my ear against it.

"Please," my mother begged,"let us be for a moment, Akemi."

"Mom, I don't like being left out. If there is a secret, then I can keep it."

"You haven't told them?" Ran asked loudly.

"So there is a secret?" I continued,"I promise, I would never let it out."

"You do not know what you would be exposed to if we were to tell you," my father stated grimly.

"I've seen victims of murder, killed brutally, and I've avenged them by putting away those who wronged them, sheltering me from whatever secret you are holding would be foolish. I only need to know a couple more things, and I will solve it."

The door creaked open, Ran, my father, and my mother stared at me. "Take a seat," my mother invited me.

The door was shut and locked behind me,"If we tell you, there is no going back. If we tell you, then you tell anybody, that would be the ultimate betrayal of our family. This is a situation where if everybody knew, then we all would die."

"I understand," I agreed,"I won't even tell my brother, or Heiji Hattori for that matter."

"Heiji Hattori knows, he has for thirty one years."

"Why does that number keep coming back?" I asked.

My mother fiddled with the mysterious bottle, she wasn't comfortable with it, but she looked me in the eyes,"Read the label for me, please."

"Sherry," I responded quickly.

"Good," my mother nodded,"Now take this outside, and put it in a dumpster."

"Why?" I asked,"It's perfectly good alcohol," I joked a little bit. Clearly they knew that there was something wrong it with.

"God damn it, Akemi, just listen to me!"

I ran out with the bottle, and slam dunked it into a dumpster before rushing back.

"So what about it?" I asked

"It was probably poisoned," my father answered.

"What about "Sherry?"" I asked.

"I was known by that name for a long time. It was a code-name. For that time, I was a bad guy." My mother answered.

"A bad guy?" I was intrigued.

"Of course," Ran jumped in,"Ai is a good person, she was forced to do this."

"I made a poison. It was not meant to be a poison, but the organization that I was a part of used it for these purposes. I was not happy with those results, but I remained the head of the project. People who the organization wanted to get rid of cleanly would be fed the poison. No evidence would remain. Until one day, an upstart detective, not different from you at all, carelessly, and pridefully followed two members of that organization."

"They were similar to me?" I asked.

"You have your father's facial structure and mind, but you have my hair and eyes." My mother replied.

"Dad?" I still was slightly confused with how cryptic she was being. None of this really made any sense.

"That detective did not die," my father continued the story,"he felt unknowable pain, he screamed, tortured, for a few moments, sure of his fate, but when he woke up, things weren't the same. He was alive, but he was smaller. He had lost a decade of his physical age in those seconds of agony."

"That would make you Shinichi Kudo." I said surely.

"Why do you think that Yusaku and Yukiko Kudo would have just given us their house as a wedding gift?" He asked me.

"Because it was already your house." I answered firmly.

Ran took a deep breath before continuing,"Then that detective decided to lie to and cheat everybody for three decades. He wouldn't even tell the truth to his girlfriend until she was about to be married. She knew, of course, she just wanted him to stop lying."

"YOU DIDN'T KNOW!" Dad almost cracked up.

"You probably would have caught the damn black organization before they killed my father and husband if you weren't so damn prideful! Heck, I even refused to change my name because I felt that we were meant to be together some day even if I had heard that you were dead nine years before. You faked your death to lie to me, and even then I hoped that maybe there was still a chance. Instead, when you finally did tell me, after living in my house for over a decade, you showed no remorse. You may have felt a little bad about it, but you refused to apologize because it was "for my own good." You would have had my help if you just told me from the start. Instead, you couldn't trust the closest person to you to keep a life or death secret. Your pride always got in your way."

"I didn't want you in harm's way."

"I also see that you still haven't told your friends to this day. You shamelessly went to your own funeral, shed a fake tear, then left."

"So wait," I added,"If Mom made the poison, then why is she here now, and why is she the same age as Dad?"

"I'm older than your dad."

"Yeah, you were like eighty-four when you took it all of those years ago!" they both giggled in some long lost inside joke.

"Eighteen," she corrected him,"after the organization killed my sister, I couldn't continue to work for them, they chained me up, waiting to kill me, so I took my own poison, apotoxin 4869, and waited for my death. Instead, I felt sharp pains throughout the body…"

"Imagine your bones melting," my father interrupted.

"As I was saying," my mother continued,"I shrunk out of the handcuffs that were holding me, and escaped, like a spy movie, through the laundry chute."

"Then she started making temporary antidotes, though she never succeeded in creating a permanent antidote, she gave these to Shinichi, who was living in my house at the time, to help him lie to me."

"It was to protect you," my mother was more cold than normal,"I'm sorry about your father and about Ken, but that would have happened to everybody who any of us knew if everybody knew the secret."

Ran reached forwards, and yanked the glasses off of my father's face,"Take these stupid things off, you don't even need them!"

"Is the organization still at large?" I asked.

"Absolutely," my mother nodded,"and they're still looking for me. Before my name was Ai Haibara it was…"

"Shiho Miyano," I finished,"So the news article was real."
"Yes."

"So you named your daughter after a woman who stole a billion yen, then was murdered?" Ran asked.

My mother broke up in tears,"She had no choice."

My father looked at Ran sternly,"That was a cruel thing to say, especially for you. I blame myself most for it, I couldn't save her."

"Sorry," Ran shook her head,"I have a lot of pent up anger with you two. I'm willing to forgive you as well, but not to forget."

"I heard recently that you and Yukiko Kudo are still friends," my mother wiped the tears away.

"Yukiko is a good person."

"Tell me everything," I demanded.

"That would take more than a thousand manga chapters," my father sniggered.

"Well a lot of things happened," my mother smiled slightly,"I'll tell you the really important stuff."

We were there for near to two hours as my mother, my father, and Ran recalled everything. They gave their own accounts of the most important events, and even answered some of each other's questions. It seemed that some long lasting tensions were even lifted between my father and Ran. She was shocked to hear that he had narrowly saved her father's life at one point. Though she was angry that he did not explain the situation to her, even afterwards.

My brother was amply distracted by his video game, and did not knock at the door once. We got all the way up to where my mother was telling me about how annoyed she was that she was not informed about the plan on the Bell Tree Express, or even how Yukiko Kudo, Kaito Kid, or Shuichi Akai would be there to save her from the clutches of Vermouth and Bourbon. She even mentioned how at one point that same Shuichi Akai was her sister's boyfriend.

As they were about to start talking in detail about the black organization's second in command, Rum, the phone rang. I answered it on speaker phone and heard Inspector Takagi,"We need you and your father, there's been a murder. The witnesses claim that there were two men in black responsible! One of them was said to have flowing silver-blonde hair. It's at the Suzuki Corporation's offices."

"I'll be there shortly," my father said into the phone before grabbing it and hanging it up,"You stay here, Akemi."

"I'm completely capable of helping." I protested.

"We don't want you involved in any of this just yet. We've been trailing the organization for three decades, you don't know just how dangerous they are." My mother replied.

"We aren't even sure that this is the organization." I sighed.

"That description sounded exactly like Gin," my mother said,"He is seldom seen away from his partner, Vodka, they are two of the most dangerous members of the organization."

"I want to go," I grumbled,"Inspector Takagi asked for both of us!:

"Fine," my father folded,"but you can not leave my side at all, I have a sinking feeling that the whole point of this was to draw us out."

"Well," I thought out loud,"If basically nobody knew about Mom's past except for the organization, then isn't it uncanny that multiple of these bottles were sent out today, then somebody was murdered just after, by people who seem to be members of the organization.

As we were heading out of the door, my mother handed my father a blue and gold badge,"I replaced the batteries in them, if for whatever reason your phone is unusable, or you need to make an inconspicuous call, use it."

"Won't Genta, Ayumi, and Mitsuhiko hear?" my father questioned.

"No, they haven't touched theirs in years, and I didn't replace their batteries." my mother opened the door for us to walk out.

My father drove us to the scene of the crime in his nice, red car. The media was already there, and they quickly began taking pictures as we opened the doors. The murder had been in a massive office building owned by the Suzuki Corporation. A girl who I had seen pictures of with Ran was crying to Inspector Takagi.

"Just fall asleep and solve it already," an officer inappropriately joked to her.

"Sleeping Sonoko hasn't happened in twenty-five years," my father said as he approached the scene of the crime, I was at his side. He had told me about this girl a couple of hours ago. There was a man at her side who looked similar to my dad.

I began simply looking around, the television cameras were on me, and it felt great. The only greater rush in the world is catching a criminal. My father seemed to agree with me as he cheated a smile right at the news cameras and people.

Something didn't seem right though,"If you locked the exits right after the murder, then the culprits are still here, right?"

"We haven't found any way for them to leave," Inspector Takagi answered.

"What if they didn't come here when you called everybody here, and instead went the opposite way with a plan to do something, using the killing as a distraction, then an escape route that nobody else would think of?"

"We've had the building swept multiple times, Akemi."

"What if there was some place that you wouldn't think to look?" My father asked.

"It's possible." Inspector Takagi responded, and my father bolted up the stairs. He seemed to have it figured out. I began racing after him.

"Akemi, don't follow me right now." he said to me. I pushed into a room on the side, and looked around for a moment before turning and racing after him. I caught up to him on the roof, only to see him holler in pain and fall to the ground. He was shot right through the heart from a short distance. I waited a moment, I could not just run out onto the roof, but something wasn't right. How would the police have not thought to look here first? Where were the men, it was almost like they shot my father then just disappeared. I looked at the blood splatter from the relative cover that I had, I would have to get him to safety, but that would mean running out into the open. How did they even disappear like that. He was shot from the direction of the chimney, but two men climbing up and down a vertical surface while in heavy clothing that quickly couldn't be it, could it? How would the police not have seen them? I turned downstairs to try to figure out their method. No matter how much I hated it, I would have to find another route to saving my father, if I just ran out like that, I would have been shot as well. If I yelled down for support, they would hear me. I was one floor down when I found a room that was boarded off. I pulled on the boards a little bit, realizing that it was actually set up so that the boards were fake, and were simply a decoration on the door. It creaked open, and revealed an unused fireplace, along with an entrance to that same chimney. I had figured out their method, now the only difficulty would be catching them. There were a large number of shelves in the room as well, and I poked around one of them. My father had always insisted that I learn to play soccer like him, but never was I so interested. Instead, I was always a fan of karate. I mastered it eventually, though there were a lot of people who were stronger than me. I was no champion. Suddenly, I sensed the door softly closing behind me, and the room went totally dark. I spun around in the darkness, but I was unable to see anything. Some sort of smell wafted from all about the room. It wasn't really a smell though. It was a feeling. Some deep instinctual fear had triggered in me, and I was totally frozen. Despite the adrenaline flowing through my body. Despite the absolute do-or-die situation, I could not move a muscle. A moment later, I felt something come down onto my head with such force that I was knocked to the ground. Hardly conscious I noticed a flashlight being shined on to me. Before me were two black-cloaked men.

"She discovered us, she has to die," the taller one told his partner, he had silvery-blonde hair and his voice sounded like death.

His partner nodded in agreement,"Doesn't she remind you of somebody from long ago?"

The first man opened a small box,"She looks a lot like Sherry did," It was filled with red and white pills. Remembering my mother and father's story, I prepared myself. At this point, I was down, and my best bet was to just hope to live through this horribly undesirable situation. I had fallen right into their trap. Was I really about to allow this? One of them was holding a gun. If I moved, they would just shoot me. A lucky survival, even in this low-odds situation was the only, way for me to get my revenge. These men, their organization… Some day, I would catch all of them. I felt the poisonous pill go down my throat, and began shaking. A moment later, I let out a scream as my entire body seemed to melt away. When I opened my eyes, a wave of short lived and and shortsighted relief washed over me, the men were nowhere to be seen. I clumsily rushed up the stairs to the roof, to see my father's body. He was dead. He had been for about thirty minutes, but it would seem that something was keeping the police downstairs. I felt around myself to see that my cell phone was still on me. I started to turn it on, but decided against it, what if somebody tapped into it somehow. Maybe I was being irrational, paranoid even. I had just tripped over my own over-sized pants while rushing upstairs. Nothing felt quite normal.

I felt around my father's body. This was wrong, it was a crime scene, I couldn't take something. I also knew that it wouldn't be important. They had gotten away. The police wouldn't be able to catch them, if they ever had, their organization still wouldn't exist. I would have to catch them. I had to take what I could. I grabbed the detective badge as well as his old bow-tie and watch. Clearly he had them on him for some reason. He didn't intend for this, did he? I pressed a button on the back of the badge.