CHAPTER 1: FOUND

Title: Grimmori

Author: the wonderful person that is me:3

Fandom: Detective Conan with some Magic Kaito

Rating: T (for now)

Pairings: Conan(Shinichi)/Ran, Heiji/Kazuha, Kaito/Aoko

Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan or Magic Kaito (though I wish I did)

I've had the idea for this fic for a long time, but just didn't have the time to put it into words because it is VERY long. I plan on updating the story at LEAST every 3 weeks, but please don't kill me of I don't:)

I KNOW that this story is VERY radically unrealistic to the Detective Conan plot, but once the idea embedded itself into my head, I couldn't get it out! Some little voice just wouldn't let me sleep until I had written it into a fanfiction:3

Summary: Story about how Conan, seemingly killed in an awful accident, is kidnapped by Gin who unlocks his magical powers. Now he has to master his new powers with the help of his friends to defeat Gin and restore balance to the magical and mortal world. Rated T for now, but potentially M later.

Enjoy and please review!:D

Gin's black boots clinked on polished white tile as he strode down the brightly lit, bleach-white hall, passing scientists in white coats who stopped and bowed as he passed. As he walked at his slow yet deliberate pace, he passed windows viewing into large experiment rooms. He heard the pitiful screams of experiments, young and old, as they tried to endure the procedure that would either reveal their true potential or tear them apart from the inside.

Gin stopped to watch one of the experiments being conducted. The man in tattered clothes shackled to the metal experiment table thrashed in agony as the red-haired man standing beside him pushed down on his bare chest with one hand. The experiment cried and begged for the pain to stop, but the man pushing his chest did not relent. There was no obvious physical pain being inflicted—just the hand being pushed on his chest by the red-headed tormentor who laughed at his agonized face. The experiment began foaming at the mouth, his screams muffled by the white liquid as his eyes widened and his pupils shrunk. His head shook violently, and in one final scream of agony, he stilled, glazed eyes staring into oblivion as white foam dripped from his agape mouth.

Gin growled in anger before continuing down the hall, All just experiments. All failures. None of them are him.

8 months. 8 friggin' months-that's how long Gin's been waiting to find him. Gin felt the disturbance when his powers were matured enough to be awakened, and he wanted him now.

He rounded a corner to his left, opening a door. He stepped into a dark room filled with multiple computers. Thick wires covered the floor, extending and connecting to the various smaller computers and machines that surrounded the main cluster of monitors. A large monitor consumed the majority of the space on the center wall, and various screens above it displayed video feed of experiments being conducted in the many rooms throughout the Lab. A high-backed leather chair was positioned in front of the main monitor with a seishin man sitting in it who was typing codes furiously on a large touch-keyboard.

The man in the chair was very handsome. He had jet-black hair that was neatly combed back on his head, and the curves and lines defining his face looked like they were carved by some divine being. His pale, muscular body was prominent through his thin white talk-top, and his dark blue jeans loosely clung to his long legs. On the left side of his face was a strange tattoo of a black dragon. Its tail arched from his chin and its body curled until it was level with his left eye, the mouth of the dragon open towards the man's red iris.

"What?" demanded an annoyed Gin as he stepped inside the room, shoving his hands into the pockets of his black trench coat. He, the superior, had been summoned by one of his minions, and he wanted to know why such an act of disrespect was warranted.

The man spun in his chair to face Gin. He didn't look fearful at Gin's presence, yet his blood-red eyes held a submissive and respectful look in them. However, shining through the swirling red depths were indications of excitement, an emotion very rarely expressed by anyone in the Lab.

The man slowly bowed his head before addressing his superior, "Gin-sama, I believe I've finally found him," he said in a sickly sweet voice, pointed teeth flashing through his perfectly white smile.

Gin quirked an eyebrow. Though the movement was small, it pleased the man in the chair. Any emotion or movement Gin made to disturb his perfect poker face was only due to extreme emotion, otherwise the man remained completely stoic.

"Who and where, Itami?" Gin demanded in a still calm voice.

Itami spun in his chair to face the computer, "I believe you already know him, Gin-sama. This person was the one who was trying to destroy the organization before you...made it disappear," he replied with a smirk while his fingers furiously typed.

Gin huffed in remembrance of the now destroyed organization. Gin had destroyed it, as a matter of fact. The day the boss of the organization had demanded that Gin and his fellow seishin let him conduct experiments to exploit the secrets of their powers was the day that newspaper headlines read: Mysterious Explosion! Entire Building Turned to Ash! Nothing Able to Be Recovered of Possible Survivors!

"Who?" demanded Gin again, this time less calmly. Gin was not known to be a man of patience.

Several images appeared on the screen before a window displaying live video feed popped up on the screen, "Him, Gin-sama," replied Itami in a submissive voice, indicating to someone in the live feed.

Gin leaned forward as he looked at the screen. "Are you sure, Itami?" asked Gin.

Itami didn't look away from the screen, "I'm positive, sir. It's him. Your sensors don't make mistakes."

Gin stared at the screen, a wicked smile creeping on his lips. His silver eyes sparkled from beneath the rim of his black fedora in anticipation of gaining what he had waited so long to acquire. He darkly chuckled as he watched the feed:

"Edogawa Conan. Who would've guessed he's the Grimmori."

The clouds in the sky drifted peacefully on the swift autumn breeze. The intense light of the sun was neutralized by the gentle shade provided by the clouds, allowing for a beautiful fall day in Japan.

Floating among the clouds was a blimp, or a ship as most people called it due to its enormous size, and through the windows of this ship, three kids watched in awe as the white masses passed in front of their faces. After a while of simply staring at the beauty and enormity of the clouds, the children made a game of spotting and pointed out to each other the different forms they perceived in them.

"That one looks like Yaiba," said one wide-eyed girl in a frilly childish dress as she stared out the window at the man-shaped cloud.

"And that one looks like Hakase, or like a whale," joked the thin freckled boy who stood to her left, his arm pointed toward the round cloud.

"That one looks like unagi!" exclaimed an over-sized grade schooler who leaned over his friends, destroying whatever boundaries of personal space that would have normally been established as he forced himself upon them. His eyes were wide and sparkled in exaggeration, his mouth drooled, and he pointed his finger comically against the glass.

"Genta-kun! You're crushing us!" cried the girl as she was pushed against the glass.

"Y-Yeah! I can't breathe!" wheezed the freckled boy, blushing as he was pressed against his smaller female companion.

"It's not my fault," murmured Genta as leaned back, releasing his victims.

Mitsuhiko breathed a sigh of relief when he was able to breathe again, though his face was still blushing. Turning towards Genta he said, "Well maybe if you didn't eat so much unagi, you wouldn't be big enough to be a crushing hazard."

Genta leaned backwards, his before serene face replaced with one flushed with annoyance, "Well maybe if you weren't so thin and weak, Mitsuhiko-kun, there wouldn't be a problem," spat the enraged boy as he crossed his thick arms over his chest and turned his back dramatically away from his friend.

Mitsuhiko's face reddened in anger and embarrassment as he heard Ayumi's cute giggles beside him. How dare Genta say that! He is perfectly normal, physically, in comparison to all the other boys in his class. Genta was the true abnormal one; although, abnormal in the sense that he was ten times stronger and about a head taller than all the other boys in the class, something that cannot technically be intelligently argued as a bad abnormality.

Not wanting Genta to get the last word, Mitsuhiko scrambled for a counter-insult, "W-Well…," he stuttered, "…a-at least I'm not failing math class! You're so dense you can't tell 2x2 from 8x8!" The lanky boy smirked in triumph. Genta may have the muscles, there's no doubt about that, but when it came to brains, he was best in his class, besides Conan of course, while Genta was just barely getting by.

Unfolding his arms and stepping forward, Genta looked down threateningly at the smaller, smirking boy, "What did you say, shorty?" he asked through clenched teeth, his face red in anger.

Mitsuhiko, outwardly unfazed by Genta's attempt at intimidation, sarcastically said, "Oh I'm sorry, would you like me to say that slower so you can understand it, meathead?!"

"Pipsqueak!"

"Musclebrain!"

"Bookworm!"

"Idiot!"

Conan groaned, rubbing his temples as the fight between the two boys escalated in pitch and volume. What did he do to deserve this kind of torture? All he he'd ever done was solve murders and execute justice, and then one little act of over-curiosity landed him in a hell where his three personal demons of purgatory followed him around everywhere he went, making his life as miserable as possible.

I SO want my old life back, thought Conan as he let his head fall dramatically onto the table he was sitting in.

"Oh-ho-ho~ Has the meitantei finally met his match?" smirked the not-child sitting next to him, "I would have expected some force greater than the combined annoying tendencies of three elementary school kids to send such a brilliant mind into such a pitiful state." She placed her face in her hands, elbows propped up on the table as she gazed condescendingly at the head of her shrunken companion.

They both knew that accepting Sonoko's (who had moved to study abroad in America) uncle's invitation to come onto the world's largest blimp would not go unnoticed by the three nuisances, so they had to drag them along. Agasa, Ran, and Kogoro were also invited, all of whom were sitting at the table across the room and out of ear-shot of the shrunken teenagers.

Ran sat looking bored because she had no one to talk to and agitated that her dad, not even forty minutes after they had departed, managed to get completely drunk. Kogoro was ranting some sort of nonsense about his precious Yoko-chan to Agasa who just nodded and gave half-hearted laughs at the sleuth's supposedly funny jokes.

Conan didn't look up at the scientist, simply groaning in response to her sarcasm.

Well, someone's in a bad mood, Haibara thought as she hopped down from her seat. Seeing that Conan wasn't in the mood for talking, she left him to sulk over his headache and walked across the room to save the professor from Kogoro. The latter currently had his arm flung over Agasa's shoulders and was forcing his glass of beer towards the professors' face, spilling half of the drink on said professor in the process.

"Take that back, Mitsuhiko-kun!" yelled Genta from behind Conan's chair. Genta was completely blood red in the face. His fists were clenched at his side, his knuckles turning white as he ground his teeth and stared at the freckled boy in front of him.

Mitsuhiko stood his ground against the taller boy, ignoring Ayumi as she tried to calm her fighting friends, "Why don't you make me, fatty. Fatty, fatty, fattyyyy, Genta-kun's a fattyyyy." Mitsuhiko sang while he teasingly crossed his eyes and hopped in a circle.

Genta's face turned murderous. "That's IT!" yelled the overweight 6-year-old before he tackled Mitsuhiko. The two rolled on the ground, biting, clawing, and kicking at each other with all their might.

Conan painfully lifted his head, agitated, to address the quarreling children, "Guys, stop it! One of you is going to get hur—"

Conan stopped mid-sentence as the fighting boys rolled into his chair, knocking him off his seat and onto the floor. He didn't have long to recover himself, because soon the two boys had rolled over to him, stopping their roll, of course, on top of him. "Ah…Ugh," gasped Conan as both Genta and Mitsuiko crushed him. Conan closed his eyes as he both heard and felt Mitsuhiko squeal as Genta gave him a wet-willy.

"Well, ain't this an amusing scene: da great Ku-C-Conan-kun being pushed around by a couple of brats. This day just can't get any better," laughed a strongly accented voice from above Conan.

Conan felt his headache increase as he listened to the voice he knew all-too-well. Why are YOU here? As he opened his eyes, praying that it wasn't him, his agony was confirmed as he beheld the smirking, hat-wearing face of the one and only Hattori Heiji.

Mitsuhiko and Genta paused in their battle, Mitsuhiko's hands on Genta's throat and Genta's fingers in Mitsuhiko's ears, "What did you call us!" they screamed in unison.

"We are not brats!" exclaimed Genta as he clambered off of Mitsuhiko and stood up, arms crossed across his chest.

"Yeah!" agreed Mitsuhiko who also got to his feet, "We are mature young adults. We would never act like brats." Ayumi, though not initially caught in the conversation, walked over, nodding her head in agreement with her companions.

Conan scrambled to his feet, brushing off his pants and un-wrinkling his shirt. Heiji snickered as he glanced at Conan's disheveled state. Conan saw his face and proceeded to secretly flip him the finger which the Osakan found even more hilarious.

Heiji turned back to the kids, his hands in his pants pockets and his voice filled with mock sincerity, "Of course, why hadn't I seen it before? Givin' wet-willies and callin' people names are the two sure signs of mature young adults. Why, I would say you guys are better suited as adults than Conan-kun."

The boys, blushing in embarrassment, both gave huffs of annoyance before quickly turning around and marching over to the window they were previously occupied with looking through, Ayumi in tow behind them.

"Jeez, Hattori-kun, I didn't know you were such a sass-master. Your sarcasm seemed worse than that mini-scientist's for a second," said Ran from behind the Osakan.

Startled as to why the hell Ran had just made reference to Haibara, Conan quickly leaned over to look behind Heiji's legs to see Ran, but was stopped as a poof of pink smoke surrounded him.

The next thing he knew, Conan was tied upside-down to the back of a chair, his arms tied to the legs of the chair and his feet to the top of the back. "But then again, the strangest secrets come from the strangest of people. Don't you agree, Tantei-kun?" asked a messy-haired Shinichi-look-alike as he sat backwards in the chair Conan was tied too, still imitating Ran's voice.

As his blood rushed to his head and heated his face, Conan snarled and looked up at the thief, "Kaito! What the hell are you doing here? Untie me!" snarled the mini-sleuth as he struggled against the bonds.

Kaito laughed as his favorite critic continued to curse at him. Not too loudly of course because he didn't want to draw attention from Ran who was now occupied with chatting with Kazuha and Aoko who were also on the ship.

"Just think of this as payback, Tantei-kun, and you should consider it a very merciful one, too. I still have that bruise on my shin from those high-powered shoes you used at my last heist."

"I think ya better let him down, Kid. Otherwise he'll cave in yer face with a soccer ball da first chance he gets, and then you'll really be hurtin'," advised Heiji although the dark skinned teenager was hardly concealing the laughter he had from seeing his detective rival squirming in such an embarrassing position.

Kaito frowed mockingly. He gloomily snapped his fingers and after another poof of pink smoke, Conan was back on his feet and safe on the ground.

"Why are you two here?" demanded Conan as soon as the smoke cleared.

"What? Aren't you glad to see us? It's been what, two whole weeks since my last heist, and we barely get to see you let alone hang out anymore. You're always busy solving the murders of people who drop dead around you, and hot-head over here and I don't necessarily 'get along' without you around," pouted the magician as he slumped in his chair.

Heiji rolled his eyes at the magician's pouting, "We were invited here just like you were, Kudo. It's not like we scaled da ship while it was taking off and snuck in here," Heiji exasperated.

Conan rubbed his head with his hand. Of COURSE you were invited. The universe just hates it when I'm happy, doesn't it? Conan glanced up at the Osakan detective, "Why would you bring her?" he asked indicating to Kazuha.

Heiji groaned, "Da same reason you had to bring those brats. She heard I was comin' and forced me ta let her tag along."

Kaito nodded and turned to Conan, "Same thing goes for me. Ahoko heard I was coming, and wanted to come too. Wasn't much I could do about it. I tried to say no, but when girl meets mop which meets my face, there's little I can do to argue. That girl is just a mop-wielding psycho, a danger to society I tell ya!," he said while subconsciously rubbing the spot on the back of his head where Aoko hit him earlier.

"Oh, I'm a mop-wielding psycho, am I?"

Kaito winced at the angry voice he heard over his shoulder. Armed with a mop and looking like she was about to go a-wall Aoko continued, "This mop-wielding psycho can still kick your ass!"

Jumping out of his chair, Kaito made a mad dash for safety as Aoko chased him, swinging her mop and cursing him for calling her a psycho.

Conan watched them run off. He's such an idiot. It's obvious that he likes her, so why doesn't he do something about it? As soon as he thought that, he realized what a hypocrite he was being. Wow, I can't really give advice I don't use, can I? I guess I'm in the same boat as Kuroba, but at least I have an excuse.

Looking at his small body, Conan started yet again to mentally beat himself. Why did he have to go after those men in black that day at Tropical Land? It would have saved both him and Ran so much pain and suffering if he had just gone home and let shady guys be shady guys. But no. He's an idiot. An overly curious, self-absorbed idiot who didn't even think about what the consequences could have been for following two shady men behind an amusement park.

Ran. Conan looked over at her. She was talking with Aoko and Kazuha at a different table than the one he saw her in earlier, probably in order to get away from her drunken dad. She smiled and laughed as she talked to her friends. He loved that smile. He hated himself for making that beautiful smile disappear on a daily basis. His absence as Shinichi left her crying night, after night, after night, and he could hear every sob of it through the thin walls of the agency. It was torture. He hated it. But the only thing he could do about it was be patient until Haibara found a cure. I guess we both have to be patient for that cure.

He sighed. Picking up his overturned chair and climbing back into his seat, he continued to think about the possibilities of an antidote being made anytime soon.

Gin watched Conan pick up his fallen chair and sit back in it. Now the only problem is how to get him, thought Gin. A plan began to formulate in his head, and Gin smirked, "I have a plan. But we need to act now."

Itami looked towards his superior, "What do you wish us to do, sir?"

Gin continued to look at the monitor, his evil smirk still gracing his thin lips, "You and the other Usotsukis will bring him to me."

Itami grinned as he asked, "How would you like us to...aquire him, sir?"

Gin straightened up, "I'll explain after you have gathered your brothers. I don't want to explain it twice."

"Yes, Gin-sama," replied Itami as he stood up and bowed deeply to his superior before quickly leaving to find his fellow seishin, the Usotsukis, his seven brothers.

Gin smirked as he sat down in the leather chair, propping his elbows on the armrests and folding his fingers in front of his face while continuing to watch the live video feed. Sure, the child might be damaged, maybe even killed, in the plan he had in mind, but Gin didn't care. He had to make sure no one would look for him once he had captured him. And besides, Gin could heal any damage to the child, even death, with his magic.

Gin crookedly smiled, pointed teeth flashing, as he watched the child talk to a waitress. He gave a small dark chuckle before stating, "I have finally found you, Grimmori, and you will soon be mine."

*Knock. Knock.*

Good, he hurried. "Enter," said Gin from where he was still sitting in his chair.

The door slowly opened and Itami stepped inside the dark room, proceeded by seven men, "I've gathered them, Gin-sama."

Gin slowly spun the chair around. In front of him were his finest creations: his Usotsukis. They're the elites, the eight most powerful of all of the seishin he has under his control. Each has his own unique powers, but for the most part they all have the same powers as their seishin species, the tsubasas or "winged-ones." Gin is a seishin tsubasa as well, but he is far more powerful. They're all identical is face and physique, and they all have the same red eyes. Itami is the alpha of the group, the most powerful, and his right and left hands in command are Kanashimi and Chi.

The only differences the eight "brothers," or so Gin called them, have are their hairstyles and the location of their seals (which all looked like black dragons). Itami has sleek black hair and has his seal on the side of his face. Kanashimi has bleach-white spiky hair and has his seal on the side of his neck. Chi has straight red hair and has his seal on the underside of his forearm. Kowareta has brown hair that is cut close to his head and has his seal on the side of his shoulder. Akuma has very curly blonde hair and has his seal on the back of his hand. Waru has long dirty blonde hair that is held back in a short ponytail and has his seal on his shoulder blade. Shi is bald and has his seal on the back of his head. Ikanno has long, straight dark blue hair that looked almost black and has his seal on his left chest.

They all wore comfortable clothing, and they all looked excited at the thought of being able to please and serve their master.

Gin grinned. "I'm sure Itami has already told you that we've located the Grimmori," said Gin who glared daggers at the eight men in front of him, "and that I have a plan to capture him. But we must act quickly, so pay attention."

All eight leaned close as Gin began to explain his plan.

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Translations:

seishin = magical being (direct translation is "spirit")

Usotsukis = 8 powerful seishin that are loyal to Gin. Itami is the alpha.(direct translation is "liars")

tsubasa = winged one (direct translation is "wings")

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