So guys, 'sup. If anyone reads this I will be very happy. Detective Conan is my guilty pleasure. Whelp, I don't a lot to say for the beginning, other than I do not own anything you recognize, and there will be OCs just so I have people to kill off. That's about it for now. Good luck, stay safe, and have a nice day ;)


Artemis Fowl was in a bad mood. While anyone who knew the boy would tell you that this was not an uncommon event, and a certain elf would get very vocal on the topic, Artemis felt this at least was not the same. This particular reason for his, pardon the pun, foul mood was the forced vacation he'd been sent on. While his parents had pushed him to partake in many a trip before, they had never literally pushed him onto a plane alone before this occurrence. Not even Butler had been aloud along. Apparently the giant of a man wasn't inconspicuous enough. Whatever that implied.

As he stalked in the general direction of his destination Artemis muttered curses under his breath in a wide variety of languages, most prominent of all being the native language to the country he was currently occupying, which was Japan. Tugging his suitcase along behind him he searched for a taxi of some sort, sadly he hadn't been to Japan in quite a while and therefore didn't have anywhere near the extensive web of connections he possessed other places, meaning he'd have to rely on copious amounts of money to reliably achieve anything. That and his social skills which anyone could observe were not plentiful, which was another topic his self-proclaimed best friend could rant for quite some time on.

Finally he tracked down a cab and was on his way. After curtly informing the unlucky driver of his intended destination he angrily pulled the letter that had started this all from his breast pocket. It was from his aunt and it requested his immediate presence to assist his cousin in some unsavory business he'd gotten himself stuck in. Artemis's own mother had insisted he heed his aunt's plea and had soon after forced him bodily onto a plane to Japan. Included in the letter's envelope had been a slip of paper with a code on it and a note that gave him permission to use his cousin's residence during his stay. A key was also included with the set. Sighing as his cab slowed to a stop in front of the, in Artemis's biased opinion, rather small dwelling, he pulled out the required amount due and left the vehicle without another word.

After punching in the code for the gate and turning the key in the lock Artemis assessed the building he was to reside in. Dust twisted on every surface and there was mail piling up in the box. Artemis frowned. There was something off about this whole experience. Why did the house look as if no one had stayed in it for quite some time? Where had his cousin run off to? Still in thought Artemis tugged his luggage off to where he knew the guest room to be from many a childhood stay in this very house. It was after placing his bag down next to the bed that he heard the creak of the front door opening. Frown deepening he went to chew out his maddeningly irresponsible cousin. Instead he was met with two girls, one who seemed to be quite riled up. All three occupants froze, staring wide eyed at what they thought to be an intruder.

"Who are you?" The previously worked up girl asked, something akin to cold fury now settling in her eyes.

"I don't think you're in a position to ask that, seeing as you've just waltzed into a private residence." Artemis scowled, not minding his clipped tones.

"I'm the one waltzing in?!" The girl exclaimed in disbelief, her friend seemingly assessing him from behind the vocal girl.

"Ran," the cowering girl interceded "I think you should hit him with your karate. Show him you can't mess with us!"

"I think I might just do so." The first girl smirked, settling fluidly into a martial arts stance.

"Wait, Ran? As in Ran Mouri?" Artemis said quickly right as the girl flashed into motion.

"Huh?" She asked intelligently, foot frozen centimeters from Artemis's head. "How do you know my name?"

Artemis flinched and retreated from the limb as it was retracted, smoothing out the newly created wrinkles in his suit. Sighing he started talking. "It has been a while since I've visited, and since I myself didn't recognize you it seems it's been far longer than I'd realized. While the last time I was in Japan was only four, no, seven years ago, I wasn't here for family." At her confused look he sighed and simply stated; "Artemis Fowl."

Her eyes lit up in recognition and a smile spread across her face. "Arty! Wow, it's been forever since I last saw you! What are you doing back here?"

"I've been asked to help that troublesome cousin of mine with whatever situation he's managed to entangle himself in." Artemis sighed, disregarding the use of his nickname.

"So you know him Ran?" The brunette still ducked behind Ran pressed.

"Yeah! This is Shinichi's cousin; Arty's mother brought him here on vacation every other year and Shinichi would go to Ireland on the alternating year. I know Artemis from his trips here. They stopped a while ago though." Ran explained.

"Yes, when I was eleven. My father went missing that year and my mother suffered a mental breakdown." Artemis added. Ignoring the pitying looks from the two girls he pressed on. "Speaking of Shinichi, do you know where he is? The house doesn't seem much lived in and this is supposed to be where he's staying."

"Shinichi is on a case. Or two. Or three." The brunette rolled her eyes. "Personally I think the detective freak has lost his touch."

"Case?" Artemis asked, brows furrowing in confusion.

"Yes, he's a detective now." Ran explained with more than a hint of admiration. "I'm worried he might be in trouble though."

"I guess that's why I'm here. Fantastic." Artemis frowned.

Seemingly out of the blue Ran spoke up. "Hey, do you want to come over for dinner?"

"Hm?" Artemis raised an eyebrow.

"Dinner! I can't see you making anything for yourself, and this way you won't have to hunt down a cab. It'll give us time to catch up and figure out what to do about Shinichi, since we don't know where he is and all." She nodded, seeming to have already made up her mind.

"I suppose I could." He hesitated.

"It'll be fun." She assured. "Maybe Dad can help! He's actually a flourishing detective!"

That certainly didn't fit with Artemis's mental image of Kogoro Mouri who he remembered as a blundering fool who wouldn't be able to find his socks without the help of Ran or Ran's mother. Intrigued he conceded, allowing the enthusiastic teen to drag him off.

After a couple blocks of forced exercise he was finally left alone with his childhood acquaintance as the aforementioned girl bid farewell to her friend who was apparently named Sonoko. Artemis mulled over the information he had been previously presented with and also how much his legs and sides hurt along with the tightening in his chest. Apparently Butler was right in trying to coax him into a regular exercise regimen. Artemis even had to shoot his best glare at the, obviously foreign, blonde boy who was staring at him quite openly so he could protect what little of his dignity remained at one point. Even so Artemis was forced to concede defeat. By the time Artemis had finally quelled his pride and was about to interrupt the inane blathering of his companion to insist on them caking a cab, he was even willing to pay for the obviously inhuman girl who hadn't even broken a sweat while Artemis himself was wondering if one could drown in their own perspiration, they had arrived at a small, two-story building. As Artemis faced the final obstacle in their journey, a short flight of stairs, he hypothesized that Ran lived in a small apartment above whatever store was on the first floor.

Finally, after many trials and times where Artemis thought he was sure to expire, they were at their destination. Ran called out to let the apartment's occupants to let them know she was home and invited her exhausted companion to settle on the dingy couch hunkered down like a particularly surly rhinoceros in front of a TV. Artemis obliged with far less contempt than usual.

Not long after he'd settled in did he hear the stomping of enthusiastic feet and within seconds a particularly short boy had entered the room. One would think looking at him for the first time that he was Ran's brother, but as Artemis studied the child he quickly realized that this was obviously not the case. In fact the kid's features; the shape of his nose, the color of his eyes, the angles on his face, had almost a Fowl connection to them. If he wasn't sure he didn't have any cousins this age Artemis would say the boy was closely related to Shinichi.

"Oh hello Conan." Ran smiled at the boy. "How was school?"

"It was fine Ran. Ai was out sick though." The small boy pouted. Artemis frowned; something was off, something about how the child spoke screamed wrong to the young genius. "Oh, who's that Ran?"

"That, Conan, would be my old friend-"

"Artemis Fowl." Artemis interrupted, scowl firmly in place as he rose from his spot on the couch. "And who would you be?"

Artemis felt almost a sick sort of pleasure at the way the boy's eyes widened and his body stiffened. He did notice with muted curiosity at how, instead of subconsciously moving behind what would be viewed as a safe adult from the average seven year old, the puzzling child instead firmly planted himself between Artemis and Ran.

"My name is Conan Edogawa." The child stated defiantly. Artemis raised an eyebrow.

"Is that so? And just what are you doing here 'Conan Edogawa'?" Artemis inquired.

"He's staying here while his parents are in America." Ran stepped in, shooting glares at the two boys.

"America you say? Do you speak English then?" Artemis questioned, switching to the aforementioned language at the second sentence.

"I do." The boy glared, also switching to English. "You're Irish."

"Yes I am." Artemis smirked, returning to Japanese. "Get that just from the accent?"

"Maybe." Conan shrugged, following Artemis's lead language wise.

"Conan is quite the detective!" Ran beamed proudly. "Always solving 'cases' for his little friends."

The look Conan shot her could have curdled milk.

"A detective, just like Shinichi hm?" Artemis suggested.

"Yeah! Shinichi even helps me sometimes!" Artemis could have sworn Conan's tone dripped with fake enthusiasm as he grit out the words.

"Speaking of Shinichi, do you happen to know where he is?" Artemis prodded.

"What's it to you?" Conan glared.

"He's my cousin you see, and after being forced onto a plane at the request of my, quite possibly insane, aunt, I've come to check in on him." Artemis explained, injecting as much of his annoyance into the simple words as he could.

Behind huge glasses Conan blinked once, twice, three times before his brow furrowed and the glare he was sending Artemis became scrutinizing. "Artemis Fowl huh." Artemis could have sworn he heard the child murmur in disbelief. Something about all of this continued to fail to add up in Artemis's highly analytical and highly agitated brain.

The phone ringing merrily snapped Artemis from his pondering and seemed to have gotten the attention of the other two occupants of the room.

Ran tossed her long hair over her shoulder and went to answer the persistent device.

"Mouri Detective Agency. How may I help you?" She answered cheerfully, daring the boys to say anything with an honestly frightening glare. "Mmhmm, mhm, got it. I'm sure I can work something out. Just give us an hour and we'll be right over!"

"Who was that?" Conan asked inquisitively.

"A client." Ran said happily. "Do you know where Dad is, Conan?"

"Out drinking and playing Mahjong with some of his buddies. He said not to bother him." Conan deadpanned.

"Of course he did." Ran let out a long suffering sigh. "And I'm guessing he left no clue as to where he was going?"

"None at all." Conan responded. Artemis watched in fascination as the boy's hands twitched and his jaw clenched; he was lying.

"How are we going to get this case done?!" Ran exclaimed angrily. "We need to pay rent! Wait," her gaze slid over to Artemis. "Are you still considered a genius Arty?"

"Yes Ran, I do not believe one ever stops qualifying as a genius after the title is given. I currently have the highest tested IQ in Europe." Artemis provided hesitantly.

"Well that's great then!" She beamed. "You can help Conan and me solve this case! We might even run into Shinichi!"

"Do I have a choice?" Artemis groaned at the same time Conan muttered "I doubt it." Though to which portion of Ran's statement this pertained to, Artemis had no clue.

"Let's get a cab!" Ran grinned, writing out a note to her father.


Shinichi soon found himself the unwilling occupant of the backseat of a cab headed towards the address Ran had supplied. Shifting uncomfortably from his place between the two full-sized teens, Shinichi did his best to try and mold himself to Ran's side, anything to get away from his over observant cousin.

Of all the people Shinichi expected to show up and threaten his already fragile secret, his estranged cousin was certainly not the face that first popped to mind. He hadn't even seen Artemis in over seven years. He vaguely remembered that their last couple meetings had been anything but pleasant, what with Artemis slowly withdrawing into himself until all that was left was a cruel, ruthless boy. The last news of Artemis though had been when he'd gone missing for three years and then reappeared as if nothing had happened. Shinichi frowned. There was definitely something different about Artemis, he just couldn't put his finger on it yet. Studying his cousin he noticed one highly abnormal thing. Putting on his best child-like façade, Shinichi tugged at the sleeve of Artemis's undoubtedly expensive tailored suit.

"Hey, why are your eyes two different colors?" He probed bluntly.

"Conan, that's rude!" Ran admonished him as Shinichi had expected her to. "Though, weren't both your eyes blue last I saw you?"

Artemis's left hand absentmindedly moved to rest beneath his left eye, which was hazel. "During the three year stretch when I was… missing something happened to me. I'd rather not talk about it, if you don't mind."

"I'm sorry." Ran apologized, eyes downcast and fists gripping wrinkles into her skirt. "I didn't mean to bring up any bad memories."

"It's fine." He answered shortly. "There's a lot about the past seven years I'd prefer to not have brought up."

This answer did little to quell Shinichi's curiosity or suspicion. Was the boy sitting next to him really Artemis Fowl? Or was he someone using the name to take advantage of Shinichi and his family? A sense of wrongness was itching under Shinichi's skin and it was making him paranoid.

"We're here." Ran exclaimed, forced optimism in her voice as she broke the tense atmosphere.

After stepping out of the cab and paying Shinichi noted that the taxi driver hightailed it out of there as fast as physically possible.

"Well there goes our return trip." Ran chuckled uncomfortably. "And oh look, my cell phone has no signal."

"This day continues to get better." Artemis scowled.

Shinichi silently agreed with him. He stilled as he heard something through the trees, a distant whir that permeated the air. Noticing that his companions were continuing up the road without him forced him to shake it off.

Shinichi watched as Ran approached the huge manor sitting on the hillside, gathered her courage, and knocked on the heavy wooden doors.

A young woman answered the door. "Hello, what is it that you need?" she asked.

"Um, we're looking for Izumi Kimura." Ran stuttered, only adding "we're from the Mouri Detective Agency." At the confused look from the house's owner.

"I am Izumi Kimura." The woman affirmed, frowning. "I assumed you'd be… older."

"Well, my dad wasn't available, but we brought someone just as capable!" Ran squeakily assured.

Artemis only offered a half-hearted wave. Shinichi's face met his palm, crushing his glasses into his skin.

"Well, come in." She sighed, gesturing them inside. The interior was just as grand, if not more so, than the exterior promised; wide arches and tall windows warmly lit by champagne colored light welcoming the trio into its insides.

"So you mentioned an assassination?" Ran pressed, trying to clear the hostile air.

"Yes. I believe someone will try to kill me at the party I'm hosting tonight." Izumi said solemnly.

"Worrying over that again?" I shorter person asked warmly as they entered the room, going to wrap their arms around the host from behind.

"Yes I am." Izumi snapped. "I take any threat to my wellbeing seriously." Turning to the two full grown teens and the one shrunken one she added, "This is my partner Nao Harada."

"Ran Mouri." Ran stated politely. "Oh, and these are Artemis Fowl and Conan Edogawa."

"Oh great, a foreigner." A man scowled from his position leaning against an archway.

"Eiji!" Izumi scolded in horror. "My brother." She clarified for the three newcomers. "Pardon his tongue."

"No, it's fine." Artemis dismissed. "I don't particularly care."

"Wow! I can barely hear your accent! What is it, Scottish?" Another girl exclaimed, entering the scene.

"Irish." Artemis ground out in annoyance.

"And this would be my sister, Kamiko." Izumi sighed. "We four are the only ones currently in the house, but more will arrive as the evening descends."

"What makes you think someone's going to kill you Ms.?" Shinichi asked as innocently as he could.

"Well, I've received five notes over the course of this month, all of them printed and containing thinly veiled threats." Izumi explained, pulling a stack of papers from the bag at her hip.

Taking them, Artemis loosened the oddly tied bow and started skimming the letters. After he finished Shinichi pestered him by pulling on, and wrinkling, his sleeve until he handed the papers over for Shinichi to scan.

Each note was about two sentences long and had a unique method of ending the recipient's life presented.

"How have you been receiving them?" Shinichi asked absently, still scrutinizing the letters clasped in his hand. He was so tuned out to anything but the client he didn't notice the odd look Artemis shot him.

"They've been shoved under the front door." Nao answered in place of their partner.

"Why are you holding a party that's going to put you in such a position?" Ran inquired worriedly.

"To draw the perpetrator out." Izumi scowled. "We tried watching at the peephole and a note was delivered anyways."

"I told her that it's a bad idea." Kamiko laughed. "She just won't listen though!"

"It's even a masked party." Eiji scowled. "How idiotic."

"Well you don't have to participate!" Izumi fumed. "This is my life and I choose what to do with it!"

"We're just worried Love." Nao pouted. "We don't want anything to happen to you."

At about this point Shinichi deemed he'd learned all he could from the conversation and had wandered off to examine the house once he'd handed the letters off to Ran. First he moved to examine the door. There was no mail slot in it, which explained why the letters were shoved under the door. Kneeling down, Shinichi took a closer look at the gap between the door and the floor. After it had passed his seemingly useless examination he moved on. Next was testing the range of sight one could get from the peephole. He dragged over a stool set against the wall so one could easily remove their shoes and pushed it flush against the door. Shinichi let out a frustrated a growl as the only way he could see through the peephole was if he stood on his tip-toes on top of the stool. He hated this puny body.

Seeing nothing amiss out the peephole, Shinichi was only alerted to something being wrong at the swish of paper originating from beneath him. He immediately leaped off his perch, kicked the stool out of the way, slammed the door open and rocketed a soccer ball off through the doorframe. The only sounds that followed were a muffled grunt of pain and the satisfying thud of someone falling to the ground. The silence from inside the house was deafening.

"Um, Conan?" Ran questioned slowly. "What was that?"

"Another note was shoved under the door, and I acted on instinct." Shinichi sheepishly tried to defend himself.

"Um, excuse me?" A foreigner interceded in basic Japanese, approaching the door holding the deflated soccer ball. "Was that an accident or…?"

"Who are you, and why have you been sending threatening letters to this residence?" Shinichi accused, getting right to the point.

"Uh, my name is Felix Drevin." The teen, who looked to be about Artemis and Ran's current age answered, "And I do not know what threatening letter you are talking about."

"The one you just shoved under the door." Shinichi scowled.

"I just came up the driveway. My… scooter is out of gas and I was wondering if someone here had some." Was Drevin's excuse. Shinichi eyed the powder blue vehicle suspiciously.

"You'd have to ask the people who live here that." Shinichi said slowly.

"Ask me what?" Izumi asked, leaning over Shinichi. "Oh hello. Are you the person who's been shoving death threats under my door?"

Shinichi answered "Yes." At the same time Drevin answered "No.".

"That's not confusing at all." Kamiko snarked from inside the house.

"Well, whichever it is, I think he should at least stay through the party, just so we can keep an eye on him." Artemis suggested, casting a suspicious glance over the boy.

"Great. More party guests." Eiji scowled sarcastically.


Alex's day had started off great, but had steadily gone downhill. He was pretty sure the tipping point had been seeing the odd boy about his own age in the street that had exuded an air of "Alex, you should really tail me because I'm up to know good." This thought had only been solidified by the glare sent Alex's way, presumably for staring. The guy had looked a mix of Japanese and European, also like a vampire; though Alex doubted that part was genetic. As per usual Alex had no restraint when it came to sticking his nose into the business of people with questionable moralities, which is probably what drew MI6 to him like gnats to honey. This is how he ended up shooting off a text to Sabina, who had been nice enough to take him to Japan in the first place, and him pursuing the shady character.

This all led up to Alex hotwiring a scooter in a spur of the moment to follow his mark that had entered a taxi, along with a pretty girl and a small child; in Alex's defense he'd only taken a quick glance at the scooter before hijacking it and had originally taken it to be a motorcycle.

This added up to him running out of gas conveniently right where he needed to be, even if it was half an hour after the person he was tailing. All of these experiences culminated in him watching a shadowing figure dart around the side of the house after expertly sliding something under the door, and to him being knocked flat on his ass by what he identified after regaining his breath, to be a soccer ball to the solar plexus. Overall not a fun experience.

What came next wasn't much of a party either, though he soon discovered what came after what came next was, in fact, a party. First though he was accused quite harshly of threatening the woman who lived in the house he was currently standing in front of. His rebuttal had apparently not been accepted, which is why he was being invited to the aforementioned party so he could be put under watch. Definitely not the blast he should be having back with Sabina, but, as usual, he only had himself and MI6 to blame. For Alex, MI6 had a hand in whatever was currently troubling the teen spy in his life, and therefore always shared some of the blame; for some reason his math teachers tended to severely dislike it when he started cursing Alan Blunt, Mrs. Jones, and "the fucking secret service" for his low grades. He had absolutely no clue why though. Nope. None at all.

After giving a fake name, no way was his real name getting out again, god knows how many times that's gotten him in trouble, he was introduced to everyone. Unfortunately for Alex, alias creation had been an on-the-spot decision, and because of this he ended up naming himself after his first undercover alias and the boy he had briefly impersonated while captured by terrorists. Fun times in the Rider vicinity.

"So, what does the newest letter say?" the girl who'd accompanied his mark-Ran he remembered-asked the small child-Conan-who had been very quick to accuse Alex, a poor, hapless, civilian, who had just so happened to be stalking the child's evil looking friend-asked, shooting a glare at the spy. How did Alex continue to get himself involved in such situations?

"I AM HONORED TO HAVE BEEN INVITED TO YOUR PARTY. AS A THANK YOU GIFT I WILL ADORN YOUR PRETTY NECK WITH A NECKLACE OF YOUR OWN BLOOD." Conan read. "It's in all caps." He explained, noticing the odd looks he received for the tone he read it in.

"See, it can't be me, I've never even heard of this place, let alone been invited here for a party here. Not including you lot putting me under surveillance." Alex griped.

"You can shut up." Eiji, the host's brother growled gravelly.

"I'm hurt." Alex deadpanned. "Can I go now?"

"NO!" everyone in the hall, sans Alex of course, exclaimed simultaneously.

"Wow. Rude. I will sue, don't think I won't!" Alex piped. "I know some very good lawyers!"

"Will you please be quiet!" Alex's prey, aka 'Artemis', said loudly in English, Irish accent becoming more pronounced in his frustration.

Alex glared and stuck his tongue childishly. The actual child shot him a condescending look; Alex was affronted.

The night went fast when one was confined with a host of insane people, Alex found. At about five thirty the grumpy Eiji lent him a set of nicer clothes and an ornate mask. Seeing that the rest of this batshit loco host was dressed a similar part, and looking just as uncomfortable in Ran's case, Alex felt less out of place. That is, until the other guests started to arrive.

The only notable characters in Alex's opinion were; Junko Kondo, a short, irritating women who seemed to enjoy sticking her nose in and meddling with other people's business as if it was her role in life, Miyuki Sakamoto, who Izumi, the host seemed particularly hostile towards, and Aki Murakami who seemed to share a rivalry with the host that was a step past friendly. Everyone else only elicited lukewarm reactions from the trained spy. Conan also seemed to be evaluating the guests, using his slight frame to dodge and weave through the crowd of masked revelers.

The person he followed here though seemed extremely uncomfortable, if his tense muscles were anything to go by. Artemis stood secluded in a corner nursing what was either a flute of champagne or one of ginger ale. Every once in a while he'd raise his eyes, scan the crowd, and then go back to his warming drink.

"Hey." Alex nodded, scooching up to the antisocial boy, addressing him in their native English. "What's shakin'?"

"You did not just say that aloud, to a real person." Artemis intoned dryly.

"Well, I'm beginning to have my suspicions that you're actually a robot, so that is debatable." Alex grinned jokingly.

Artemis looked insulted, and distressed, and like he was going to start panicking. Alex watched the other's pianist fingers tap out a tempo on his leg, one-two-three-four-five, one-two-three-four-five, over and over, it was mesmerizing really. The moment was broken, as they usually are, by the one who had put him in a trance in the first place. Artemis had seemed to have calmed down and was now doing his best to implode Alex's mind with his own.

"Whoa, sorry. I honestly didn't mean anything by that." Alex apologized sheepishly. "I guess I can sort be sort of an asshole."

"You certainly are an odd one Felix Drevin." Artemis commented.

"Great." Alex rolled his eyes. "Just what I've always wanted to be in life."

Artemis cracked the tiniest of smiles at that, which made Alex just the teensiest bit proud. This was all fine and dandy until the lights went out and an unearthly wail filled the air. Alex's first reaction was to grab Artemis, make sure he was safe and still there. Alex strained his eyes, trying fruitlessly to get them to make out anything in the half-light, preferably the one who had caused this chaos.

"Felix, you're hurting me." Artemis whispered, garnering no response. "Felix!"

"Oh, sorry." Alex apologized, moving his grip to loosely around the other boy's wrist.

Then the lights came on. Alex's grip tightened once more at the display before the party goers.

Izumi Kimura was strung by her arms from the drapes, throat cut in a ghastly, mocking smile. Placed in her mouth was a white rose, areas dyed red by the woman's own blood. A note was attached to the stem.

"Who's next?" Artemis read aloud.


So there ya go, first chapter. I'd like to mention that I tend to write in third person limited, which means it'll be fairly centered on one person's thoughts, how this affects this specific story is that anyone who is being focused on and who knows Shinichi's secret will have Shinichi referred to by his real name when accrediting dialogue or actions that are not spoken. This means if a character only knows him as Conan, he will be referred to as such in the narrative. I will only change third person limited pov at line breaks to limit confusion. Another thing, later in this story, once the ball really gets rolling I will be holding a contest, the reward can be a small, four chapter fic, at most, if you play your cards right. I'll inform anyone who is interested about the specifics when the time comes. So if you like my work, think about trying it out. I can negotiate fandoms and such over pm if you win. So there's that. Hm, time wise, this takes place after the Alex Rider Series, about right after the London Arc for Detective Conan, and right after the Time Paradox for Artemis Fowl-this will be explained later. Well, I'm out, please read, review, fave, and follow.

-Vetus