Warning... Shinichi is very OOC in this story and there will be descriptions of violence and torture.

Also... I don't know what the hell drove me to write this strange story...

Chapter One:

(Shiho's P.O.V)

For a moment, I nearly aroused to the sound of a clock.

Tick... tock...

Tick... tock

I found myself drifting back off to the somewhat calming harmony of the clock, taking in a deep breath at every tick and exhaling at every tock. For some people, a clock may remind them that time is always passing, hence why many find the sound quite annoying .

For me, however, it reminds me that I still have time. I'm still here, still breathing and spending my precious time alongside my friends, the Professor, my friends, and...

...My partner.

Before, I wanted nothing more than to disappear... to be erased completely and finally free from being chased constantly by the Organization...but, he taught me what it meant to be alive. He taught me how precious life is and how wonderful it can be to create such beautiful memories with everyone.

And yet... I still can't help but think to myself, why in the world did things have to end up like...that?

Tick... tock...

Tick... tock...

Wait... since when did I have a clock in my room...?

And, this scent... it's familiar. A musty scent with a stale air to it. A distinct scent like this could only be in one place...a place that I...unfortunately, know all too well.

My eyes snapped open almost instantly as my steady breathes hitched in my throat.

It was at this moment that everything as I had knew it had completely and utterly changed... almost as if a world of white had suddenly inverted into a pitch black.

Where... am I?

The very first thing I noticed was that I was certainly not in my comfortable bed at Hakase's... What I was in, though, was a dull gray armchair that complemented the also gray interior of the eerie, dark cell around me. I attempted to stand up and observe. Before I could, however, a strong force prevented me from doing so. My eyes drifted downwards on the silver chains that bounded both my arms and legs completely in place, much to my fear.

I've been captured? By the Organization? It can't be! The last thing I remember was finally finishing the antidote. Afterwards, I decided to take a nap due to my exhaustion...but I don't remember ever actually taking it or telling anyone, for that matter.

So why the hell am I in my original form and how did I end up here? Are the professor and the kids safe? Mouri-san and the others? Does Kudo-kun realize that I'm not there? Is he okay? Oh god, I hope they're safe and it's only me that's been targeted...and, what about—

"Ah, it seems you've finally awakened." A familiar voice suddenly reverberated throughout the small cell, causing my head to snap over to the door in front of me as it painstakingly creaked opened.

That voice... I know that voice. There's not a doubt it my mind! It's so familiar...yet why can't I remember who it belongs to?

As the door was now fully open, his tall and masculine nonchalant figure was now completely visible to me.

It's... Kudo-kun? It's, actually him... in his original body... but how? I suppose I'm still not entirely accustomed to his original voice, yet, since I've only heard it the few times he turned back. Was he captured too and is just as clueless as I am? He must have escaped and came to find me, probably. Thank god... I despise being the damsel in distress, though I can always count on him to save me from the hands of these wretched crows.

"K–Kudo-kun!" I called out in a mixture of surprise and relief. "I'm glad you're here. What is going on? What happened?" I frantically question him, also noting that my tone of voice came out rather hoarse. No matter, now that Kudo is here, he will be able to clear up my confusion as he always does and get us out of here, being the reliable detective he is.

Only further adding to my confusion, he shut the door behind him, leisurely taking a few steps towards me as his lips stretched wide into a grin, leaving my unanswered questions still lingering about in the dim room.

"Oi...don't just stand there! Now is not the time to find this amusing!" Of course, I had nearly forgotten how he loves to take advantage of every opportunity to mock me. It's strange, though, since Kudo would never joke around in a dire situation such as this one... it's not in his character. At least, that's what I had thought.

"...What's wrong?" I asked him when his grin did not falter. A strange glint sparked in his eyes as he examined my figure from top to bottom. Once again, I received no answer. All that was heard was the continuous ticking of the clock echoing throughout the small, dark cell that was illuminated by dim, orange torches on the surrounding walls.

Just what the hell is going on? Is this some kind of cruel and pathetic attempt at a prank? A part of me was really hoping that the Professor would jump out and say, "Just kidding!", but no such thing had occurred. In fact, the peculiar atmosphere had only intensified with every passing second.

"Nothing...everything is absolutely perfect." Kudo finally spoke, his words containing a trace of satisfaction as he placed both his hands, in which I realized to be concealed in black gloves, into his pockets. I just now notice his strange attire as my eyes followed his action. Kudo's upper half bore a black leather jacket that's sleeves stopped right at his elbows. His arms were wrapped in chains as well, which was probably meant to be solely for appearance since it didn't seem to restrict his movement at all or be of any use. The bottom of his outfit consisted of pure black leggings and boots. If this was my first time seeing him, I would have figured he was a goth of some sort.

Has he gone crazy or something? A dream... yes! A dream, that's the only explanation for this insanity... it must be.

My eyes locked onto his deep, azure ones as I began to grow increasingly impatient. My head was spinning at trying to fathom what was happening. In fact, I'm only getting more confused with every second that passes by. "...Hey...why aren't you answering me? Why are you dressed like that? Tell me what is—"

"Shh..." He silenced me, pressing his index finger along my lips, causing me to flinch in surprise at the sudden gesture. "Il'l answer all your questions after I've satisfied myself." Kudo responded as he pulls away. 'Satisfy' himself? What the hell does he mean by that? He can't mean... could he?

I stared at him as his hands begin to slowly remove his jacket, revealing his... rather toned chest. Why is he doing this... he's just joking, right? A sudden warmth overwhelmed my face at the thought of Kudo and I... doing such things.

Shiho, just what kind of indecent dream is this and why are you having it...?

"...You don't mean... y–you plan to...?" A sudden burst of laughter forced my words back down into my throat, causing me to feel somewhat annoyed. If Kudo is acting this calm, then this must not be that organization's doing... and judging by what he has said so far, could it actually be his? What for? Why did he change us both back? Why is he acting so strange? And why is he playing around with me? Ugh, none of this adds up at all!

"Ahahahah! Of course not!" Said Kudo through his hysterics. "What I plan to do is far more pleasuring than such an obscene act like that. I didn't think you thought so poorly of me, Haibara! Oh wait, I suppose it's Shiho now, isn't it?"

As I somewhat regained my composure from the embarrassing thought, my gaze of bewilderment fell back on his. "...Kudo-kun?" I began, still unsure of his reasons for messing around with me. "This prank of yours isn't funny... and why did you give us the antidote without at least talking with me about it first?

A snort escapes his lips as if my words were humorous to him. "You don't get it yet, do you?" Of course I don't get it! I don't understand a single damn thing. "The reason I wanted you to finish the antidote so badly wasn't so i could confess to Ran..."

"...What?" Isn't he in love with her? Kudo has been pestering me nonstop throughout the past year I've known him to finish it so he can properly explain things to Mouri-san... and now he says that he had an entirely different intention?

"My true goal...was actually..." His face closes in near mine. I wonder for a second if he's actually going to kiss me. Could it be that...I was the one he wished to confess to? Although I can't see myself right now, I'm positive that I've turned stark red.

This is sure as hell a strange way to confess your feelings to someone...

A sharp excruciating pain suddenly aches in my left shoulder just below my neck as Kudo's crazed eyes shine with utter bliss. "...to cut you up into my personal porcelain doll!"