Hello another new story I'm using to procrastinate and not write the older and more popular ones! I'm going to say before you start reading; I DO NOT OWN DETECTIVE CONAN! IF I DID, GIN WOULD BE A GOOD GUY AND HE WOULDN'T BE EVIL. I am being redundant.

A shadowed hand stretched out towards my face as it rested with tired eyes. Another approached my abdomen, and finally a third to my chest. The hand reached my face and all the others halted sharply with a groan not unlike a zombie's.

Light exploded and hissing shrieks shot through the air as everything dissolved into a soft white light.

"Jee?" A soft voice called out for me from my right.

I opened my eyes and turned my head to see a small face peeking between my door and its frame. I smiled softly and motioned them forward.

My littlest brother stepped into the beams of moonlight shining from the floor to ceiling window on the wall behind me. His white hair that was unique to us siblings glittered like silver. Adding to the mystic affect, his diamond blue eye lit up like and LED light while his other gold eye glowed and smoldered like fire.

I gave a slightly larger smile and waved the hesitant little boy forward. The supernatural effect disappeared as soon as he let the light, but he was still the most adorable child I could imagine. He placed his unoccupied hand on the bed and clutched his teddy bear even tighter with the other.

In actuality, he wasn't really all that much younger than me, he was only half a year younger and just a bit physically underdeveloped, while I was physically and mentally overdeveloped. We were in the same grade and class of first grade.

As he climbed onto the bed, I pulled the covers up to his chin and smiled reassuringly into his fearful eyes. I wrapped my arms around him and tucked his head under my chin, forcing him to block out whatever nightmare he had this time. I began humming softly.

Don't you dare look out your window, darling everything's on fire.

The war outside your door just keeps raging on.

Just close your eyes, you and I'll be safe and sound.

His breathing evened out and I sank into sleep alongside him.

I blinked my eyes open and felt a hand run over my head in a loving way. I looked right into the deep purple eyes of my mother. Perfect black hair framed her gorgeous face as she stroked my hair to wake me up.

"Good morning, sweetie." She said as cheerfully as a mother possibly can, love pumped into everything she does.

My younger brother ran into the room, a rare smile on his face as he climbed onto my bed and began jumping around like most his age do when they're happy.

"What's the occasion?" I asked as I rubbed my eyes.

"Mom! The cat won't stop rubbing, "a sneeze, "against my legs!"

I felt excitement bubble up in my chest as my oldest brother walked into my room through the wide open doorway.

He'd been away for such a long time, he was twenty-five now if I could remember correctly. He graduated college a long time ago and he had a job that unfortunately required him to be on the opposite side of the world. He's an animator for a seriously major company in Japan. Not that I'm complaining about him bringing enough money home for us to live comfortably with a lot to spare.

On top of him being rich, he's "hot" in my older sister's words. He is handsome, he has short silver hair that he frequently dyes black and the same heterachromatic eyes that change colors depending on his mood and the lighting that match the rest of us siblings' eyes. He's really tall and he has a lot of muscles and he's super strong and smart, so I guess he is "hot" not that I get what my sister was saying.

He's super awesome and he brings gifts in the few rare times he visits us in Texas. He brings me manga and anime to watch and read.

"I got ya another gift, Jillly." He said, reaching behind his back with a wink.

"Detective Conan?" I gasped quietly.

"Bingo!" The book was placed into my hands and I looked up at him, almost certain there were sparkles floating around my head, maybe even a few flowers.

"Jeniveve, I have good news for you." My mother was sparkling more than I was.

"What is it?"

"I'm getting all of your siblings together and we're going to go meet your father for a family camping trip!"

I was speechless for a moment, before I was hopping up and down on the bed beside my younger brother, squealing like a fangirl.

Five hours later, the three of us were on a plane, headed for where we would meet my sisters.

Xyn, my younger brother, was asleep on my lap, and my older brother, Zerin, was listening to music as he began to doze off on his neck pillow. I just knew he was going to have a crick in his neck when he woke up.

When a baby started crying somewhere in front of us, I decided I would leave to go and find somewhere quieter. I gently roused Xyn and smiled at him mischievously. He gave back a tiny smile of his own and he grabbed his carry-on bag from under his seat. I grabbed my own and I ungracefully clambered over Zerin. The exhausted idiot didn't even give a moan as I use him as a kickoff. Xyn wasn't as reckless and he gently scooted around his legs. We both knew we would be in trouble if either "adults" caught us, so we walked quietly and quickly.

As we approached the front, the separating door flew open and a pretty lady with a cart came into view. I gazed at her with obvious confusion-that was until I saw the top of the cart was covered in fruit snacks, peanuts, and sodas. We skirted the edge, steering clear of her gaze, worried she would make us sit down again if she saw us walking around.

We stepped through the door and past the small flight attendant station and into the first class section. They had freaking tables and reclining chairs! I shared an awed glanced with Xyn before we crept up to a table. It was empty and had no signs that someone had been sitting there, so I climbed in with Xyn tailing like a shadow behind me.

The booth padding was so comfortable, I sank low in my seat and snuggled Xyn up to me with a sleepy smile. He consented and tucked his head into my stomach as he curled into a ball beside me, just as comfy.

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"Kid!"

Go away…

"Wake up, kid!"

I don't want to.

"The plane is crashing!"

"Holy crap!"

"Language." A stranger was telling me to watch my language… must not be too dang important to wake me from precious sleep.

A thundering crash echoed through my body and then I noticed the panic. So many people were freaking out and running around like maniacs. The first thing I did was grab a terrified Xyn and step out of the booth. I dodged people left and right, making my way back to our seat. I caught sight of the view outside as we passed the wing, and I felt terror ricochet throughout my bones and my limbs froze, quivering slightly. Even being a kid, I knew such a huge missing portion would cause a crash landing if we could even land at all.

I stopped by our seats and I crouched before Xyn.

My dull eyes looked right into his that glimmered with fear and life, "Li'l bro… I'm gonna go."

"B-but you don't know how to fly a plane."

"You know how fast I learn, kiddo."

"You'll come back, right? You will?"

"Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye." I saw a ghost of a smile cross his lips as I quoted that 'girls' show.

"You better keep your promise." He was impossible to hear in the deafening pandemonium I was attempting to block out.

"I will. I already swore."

"Say the real one."

"Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye."

"Alright now a pinky promise." I locked onto his pinky finger, a clump rapidly forming in my throat.

"I'll see you soon, Xyn. I'm gonna go pull a Conan."

"I love you, Jee!" He screamed over the sound, tears freely falling down his cheeks.

With one last false smile, I took off running, masterfully avoiding collisions as I made a beeline for the captain's cabin.

I opened the-surprisingly-unlocked door and felt bile rise in my throat at the sight outside the huge window. I couldn't find either the pilot or co-pilot anywhere, so I climbed into the pilot's seat and grabbed the yoke.

I opened my eyes and winced at a pinching pain in my side and chest.

Where am I? I remember the plane, but what else happened besides that?

I rubbed the back of my head with a wince before hearing an annoyed honk by something placed before me.

Oh, I'm gonna miss the bus.

I grabbed Xyn's hand before stepping into the large vehicle. I went to the seat in front of the furthest bench to the front of the bus. I had a clear view of people entering, and I saw people with ski masks approaching.

"Oi, ochibi." I looked up towards a voice. The bench in front had a man sitting there, with a person who was supposedly his girlfriend.

I smiled politely at him before silently asking what he wanted.

"Daijobu?" Holy-it's Japanese. Man am I glad I learned it.

I nodded quickly with another smile.

He lost interest in me and I looked over at Xyn. He was paler than usual, and he had a small scratch on his cheek.

I squeezed his hand a bit tighter, wordlessly asking what was wrong.

"Where are we?" His voice was barely loud enough to be heard.

"I'm not sure, should we get off and go find a policeman?"

He nodded shortly and imperceptibly.

I stood up, still tightly gripping his hand, and headed back towards the entrance of the bus. When I bumped into someone I began an apology, but I was knocked backwards with a sharp blow-a kick, maybe?

I had cushioned the fall for Xyn-he had been yanked backwards with me-and it made my side and chest hurt even more than before.

"What the he-" I cut off entirely when I saw the gun pointed at the bus driver.

I stood up with Xyn and quickly, but silently, walked to the bench in front of another couple that looked vaguely familiar.

"Girl, daijobu?" The voice was very familiar and had a heavy English accent.

I looked up at a very familiar person and nodded quickly, not wanting to draw any more attention.

As the men in ski masks made their demands, I felt Xyn tremble beside me. I placed a shaking arm around him and whispered a few comforting words to him.

When one neared us, I shook my head, telling him we had no devices of communication. I shivered slightly, beginning to feel oddly cold. I shifted closer to Xyn, feeling him shiver slightly as well.

"Jee." He whispered, a familiar terror present in his voice.

"Sh, it's okay, Xyn." I promised, placing my chin on his.

A loud bang come from behind us and Xyn let out a scream. I jumped as well, but I tried desperately to make him calm down. He was all-out bawling in seconds. I glanced back briefly to see a small kid that struck a familiarity was on the ground with some sort of device on the ground beside him.

The lady with the heavy accent stopped him from shooting the boy, and cleverly put his gun on safety. I was beginning to feel a bit wary of her. Then again, I was beginning to get a very bad feeling about all of this, as if something was clicking in an obvious answer.

My speculation ended when one of the men headed towards me. He yanked me out by the front of my shirt and dangled my feet in the air.

"Shut that kid up before we do!" With that I was thrown right back onto the bus's hard floor and I gained a new bruise.

I quickly stood up and brushed myself before climbing back onto the bench and crawling towards Xyn. I wrapped him in a hug and hushed him quietly. As his crying became sniffles and a few silent tears, I felt his aching heart and I placed his head under my chin as I shushed him quietly, willing him to sleep and leave it to me.

What the hell is going on?

What's going on? Find out in the next episode of Dragon Ball-oops. Wrong anime entirely. (I don't own that one either.)

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