*No POV*

(You might not know what's going on if you didn't read my first fanfic. Here's the link: .net/s/6694598/6/)

Shinchi looked out over the district. Bang. She turned around, eyes widening, blood pouring out of the bullet wound that had appeared in her stomach, seeping out onto the white tile floor, staining it a bright scarlet. Shinchi sagged to the ground, holding her wound tight, though it hurt like hell. "Y-you…" she stuttered as the tall, black figure walked closer to her.

A smile had appeared on the lipstick covered lips, and a small, dainty white hand outstretched towards the young girl's mouth, a pill pinched between the fingers. "Good to see you're doing well," Vermouth teased tauntingly, forcing the teenager's mouth open easily. "But it all ends here."

The hand pushed the small pill down Shinchi's throat, making sure that the dammed girl swallowed it. Her smile widened as the corners of her mouth rose even more upwards. "Goodbye, young bastard."

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Meanwhile, Heiji and Conan were still in Conan's hospital room, chatting. Heiji had to be careful not to make Conan too agitated, or the 'young child's' wound would open. Conan looked up at Heiji after a session of arguing about Ran.

"That's strange…" he muttered. "Shouldn't Shinchi be back by now? Didn't she just go to get a canned coffee?"

Heiji thought for a moment. "She didn't say why she left. But I'll go look around. Chance are, she'll be on the roof. That's where most people go for fresh air." Conan nodded in agreement. "So see you when you come back?" Heiji nodded, and stood up, brushing himself off, and left.

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Heiji walked out onto the roof and looked around. His eyes slowly traced the railing and the white tiled floor. Then he spotted a figure lying on the floor, surrounded by red. He rushed over, hoping that it was not…not her. Heiji stood there in shock. "Shi-Shinchi…" he muttered quietly, kneeling down beside the tiny figure. "Huh?" The girl had shrunken considerably, to the roughly the size of a first grader. "N-no way…" Heiji whispered. "The black organization?" As he gazed down at the small female, she began to stir slightly. Heiji sighed. He picked her up and brought her back into the hospital. Questions could wait. But apparently her wound couldn't.

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A young girl lying in bed opened her eyes. The grey orbs looked around in confusion, narrowing as they tried to focus. Heiji stared down at the now smaller Shinchi. "Sh-Shinchi?" The eyes flickered to the figure next to the bed, though the small, pink lips kept silent. Then they opened.

"I'm still alive? That's a shocker," a deep yet feminine voice said softly.

"What do you mean? You should be dead?" Came the slightly confused reply from the Osaka high school detective.

The grey eyes narrowed even further. "I shouldn't have been born from the start. But ignore that. Was Vermouth caught?" The grey eyes pierced through his with complete innocence.

"Vermouth?"

"Yes, Vermouth. Didn't you know that the people in the black organization were named after different alcohols?"

"Woah, woah. Hang on a second. You were in the black organization? The same one that made your brother the way he is today?"

Slowly, slowly, the young girl nodded. "I was. But not anymore. I have been eliminated. Well, at least to them I have. I might even be in the same situation as Shinichi right now."

Heiji looked down at her, trying not to show his sympathy. "Well, I guess you can stay like that for now…"