Cannibal Love 2

The final Curtain

:) I'm baaaack. Oh my precious readers I missed Cannibal Love sooo much T.T After finishing CL 1 I thought about a sequel, but first I wanted to finish my two other FFs… but I couldn't xD nah! I was thinking alone about CL2 *-* I planned it, saw its scenery and held its dialogues with myself :3 And here it is! I hope you're not tired of bloody love yet and look forward to CL 2 too! ^^

~Warnings~

-OC! – This story will contain self-made charas. Some are unimportant but 1 is important (Lilly/Alice). But if you already read CL1 (what I'd advise u to do) you should already know her ^-^

-LillIchi, MitsuAi! – This story will contain and support those couples. Don't like? Don't read.

-Cannibals! – Zombie-like monster, which will also lead to horror & gore (not glorified ofc! But still M)

-Ecchi (H)! – That means physical relationships (No hardcore; rated T is enough I believe). I think it's kinda sad DC contains very few ecchi moments ^.~ The charas are sooo cute and since Ai, Alice and Conan are actually adult I'm simply going to use some smexy moments :} I really enjoyed writing this single ecchi chapter in CL1 and since I didn't want to write a "just-ecchi-and-plotless-FF" I'll use it here ;* Don't worry, all who really hate this can just skip parts that are marked with a "H" for ecchi :33

xD Please! Read the WHOLE prologue before forming your opinion. And don't worry :3 Sekai is no one important, just a random chara I need for this story.

[Prologue]

-Sekai Tsuyama-

"HEEEELP!" the beautiful woman in the nurses' dress screamed shrilly. "WHAA" the pale guy in the battered patient's-nightshirt moaned and sprinkled the nurse's face and neck with saliva and blood. She backed off as far as the poky space in the morgue allowed her to. The man rocked after her, his hands reaching to grab the edge of her (pretty short) dress. His whole skin was pale blue, his eyes white and empty and all in all he looked more like a rotten shadow of himself than a person.

"We should never have entered this closed hospital at a Friday the 13th she whined and pressed her hands sorrowful against her boobs. "Wrong" Sekai though "you should never have decided to try out a curse that was built to turn people into zombies."

"Wrong" a voice appeared out loud and made Sekai wince. A screaming shot cut through the air and hit the zombie's head. Powerful the rotten monster flew back and hit the floor; this time he was really dead. "Oh Nintarou! You rescued my live" the blond nurse cheered and snuggled herself closer to the handsome man who'd just appeared. "But you killed it" she suddenly whined and threw a pretending-caring-look at the dead monster. "It was a zombie, you got to kill them before they kill you" the man philosophized and the nurse nodded admiring.

Sekai poured out a long sigh and got up from the couch. The program promised this movie to be awesome. 'Great effects, better actors and a stunning story' it said but until now it had given Sekai nothing but boredom nicely wrapped in cheap stereotypes and model-like actors. She switched off the TV and left the nurse's station in her real nurse dress. Compared to the outfit the actress wore in the movie it resembled more a burlap bag than a dress; her break was over anyways.

Disappointed she started her tour through the patient's rooms. She was a nurse in the Beika City Hospital (short BCH), it was about 2 p.m. and Sekai Tsuyama thought about the movie she had just seen. She was actually addicted to Zombies and Zombie-movies, but this one had been 2 hours of boredom with cheap blood and plastic-actors. During her tour Sekai passed by the hallway to the forbidden rooms. In these laboratories special diseases were studied and barely anyone was allowed to enter them. Someone told Sekai that maybe half a year ago a new disease had been brought here. No one really knew what it could do… everything Sekai had heard was that it was set free in an elementary in winter and that there was already a remedy. But since a week this healed disease was seemingly under discussion again. The forbidden rooms were visited more often and Sekai and the other nurses couldn't help but trying to find out what was going on… until now they failed.

Yawning Sekai quitted her tour and decided to go home. Most likely this disease was not interesting anyways like the most were. But still… for some moments Sekai nearly laughed about herself. What had she thought? That maybe a disease was discovered that turned people into zombies? How ridicules, Sekai really had to stop watching those horror movies or one day she'd really believe her own life could be one.

[Act 1] - ||Entrance||

-Conan-

"Ouch! It's hurts!" Alice scream made every muscle in Conan's body wince.

"Alice, what happened?!" he shouted over so she could hear him.

"N…nothing, it's just my arm" she whimpered. Conan rushed over to the doorframe and peeked into the corridor that connected the kitchen to the office of the Mori-detective-agency. He saw Alice closing her eyes to hold back tears of pain; her hand covered the part of her left arm beyond the shoulder.

Finally Conan sighed "did you do it again?" he asked, most likely this time she'd hit a corner of the kitchen table. She opened her eyes a little and smiled "I really should stop walking while singing."

"No, you should stop closing your eyes while walking and singing" he replied amused and walked back into the office again. The office was illuminated by the midday sun of this pretty warm day of July and Conan walked slowly over to the couch and his book again. Even though everybody was wearing only shorts and T-shirts since some weeks it didn't help them to deal with the summer heat. Except Alice of course, she was only wearing skirts and T-shirts, she couldn't help it, she said, but it was a part of her education 'It has nothing to do with emancipation or not. Girl wear skirts, boys were trousers. If you start wearing skirts I'll start wearing trousers' that was what she kept saying.

Conan hopped back on the unpleasant hot court of the couch and tried to go back into Baker Street where Holmes and Watson suffered beyond the rain they lacked in Tokyo. He had read 'The Adventure of Black Peter' several times, but it still fascinated him. Alice started to sing again. Conan's eyes jumped up to the open kitchen door again and back. "~…I hear you calling and it's needles and pins~" he heard her and smirked. Another thing she couldn't help, starting to sing ever and anon. It was a habit of hers.

When she came to Japan she did it often, most of the time she tried to avoid it when others were around but she couldn't always… Then she stopped. The day her sister died the singing stopped and stood lost.

Until she started it again, maybe a month ago. One day Conan heard her humming out of the blue and then, some days later, she sang. Lost in thoughts he closed 'Black Peter' and put it away, he couldn't focus on it now. Instead he leaned back and closed his eyes to exclude the sunlight for some minutes. "~I wanna love you but I better not touch~" Alice singing was low, like she hoped he wouldn't hear her. For a moment he remembered how often it happened that Alice ran into something because she closed her eyes while singing, but this scream had been different, it had made him wince because it rang a bell in his memory, deep inside the piece of his memory he locked away painful moments.

"~I wanna hold you~" The last time she'd hurt her arm was half a year ago in school, a cannibal had attacked and infected her by biting her arm. The last time she said 'it hurts' had been in his nightmare back then. But everything turned out to be ok, they got healed and slowly everyone forgot about it, or at least stopped reminding about it.

"~but my senses tell me to stop~" The singing grew some louder and Conan pushed the memory away like a huge cloud, this memory was no good to remember and he was better off with keeping it pushed away.

"The Adventure of Black Peter... I have never known my friend to be in better form, both mental and physical, than in the year '95." Slowly he opened his eyes. Alice had sat down on the other end of the couch and read the first sentence of the Holmes novel out loud. Her curly, thick, brown hair that was bound together a little with a white bow and hung in her face and she stroked it back over her leave-green polo shirt. He wanted to say something but he saw Alice now moving her mouth silently, crossing her legs in her white skirt and her eyes running over the string of black letters, seemingly absorbed by the novel.

Conan sat back and kept quiet, watching the girl reading this book he liked so much. "Stop watching me" she ordered out of the blue without looking up. He smirked. "Gomen. What do you think of it?"

She smiled and closed the book. "I only read the first few sentences, I dunno yet."

"Ok, then finish it and tell me later."

Alice blinked "you borrow me one of your precious Holmes books?" she asked. "I'd have borrowed you any of them if you asked me" he replied defensively. Alice snickered "well, I know most of them since you told me every – little – detail." She brought her face close to his and threw a provoking look at him with her brown eyes that seemed glued to his. He felt his cheeks glowing, even though they'd been become a couple they still felt a little weird being this close… though it was a good weird feeling. "Ok then you don't need it" he grabbed the book and held it away from her. "Hey! You never talked about Blek Peta" she protested with an English accent and Conan twitched his mouth. "Chigau" he corrected "it's Black Peter, not Blek Peta." She blushed and jerked her head away. "Tsk, I pronounce it correct, at least Holmes has been English before they translated it into Japanese."

Conan shrugged "anyways, you pronounce this title wrong."

"Fine" she replied plainly and leaned back looking at him "then you read for me Mr. Know-it-all." He blinked but since she kept expectantly glaring at him he cleared his throat and started to read. "His increasing fame had brought with it an immense practice, and I should be guilty of an indiscretion if I were even to hint at the identity of some of the illustrious clients who…"

All rights of the song "Poison" go to Alice Cooper. All rights of "The Adventure of Black Peter" go to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

-Alice-

Conan cursed. "I'll follow him, you throw a look into this room; we need to find out what he did!" Before she could argue with him he turned around in the dark depot and traced after the man who tried to escape. Alice sighed and whipped her hand over her forehead. The July-sun had turned the old depot into a huge sauna and the summer made itself felt even though it was nearly all dark within the depot. Alice slowly walked over to a door some feet away from the iron-stairs Conan and the culprit had climbed up. The ground to her feet was dirty and dusty and every step she took echoed off of the walls of this empty building.

Alice and Conan had finally solved a case that kept them busy since some days. Not a big case though. Just this guy black-mailing his ex wife and her new boyfriend but now he tried to escape and kept saying something about committing suicide so Conan had followed him and sent Alice to find out what the culprit had done in the little room in the depot where he hid until they found him. When they had arrived they heard a weird sound like a metallic clicking and then some kind of crackling.

Alice had reached the door. She hated it when Conan followed a culprit on his own and sent her away. Of course he just wanted to protect her with telling her to find about something meaningless, but it scared her to think about Conan all alone with a dangerous guy as long as they were still captured in the bodies of children.

She twitched her mouth, not because of anger, just because she'd smelled something new in the air that had just smelled like a very old and dirty depot till now. The smell was thick and distinctive. Alice stopped with her hand on the door handle. A metallic clicking…. Crackling… a distinctive smell... She backed off.

Fire! The moment she understood it, thick, dark clouds of smoke appeared from beyond the door and made their way into the depot hall. If she'd opened this door the oxygen from this huge hall had forced its way inside the small room and had turned the fire within into an inferno that had most likely killed her. This was what this idiot had done within there! He really wanted to kill himself. She rushed over to the iron stairs. "Conan!" she shouted up into the 1. floor of the building which lay in darkness. "I'm ok, he's stunned" Conan replied from above her and seconds later his eased face appeared in the whole the stairs left in the upper floor. "Fire!" she shouted and instantly Conan's blue eyes widened.

By this time Alice could see growing flames licking the iron door and slowly destroying it. "Ok, I need to get him out of here. Lilly, you go and call the fire service." With these words Conan vanished in the darkness above again and left Alice back. She made an angry sound like a mixture of an angry cat and a dying bird. She hated this 'I do this… you do that…' he got used to. Being a couple didn't mean they stopped being partners. She turned around with her mobile phone in her hand… hesitating.

-Conan-

Conan walked through the darkness of the 1. floor. He was barely able to see everything because of the poor light that came through a single squared window. Finally he'd reached the culprit, Takuyama-san, who lay stunned and motionless on the floor. Conan heaved up Takuyama-san's huge body up and brought himself beyond him. Strained he shouldered the man and dragged him over to the stairs, now he regretted stunning him that far away from the exit.

Just when he desperately wondered how he should get this mountain of a man downstairs Alice's head appeared at the stairs. She plugged it up into the 1. floor and seemingly tried to get used to the darkness around. "Shinichi!" she smiled when she'd finally seen him, just like she was happily surprised about meeting him up here. "What are you doing here?" he gasped under the weight of Takuyama-san. "Wait I'll help you" Alice said and ignored his question and since he didn't stop glaring angrily at her she added "don't worry, I alarmed the fire service, but now we need to get him out of here."

He sighed and unwillingly he let her help him. In his 17-year-old-form he'd easily be able to get Takuyama-san out of this house himself but again his small body made itself felt. Never the less he was eased she helped him; he had kinda thought he'd need to roll this man downstairs, but with Alice's help they managed it slowly down to the ground floor. By this time the whole ground floor was flooded with thick, dark smoke and Conan saw that near a small iron-door a pile of cardboards had caught fire that seemingly had spread all over; the whole depot was aflame now.

"We need to hurry up" he shouted over the loud crackling of fire all around and the creaking of wood from above. "Ok!" Alice shouted back and coughed. Through the dark grey clouds Conan was barely able to spot her face even though she was just standing some inches away from him. He clenched his teeth; they had wasted too much time at the stairs. "Where is this silly fire service" he pondered angrily when suddenly a loud crack shot over the sound of fire all around. Fast Conan looked up and even though he couldn't see a thing he knew the ceiling was about to fall down. Both did their best to walk faster what was nearly impossible with Takuyama-san on their shoulders.

Another crack appeared, even louder than the one before and the next thing Conan saw was that something heavy fell down on them. Dust was raised and smaller things fell down and still flames and smoke was everywhere. With his eyes closed and doing his best not to breath Conan dragged the stunned man on, the exit couldn't be too far away anymore.

With a dull bang Conan recognized Takuyama-san's head had hit something. He tried to see what it hit and to his very release it was a huge door. With the last rest of his strength he pulled down the door handle and dragged the man outside where sun and fresh air welcomed him.

Smiling in ease he looked around the container harbor, it was dirty and abandoned but at least they had escaped the fire. He looked down to Takuyama-san whose face and clothes were covered with smoke and ashes. "That was close, ne Lil?" he asked still breathing in deeply and turned around. He and Takuyama-san were alone. His eyes widened and he glared back at the depot that was aflame. Alice wasn't around.

"Oh no!" he mumbled and without hesitation he rushed back into the depot, covering his mouth with his shirt. How could he have lost her? She had been right at his side until the ceiling fell down. An odd feeling made his stomach contract, Alice couldn't have been hit by pieces of the ceiling; she just couldn't! "Lilly?!" he shouted and instantly his lungs filled with smoke and he coughed. "S…chi" he heard and looked around. He had heard her voice. "Where are you?!" he shouted again this time through his shirt. "H…here" he heard a low voice from his left and walked through the burning depot. Finally, illuminated by some close flames he saw her. A huge, wooden joist was laying on her waist and jammed her. "Lilly!" he gasped and didn't waste time to kneel down to her; instead he grabbed the joist and pushed against it with his whole body. It didn't move, not for a single millimeter.

Conan stopped and tried another way. Just like he dragged Takuyama-san he tried to get his shoulder under the joist and lift it up. This ended up being even more impossible. Gasping and coughing he tried to think. He hadn't put on his suspenders to lift the joist up and Alice had seemingly lost consciousness so he wasn't sure if he could drag her away from under the joist without seriously hurting her. Feeling all desperate he looked for something he could use as some kind of handle but he couldn't see a thing through all the smoke. If he just had been Shinichi he thought. In his usual body he would have been able to lift the joist.

"Here is someone!" he suddenly heard a muffled voice and within seconds he was surrounded by firemen. "She's jammed…" he started to explain coughing but one of the firemen just lift Conan up and brought him out. "Well do that boy" he said "don't worry we will safe your friend." And with these words he passed Conan over to a paramedic.

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