Chapter One
"Each person is an enigma. You're a puzzle not only to yourself, but to everyone else, and the great mystery of our time is how we penetrate the puzzle."
-Theodore Zeldin
It's definitely hard to live life the way you want to. Society makes it so that we simply dig our own graves, working towards our inevitable death. The people that challenge this norm; we call them crazy. Possibly the trash of society. The people that don't contribute. I never really noticed this until now, living my life as I wanted, watching anime and going to conventions... God plays cruel games with us sometimes. Lying here, in a pool of my blood, realizing that simple fact... Those are my last thoughts.
The first thing I realize is that it's unbearably bright and my throat feels oddly dry. It's cold and I swear I can feel my toes falling off. Aside from generally being really confused, where is this?
"Who's kid is this?" a voice asks.
"Does it matter? It's freezing! Bring it inside!" another obviously feminine voice tells the first.
All of a sudden, I feel myself being lifted and I can just imagine what I'll do to the smartass who's pulling this prank. Wait. I don't have friends, so WHAT IS GOING ON. I literally cannot be pranked. I have no friends.
Ok, ok, what's the last thing you remember, Janet? Um, I was on a plane. Going home from that convention in Georgia, right? Right. After that? I was on the plane...and then- wait. The captain said they had engine trouble and-
No. Nonononono no. I can't be dead. I was- I'm...I'm dead?
"Hurry up, dear, bring it here on the couch," the woman's voice tells the first voice.
Is this a married couple?
"Yes, yes, I know."
Huh. It's...getting pleasantly warm...I think...maybe I should sleep? Yeah... sleep sounds good...
"Ruri, dear!"
"Yes, mother?" a brown haired girl with bright blue eyes poked out from behind the wall. She looked to be about 5 years old.
"Are you ready for your first day of primary school?"
The girl smiled. "Yes, mother!"
In the absolute sense of the word, Ruri Yukihisa was a perfect little girl.
It had been 5 1/2 years since Janet McCarthy had found herself reincarnated in the body of a little girl. From an early age, she figured out she certainly wasn't in America anymore. She was most definitely in a dream. Was what she thought the first time she watched the news. Imagine turning on the T.V. and hearing about Phantom Thief KID's latest heist.
Her 3 year old self had literally screamed when she heard the name. When she came running into the living room where the T.V. was, she ran up to her room and locked herself in it for the next week. Which scared her adoptive parents (they hadn't actually told her yet, but when you kind of saw everything despite being an infant, it defeated the purpose of keeping it a secret).
When Janet had finally gotten over her initial shock, she made it a point to keep a diary in which she recorded all sorts of information she remembered from watching Detective Conan. No matter how trivial they seemed.