Who is thy light, thy heart
Summary: The path to hell is paved with good intentions. Deductions that come first interrupt at the worst times, so what can Shin'ichi do when his life starts to crumble? Not much, considering the young ones surrounding his illusion. New allies in a British detective and a top-hatted someone can be helpful however, but is it necessary for that strange redhead to follow them around?
Pairings are Shin'ichi/Ran, Kaito/Aoko, Hakuba/Akako, and Heiji/Kazuha.
Disclaimer:
Shin'ichi: There is only one truth. The truth is, I am a bit happy that this crazy American does not own me.
Ran: Shin'ichi! Who are you talking to and where have you been?!
Shin'ichi: Got to leave, sorry! On to the story!!
Chapter One: Chibi with a hawk and deerstalker?
Hakuba groaned. His ribs hurt, probably a few bruised. Memories flooded back on exactly what had happened during the latest Kid heist. Men with guns. His classmate, the thief as he now knew for sure, taking a bullet for Nakamori-keibu. Akako helping little Conan-kun drag Kid out of the fray.
Passing the hidden thief, who was lacking a hat and monocle and hat, to follow a sniper.
Who happened to have a partner.
As he berated himself for his stupidity (using several languages and some very creative terms) he turned over.
Realizing that the pillow was as big around as he was tended to be a shock, especially knowing that he had to be somewhere.
Having a strange poison forced down his throat sure made him less conductive to intelligence. He turned to face upwards and was met with the sight of a blonde little girl-one of Conan-kun's friends- staring at him.
"Where am-" Hakuba blinked. He was pretty sure that his voice was not meant to be in that octave.
The girl-what was her name? Haibara something? Stood up.
"Hakase, he's awake."
A portly, gray-haired man came down the steps carrying a cup of tea, casually chatting with a short boy.
Who was carrying his thick glasses.
When Conan was standing next to his bed, he realized that the boy seemed a lot less short.
"You were poisoned by a criminal organization." He began. His tone was a little more relaxed, not so chirpy, yet it was stricter in some sense.
It resembled that of another high-school detective.
Suddenly, there was a blur of movement. Someone was falling down the stairs.
"Hey, Kudou! I came soon's I heard!"
Conan, who suddenly seemed a lot more annoyed, turned to face the tanned blur, now seen as Osaka's detective who had been conspicuously missing at the heist due to tests at his school.
"Hattori! Give some warning before you come!"
"Sorry, Kudou. 'S jus' that I got a call sayin' that Hakuba- Wait, wasn' y' who call'd me?"
All of this strangeness was not processing very well in the British tantei's mind, and, well he was a Brit.
He fell backwards into darkness, hearing as he blacked out a high-pitched voice cursing Kid.
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A/N: Sorry the chapter is so short, I only want to see what people think of my idea. Don't want to put up a gigantic chapter on a story nobody likes, so please tell me what you think! I'm working on the next chapter right now. Ideas and constructive criticism appreciated!
Sorry for anyone who read any of my Naruto fics, I fell out of the fandom because of all of the emo-ness and the attitudes of some of the fans.