A/N: Okay, this gets really weird at times, so hang on to your bow-tie. I tried to keep them in character, I really did, but things just slipped out; it's my fanfic, anyways. So there. Nyeah. Vermouth is SUPPOSED to be the devil incarnate, right? Haibara is a bit bipolar (is she the damsel in distress, or is she the dragon?), and Shinichi is a bit of a smart-aleck and rather confrontational at times (cough*Heiji*cough), but other than that it should be fairly IC. As for the Magic Kaito crossover- well, you don't really have to have read it, not really, but... Let's just say it would definitely help, would not take you too much effort, and would be a broadening experience. There are several references thereof, but I explained most of them, and didn't use any of the characters that don't show up in DC. For those of you who have read it, can we forget Aoko for this fanfic? I mean, I love her to death as much as the next manga fanatic, but Kaito's kinda got other arrangements here. Maybe she started dating Hakuba, I dunno. I'm proud to declare that this piece is completely Mary Sue free! Even Merlot! Especially Merlot! (Eep, I slipped- Merlot is a secret character, you have to wait until later to meet her./him./it?) Anydangway, have fun with it, and don't be too hard on Merlot if you get to that part. When you get to that part? Please?
The following is an account of what is probably the second strangest sequence of events that has ever happened to me.
The first strangest was getting turned into six-year-old Edogawa Conan by the mysterious Black Organization, and I'm fairly sure that nothing that has ever happened to anyone is going to top that. However, judging by quality over quantity, this does rank a close second.
It started out at the local faire. Ran had found tickets, and since Sonoko found an excuse to leave, my friend decided that I would love to come along instead. And since Ran is Ran, and I'm currently three feet shorter than she is, so did I. In fact, since it was just the two of us, I almost had a good time. Almost. Things started going downhill after the ferris wheel, on the whole really, not just the... For lack of a better term, I'm going to call it a "date".
I don't particularly like ferris wheels. Never had anything against them, per se, but let's just say that getting shorter didn't help. Something about spinning in a circle fifty feet off the ground just never appealed to me. Sure, the view and all, but you can go to the Tokyo tower, or any building of your choice really, and get the exact same thing with half the nausea. And no movement. Constant round and round movement, which, combined with the glaringly bright amusement park lights and the decidedly plastic hot dog I'd eaten earlier, was making me just a little bit ill. Swinging my legs listlessly, I tried to act like a six-year-old, pointing excitedly at the now tiny hot dog vendor and silently cursing him for giving me salmonella.
I leaned out the window, praying that I wouldn't hurl over the side. Ran grabbed my leg, and I tensed.
"Conan, you shouldn't sit like that, you're going to fall!"
"Don't worry, Ran nee-san," It was still kind of awkward to call her that. "I promise I won't!"