Perfectly Okay
Warnings: Written in the half hour I should have been using to write a history essay. So it's not very good.
Notes: Haibara Ai's story, in rhyming poem form.
Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan.
Before, if you asked me how I was, I'd say,
"It's just another typical, horrible day",
for the life I had lived was nothing to boast.
In fact, it was a pitiful one at most.
I was born to a group devoted to crime,
that taught me all that I knew at the time.
The Black Organization, that was its name.
Its members treated murder like it was a game.
When my parents died, I worked in their place,
creating a poison that would leave no death trace.
Sherry was the codename granted to me,
but "Sherry" was far from what I wanted to be.
My sister was the only connection I had,
to a life that wasn't nearly as bad.
But she lived forever in ignorant bliss,
and sometimes I wondered who was really the big sis.
But whenever I felt concerned for her, she'd say,
"Don't worry about me. I'm perfectly okay."
But she didn't know they'd already sealed her fate,
And I didn't find that out until it was too late.
Then I said, "I won't work until you tell me why."
But of course they kept silent and sent me to die.
But not wanting to perish at the hands of their kind,
I took my own drug to leave it all behind.
But by some miraculous twist of fate,
I found myself shrunken to the age of eight.
And as I ran away from the source of my woe,
I knew there was only one place I could go.
I'm no longer Sherry. I'm Haibara Ai,
granted rebirth when I was supposed to die.
Now I help Kudo-kun fight the Men in Black,
and I'm working to give him his old body back.
So for now, this is where my story ends,
with a brand new life, a family, and friends.
And if you asked me how I am now, I'd say,
"I'm doing just fine. I'm perfectly okay."