Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan or Magic Kaito. The only thin I own is my own character and plot.

Chapter 1

I tapped my long manicured finger on the steering wheel, a habit I had formed while waiting for the light to change. Today was my seventeenth birthday and I had gotten the most expensive looking gem from my mother. She hadn't told me how she had obtained it or what it was supposed to be, but it was made into a necklace that was placed delicately around my neck at this moment.

I turned the radio up a little louder as I glanced at the passenger seat in my small silver Honda Civic. I had a few of the Detective Conan manga books splayed about. My parents were both from Japan while my mother was only half-Japanese. I was three-fourths Japanese and one-fourth European. I had become interested in the Detective Conan anime a while ago and had watched and read everything out to this date. My older brother often teased me about being a closet otaku, but I was okay with that. Society usually viewed my family as the elite, considering the amount of money my parents make on a weekly basis in our city of New York, so I need something like manga to relieve my stress levels.

I noticed that the light had turned green now. Without paying much attention to the road, I pressed the gas pedal and drove forward.

Suddenly, bright beams were directed towards my driver's side.

Beeeeep!

With that, my world became black...

Ugh. What's this huge headache? It feels as if a million hammers are beating my brains out.

I open one eye just a sliver to immediately shut it as bright fluorescent lights nearly blind me. After a few more tries, I can finally open both of my eyes without seeing dark spots.

I'm in a... hospital room? What exactly happened to me?

I wrack my brain for the answer but all I remember is driving home from my part-time job at the local supermarket.

I had been thinking about the gift my mother had given me and then I had pulled out onto the street when the light had turned green...

I shot up in bed at the realization of what exactly had happened hit me! A vehicle had hit the side of my car! Oh no! My parents were going to kill me!

I looked around the room. If I was this hurt (judging by the numerous bandages on my body), where were my parents?

I zeroed in on a painting on the wall. Japanese characters? Why was there Japanese in my hospital room? I noticed that a lot of other things seemed to be in Japanese as well. Maybe... I had been in a coma or something and they had transferred me to a hospital in Japan?

I wasn't able to ponder for much longer when a doctor came in. He seemed surprised at my consciousness and quickly came over to my bedside.

"Hello, my name is Doctor Jin Nakamura," he said with a thick Japanese accent.

"Hello. My name is Rane Suzuki. I speak Japanese, so I should be able to understand you if you would find that more comfortable." My voice sounded a little higher than what I was use to. Had something happened to my vocal chords?

He gave me a small smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Rane. Do you know what happened to you?"

I shook my head. I didn't want to be caught for not paying attention on the road. Seeing my confusion, he gave me an explanation.

"You were brought here about a month ago when civilians found you passed out on the street. You had many bone fractures, a few broken ribs, and a large head injury. We've been taking care of you since then while the police have been trying to find records on your family. So far, we haven't been able to find anything, which is why I assumed that you might be foreign. Would you possibly be able to give us your parents names and a way to reach them?"

My mouth opened to happily answer his question when I was suddenly stopped by a different voice. In. My. Head.

You can't tell him that. He won't be able to find them.

Am I going crazy? I think I'm hearing voices.

Tell him that your father's real name was Suzuki, Hiroshi.

"Uh, my father's name was Suzuki Hiroshi, but I don't know how you'd be able to reach him."

I don't know why I was listening to this little voice in my head, but it seemed like the best option right now.

He thanked me and told me he'd be back in a little while once he found some information on my parent's whereabouts.

I once again decided to question the voice in my head.

Who are you?

My name is Pandora. I believe you've heard of me.

Like in the Greek myths?

Um, not quite. Think a little harder.

Uh... What about the stone that Kaito Kid has always been trying to find? Wasn't that called Pandora?

Bingo! I knew I'd found a smart one.

Okay. Lets pretend that i actually believe you're some gem and that im not going crazy. So what are you doing in my head?

Well, considering that you just died in a car crash a month ago, I think my presence should be easy to understand. I'm a stone able to grant eternal life. I didn't want you to die, considering your important role in the future of this world, so I became your heart. I transported us to this dimension since its where you originally came from, as well as your parents.

What do you mean by you became my heart? Did I really die?

Yes. I was able to transfer my magic into your heart. But, as long as I am in you, you will not die.

What about what you said about the different dimension? If I'm not on Earth, where am I?

I never said you weren't on Earth. Just think of it as a parallel universe. You know the manga books you had in your car that night? Well, you're... uh... kind of a part of that world now...

Oh...

I didn't have much on my mind at that point. The shock that I'm either going mental or have been transported into the world of Detective Conan was too much for me. Thus, I had my second black-out.

(A/N: Hey everyone. MarinaGray here. This is my first fanfic. What do you think? I'd appreciate some ideas to make my writing better. Anything would help:) Also, I plan on doing a lot of editing so this won't be exactly it.)

~MarinaGray~