The Sky's the Limit

MagicConan14 here! =P This story was originally my second fanfic and my first crossover, but I decided to put it on hiatus. Now that I know Nevermore is scheduled for this year,August 6th to be exact, I've started up on it again.

The more reviews my stories receive,the faster I'll put up chapters.

Disclaimer: All the characters used in the story are not mine.

Hi, Akemi, it's me, Shiho.I wonder, do you remember the human-avian hybrid that our parents created, the one that was so intelligent it escaped... The one you saw the day you …that's right, you're ...*sobbing in distance*

Ai wasn't giving out sarcastic comments to Conan or helping the Shonen Tanteidan solve one of Agasa's riddles today. She was acting like when she was first introduced to Conan. Everyone had asked her what was wrong, yet she didn't reply…until Conan queried her about it. "Meet me at Beika Park tomorrow," was what she told him.

A sunny Saturday greeted them as they strolled down to Beika Park. They lay themselves down on the hillside, Conan putting his hands behind his head. Ai then sat up and told him, tears running down her face,choking occasionally on a word, "Here's the truth: You're a human-avian hybrid. You were made to be my friend. All those memories in your head are fake. Other people have been held hostage and memories have been implanted into their heads too. The only reason you are free is because you managed to escape a few years ago."

Conan was astounded. "What the…? I was made for your selfish purposes? That can't be!"

"There are others like you, they call themselves the Flock. They were created by Jeb Batchelder, a close friend of my parents. The Flock are currently roaming the world, trying to take down an organisation called the Doomsday Group."

"I can't believe you, not one piece of that makes sense."

The next day, it was like Conan had vanished off the face of the earth. Shinichi wasn't answering his phone either.

"Conan-kun went out yesterday, claiming to be going to Doctor Agasa's," Ran supplied.

"I saw him at Beika Park," a park maintenance person told them.

Ai had come to one conclusion-that Kudo-kun had run away, or in this case, flown away.

Conan had kept hidden in the clouds, searching for Osaka, for Hattori. He had to pass on the message before leaving, and keep it as quiet as possible. That way no one would want to know where he'd gone…except, maybe, Ran. He'd raced over to Beika Park as soon as it was dark enough, to test out what could have been the truth. In a toilet cubicle,he had pulled a bit at his shoulderblade and it separated into wing and skin. Flying,he recollected,was hard enough (enough for him to take an entire night to learn how to do it) but eventually, he perfected it, sacrificing two slashes in his shirt and jacket to do so. The early morning had seen him off with a cool breeze when he had departed on this long journey.

After all that, he had decided he was a freak-not a Holmes freak like Ran had called him on the day of the roller coaster murder case, not a soccer freak, but a freak by DNA. He was two percent bird.

When he sighted a police car, amber lights alerting him of its identity, he knew that it was the perfect time to ask where Hattori lived.

The Doomsday Group is mentioned in Angel.