This may not end well,I assure you., Detective Conan or their characters do not belong to me.
A little girl by the age of fourteen with lush green eyes and rich dark brown hair walked down her dark middle school's hallways. It was night and the crickets creaked loudly near the windows. She was only wearing clothes to go to sleep with, but she had her purple sneakers on.
The once full of life eyes the girl held were dull and unresponsive.
W-where am I going…?
She asked herself silently as her footsteps continued.I shouldn't be here…I should be in bed…right? The brown haired girl asked in her head to no some reason there was no custodians. She thought there would be one or two around but there were none…
Tap, tap, tap, tap…went her footsteps as the girl came to a stop at a classroom.
Finding her voice to speak, she read the room number.
"Room 135." She read aloud.
To her surprise, the door was unlocked when she twisted the doorknob and the lights were already on.
The room was same as always… about thirty desks and one desk for the teacher and a smart board. Blinds already covered up the large windows.
Well If I'm not here to steal the smart board then why the heck…do I have to be here? The girl grunted to herself. She was always known as the good girl but on the inside she can be a nightmare in the form of a student. Her legs moved without her telling too and the girl walked over to a seat in one of the front rows. She girl stared for a minute. Then tried to get up, but for some reason, she couldn't move a muscle. Was she paralyzed?!
The student panicked in her head and her breathing and heartbeat increased.
Then she heard creaking noises, but not from the crickets outside. Why can't I move?! The girl growled in her head and tried moving again, but no avail.
Then the school started shaking; violently, and she still couldn't move, can't even go under her desk…
What luck right?
Books and pencils fell from the teachers desk and shelves, making a loud racket but that didn't concern her, what did however… was the cracking of the floor. There was indeed a large opening crack.
The crack seemed to get bigger but it was under her desk only. Which freaked the girl out more.
Finally it seemed someone had enough of this.
"Shut…Up! Quit freaking out! Your making yourself look weak!" a female, yet dark voice growled and caused the already non-moving girl to freeze.
"W-who are y-you?" she girl asked a bit shakily.
"Idiot. I'm-" before the voice could explain, the creak opened, inside of it, a black void, and the girl sitting on the desk fell in, she screamed as she fell and before she lost consciousness… she heard that voice again.
"You know…we were never really the types that liked heights…"
Then she knew no more.
This was suppose to be a relaxing vacation with Ran…
Oh how wrong he was. An important case turned up, He confronted the culprit, and the culprit just happened to catch him off guard and sent Conan flying with a bat…
Conan was now hanging from the edge of a cliff in a forest, his child hands gripping a thin branch that just happened to be hanging out when he fell. There was rocks, water and a waterfall if he fell down…that would be bad. He gritted his teeth. The shrunken detective's blue eyes narrowed. Cussing himself out silently because of his small mistake.
If only if he noticed the metal bat sooner!
Speaking of bat, Conan's side was killing him from the blow. His grip loosened and the fake child gritted his teeth. He should not die here! Not while the Black organization was still active!
The sound of footsteps faded away. Most likely the culprit, .
This would've been easier if Conan had his belt… but it broke… due to some…accident.
The branch cracked and Conan's eyes widened and turned to icy slits.
"…" Conan's thoughts went silent and the wind blew past him and the whole forest.
Then the branch broke away from the cliff it was in, Conan let out a surprised gasp as he was plunged down by gravity.
This might be it. Those rocks will either snap his neck or hit his head hard enough to kill him, or if that doesn't happen, he might drown.
"Ran…I'm sorry…"
The detective closed his eyes tightly, waiting what he knew would happen next, and then, his head collided with a sharp rock, a crack echoed, then he hit water, and his vision quickly faded to black.
What are these voices? Who are they? They sound different from that other female voice…
"You always wanted this. Maybe the other side doesn't. It's your choices to make."
"You want to try messing with people?"
"We have the perfect place to send you to human."
"Just for you."
"Ready for your new adventure Fallen?"
The Fallen's eyes opened slowly, finding the desk she was sitting on wasn't with her anymore. She also noted her hands were griping grass. Getting up slowly, she looked at her surroundings. There were Trees, rock and…river. All right. where on earth am I…? She thought to herself. The student got up and went closer to the river and washed her face. Some cold water usually wakes her up. Maybe it's just her…she looks a little…animated.
It's just me. Fallen agreed in her mind.
"Buzz. Wrong."
Fallen jumped up at the female voice.
"Your in that world you wanted, but didn't want to be in." the female voice continued.
"What?" Fallen deadpanned. "Don't mess with me. Go away. You make me think I'm crazy." She grunted rudely.
"In my defense, you said you were crazy yourself."
"I did not that was only that one time and I didn't mean it!" Fallen growled seemly at nothing."Anyways its none of your business! Right now I have to find out where I am and how to get back…" she trailed off in thought.
"We like anime right?" the voice sneered slowly.
"I like anime…what of it?" Fallen didn't like where this was going, but a small feeling of excitement told her otherwise.
"Why not walk down that river," it sounded like a command but the student didn't care, she began walking down the river.
"What does this have to do with anything?" she frowned.
"Just shut up and keep walking." the voice groaned.
"My feet hurt…"
"It's only been 5 minutes!"
"5 Minutes are too much!"
"Wimp! Keep walking!"
"Yes mother…" Fallen grumbled. Then chuckled.
After a while of walking, she came to abrupt stop. Her face quickly went from
playful to horror in the matter of seconds.
Before her… seemed to be a little boy with drenched blue blazers and a red bow tie, his brown hair was a bit messed up despite having a cow lick style. The boy's eyes were closed and his mouth in a frown, his face almost making a grimace. There was a large red mark with a trail of blood on his right side of his forehead; having Fallen guessed he hit his head on something sharp or blunt. The child didn't seem to have any thing else on his face.
"You see the boy right?" the voice said slowly, but quite carefully.
Fallen took a deep breath and walked closer to the unconscious boy.
"Yes I do…"
"And who is he?" the voice asked in confusion.
"I must be crazy for what I'm about to say but…I think that's Conan…Edogawa Conan…"
The voice was silent a moment.
"One of our favorite hero's I guess?"
Fallen gave a silent nod and ran over to him. She shook him roughly after taking him in her arms. "Yo! Wake up! Wake up kid!" she growled in concern for the wellbeing of the shrunken detective.
He didn't stir.
Fallen nearly screamed in fear, took his wrist and checked his pulse.
The boy still had one but it was weak.
Another scream would've been necessary but she didn't dare do anything this time.
What if someone was near by? She could get help? Oh wait. Forest. Right…
She thought lamely. Either way she should get him out of here… he's most likely cold or something…
"Fallen to the rescue!" she exclaimed and ran off, holding the boy gently. She also just noticed Conan's glasses were no where to be found…Oh well nothing she can do either way… Fallen also didn't know what to do and she didn't want Conan to die… so she went with the next best thing to ask for help.
"Alright voice! Tell me where to go!" Fallen growled determinedly while running along the forest floor, away from the river.
The voice sighed. "Call me Viper…if we want to treat Conan you should wash the wound then put something to stop the bleeding. For goodness sake we are fourteen! We know this!"
"We? Forget it. Thanks for the info!" Fallen muttered quickly before running back to the river.
Thirty minutes passed, and Fallen dressed Conan's wounds.
Yes he had two, for some reason his side was a bit bruised. She couldn't do much about that however. She only put water on it. Then washed away the blood with a piece of her clothing…
Yes clothing.
Thankfully back where her home is she was wearing two sweaters as her pajamas due to the season being winter. Fallen just finished tying the other sleeve of her brownish sweater on the head wound. Now both sleeves were gone because the first sleeve was used to wipe away the blood.
Fallen sighed.
"Finally done…" It was getting dark now. Nighttime sure got here quickly…
The wind blew fiercely, causing Fallen to shiver.
Cold.
"I hear dripping water. There is a cave nearby. Go north."
Fallen had no argument there. "Hai!" she said and she put the boy on her back, as if giving him a piggyback ride, and began to fast walk.
Sure enough there was a small cave, but still a cave, she went inside and put Conan down and went back up, coming back minutes later with a huge pile of leaves, Fallen sneezed and the leaves fell out her hands and she nearly face palmed.
She made a small round pile of the leaves and put Conan gently on it, Then untying the knot of the already ripped up sweater, Fallen but the sweater on Conan, not over his face through. She doesn't want to suffocate him with a wool sweater.
Cops should be here soon… rescue team… a friendly hiker… someone should be looking for him at least. He'll be fine now. She agreed to herself.
"You actually helped someone out on your choice. I'm impressed. If he was a normal kid you would've left him there."
That's true. Fallen would've. She's not a sympathetic person, despite how cheerful she can be.
It's just a mask.
" 'Humans survive by using masks' " the female voice quoted softly as if she understood.
Fallen sat down and pulled her knees to her chest, she was cold. Why must today be freezing? Maybe it's her heart… she has ice in her veins…Fallen expects his ice to it doesn' heard the leaves stir next to her; Fallen reacted immediately and whipped her head toward Conan who seemed to be waking up. She waited for him to talk.
After a small groan, the fake child's eyes remained closed and he got up a bit too quickly, he flinched and his head went to the dressed wound on his head.
"Where am I?" he asked quietly, noticing it was very dark, so it would be hard to see if anyone else was there but he felt a presence.
"Your in a cave." Confirmed a girl next to him.
"Cave…?" he questioned.
"Yes. You were injured and I helped you out. How did you get there?" she asked.
The shrunken detective opened his blue eyes. "I don't remember," he quietly said.
"You don't remember?" replied the girl, she sounded a bit afraid, why was that?
"What do you remember?" the girl pressed on.
"I only remember hitting my head and that's it… now who are you?" he kept his voice quiet.
Fallen decided to keep quiet about her knowledge. However she was just a bit fearful for the answer when she asked a question.
"My name is Fallen. What is your name?"
My name…?
The fake child was silent a moment. His name? What was his name? What was he doing here in the open? Why can't he remember?!
"Your name is…?" Fallen pressed again.
"I don't remember." He quietly said.
"You…you don't?" Fallen asked a bit quiet this time.
"No." The detectives shock his head in the darkness.
"Well this is some-" Fallen cut off the words that Viper was going to say.
"I know it…your name is Edogawa Conan…" Fallen finally admitted.
"It is?" Conan questioned in a child tone.
Fallen didn't need to nod.
"Then why did you ask me?" Conan asked.
"It was a simple task. Now people should be coming for you sooner or later so just before until they come at least…" Fallen quickly lied and changed subject.
"Why?" Conan asked innocently, Fallen shivered at the tone.
"Because their… people you know?" she tried.
"You know since it seems he has no memory maybe we can help him…"
Fallen was about to agree but Viper continued.
"Or harm him."
All words left Fallen for the moment and she just remained starring at the wall.
Hurt him? Why? She asked in her head.
"It would be fun right?"
Fallen stood silent a moment. Viper's right. It would be…very fun…A smile formed on her lips, the darkness hid it. The ice in her veins got colder.
How to do that… Fallen hugged herself tighter.
"Are you okay?" Conan asked, a bit worried for the girl who went silent all of a sudden.
Fallen's thoughts disappeared. "I'm fine Conan. Really."
No, not really.
She made a plan in her head that was most likely going to work out.
Viper also saw threw this and chuckled.
"Let me tell you something Conan…about…why your here and where you should be right now…"
Viper kept silent but she was cackling with laughter. Her opposite side always had a evil spot and it could always be opened at the right moment.
"Fake memories? This is interesting. I wonder how this will turn out."
Fallen ignored Viper. "You were doing a mission…from your boss…" Fallen carefully made she wouldn't make this seem so bad, she didn't want to mess this up.
"The Sliver Bullet turned into something else? What name shall we give him?"
Conan just seemed to be listening to what Fallen said, a bit of doubt but somehow it sounded a bit true to him.
"The Broken bullet? No…"
"You're working undercover anyways…and you just located Sherry- A member of a organization your in…she's one of the traitors but you're not sure how to deal with her yet…"
Conan nodded; trying to register what she was saying… and waiting for Fallen to go on.
"I say the Bullet Stopper. Do you agree?"
Yes I do. It's a perfect name for the about to be gone sliver bullet. Conan will stop any bullets from reaching the Black organization. Fake memoires can help us this way. Bye-Bye Conan of Truth…Hello criminal Conan.
"Plan Bullet stopper is a go."