Ha. This is a new fic I'm working on thanks to the friend that blackmailed me on it! and finally my muses cooperated!
I own nothing except the OCs. Gosho Aoyama belongs to Aoko and MK... I mean... Vice-versa. xD

Shaking her hair dry, Aoko looked into the mirror to inspect herself. Staring back at her was not black-haired Nakamouri Aoko. She hadn't seen her in years… No, instead a short-haired blond boy stared back. He had a feminine appearance, one Aoko was grateful for.

"Well… Having a flat chest has its perks." Aoko joked grimly. It was a ritual, when she cut her hair, or dyed it blonde again, she would lift her spirits with those words. Though they weren't really helpful.

There came a knock from the door.

"Aoko-sama, we're landing soon." A quiet child's voice sounded. Aoko smiled, unlocking the door of the plane's restroom. She looked down at the serious looking, black haired boy. His green eyes held no emotion as he looked up at her.

"Marc, how many times do I have to tell you to call me 'Nee-chan'?" Aoko ruffled his hair playfully. Marc grimaced at this, moving her hand away.

"I refer to you how I please…. Nee-chan, the plane's landing soon." Marc blushed lightly before turning away. Aoko laughed at his reaction.

"Ah! Tu est très mignon! Je suis heureuse![1]" Aoko gushed happily in French. Marc stared at her blankly.

"Calling you Sœur[2] would make more sense. Or Frère [3]… You are my brother after all and we are French." Marc pointed out.

"Hey, Hey! We're Polish too!" Aoko reminded him with a small giggle. Marc ignored her, returning to his seat and pulling out a worn-out book; the title read: 'The Catcher in the Rye'.

"I should get used to that again. Frère…"

Aoko sweat dropped, laughing lightly at the 8 year old boy. He was too smart for his age. It was really creepy at times… She sighed settling back to her seat on the other side of Marc.

In only a matter of moments she was looking over at Tokyo Airport coming into view. How long ago had it been since she had been there last? In Japan? Too long… Ever since her father died. Exactly 6 years later, Aoko was returning home where her childhood friends Keiko…. and Kaito… were not waiting. They all thought she had died in that fire that took both her house and her father's life.

'No, not the fire. He was murdered before he was burnt to crisps…' Aoko thought morbidly.

"Aoko-Nee-chan…?" Marc stared at her worriedly, sensing her distress. In those last moments he allowed for there to be one last intimate connection to her name before they put on their masks. Aoko looked over at him and shook her head sadly.

Returning her attention to the airport coming closer outside, she- He- grinned.

"Bonjour, Japon. Nazywam się Anastaze Kei Błękitny.[4]" Greeted Anastase in a slightly deeper voice than Aoko. She was no longer Aoko at all… He was Anastase. A boy who lived most of his life in Paris, France with his Polish Father and Japanese-French Mother. Aoko didn't exist anymore; she was dead after all.

-o-o-o-o-o-

"Kaito! Don't You Come Back Without That Milk This Time!" A female voice shouted. Kaito was pushed outside through the front door by his own mother. She stood at the door way, her hands at her hips and glaring angrily at her son. "You have 5 minutes!"

And she slammed the door.

"Ouch… Ouch. She doesn't have to get that mad…" Kaito pouted, lifting himself up. He brushed the dirt of his clothes with a sigh. "And in 5 minutes? Is she crazy?"

Though he couldn't really say anything more in his defense. His mother had a right to be angry. Last night's Kid Heist had been somewhat… eventful. Unknown to the general public, Kid was shot at yet again by that certain organization. He was hit on the shoulder. Luckily it wasn't too bad, but Kaito's mother, Chikage, had freaked.

"Marc! Allons-y! Dépêche toi![5]" A foreign voice reached his ears.

Looking around curiously, a flash of blond caught his eye. His first thought was Hakuba, but that didn't seem right. Hakuba currently had purple hair. And Kaito doubted he could have washed it off that quickly…

Anastase helped his brother out of the rented van. Dressed in a simple turtleneck long sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans, he let out a growl in frustration. He didn't like carrying the luggage. Traveling sucked a lot…

"Don't hurry me!" Marc replied in the Japanese language, his word coming out slurred. He was half-asleep the poor thing. Anastase looked at him, an eyebrow raised.

"How the heck could you sleep in the car ride and not the plane? On second thought, don't tell me…" He sighed.

Marc rubbed his eyes with a yawn, trudging along behind his 'brother' as they made their way into their new home.

"Call me if you need anything!" The voice of a woman called out. She was the driver of the van. Anastase smiled at her, waving a hand in goodbye.

"Later, Jodie-senpai!" He said. And the American took off.

Unlocking the front door, with the keys he was given, Anastase took a breath. This was the start of a new life in Japan. She… He didn't want to screw it up. Marc walked past him into the house, with the desire to just head to sleep. Anastase couldn't hold back a laugh.

And he felt it. Someone staring. Turning around, Anastase noticed a boy his age staring at him curiously. He froze… Aoko's memory returning. Kaito… No… Aoko was dead. Anastase smiled sadly at him before entering into his new home.

How was it? Good? Horrible? Lame?

1- You are really cute! I am Happy!

2- Sister

3-Brother

4-Hello Japan. My name is Anastase Kei Blekitny.

5-Marc! Lets go! Hurry Up!

Ok, so i figured out how to fix the writing in polish :D
And please forgive me if my French is not good. I'm still learning. ^^;

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