WELCOME EVERYONE TO MY FIRST DETECTIVE CONAN STORY. It was this idea that became stuck in my brain when a plot bunny shot an idea bullet at me. Or it could have been aiming at my friend that was next to me but had a terrible aim. Well what ever I've got it now so here we go.
P.s. I don't own Detective Conan
Black. That's the first thing I became aware of, then unbearable pain, the likes I've never felt before. It went right down to my bones. At least I knew I wasn't paralyzed or worse dead.
I tried to open my eyes, but it was like they were glued shut. Finally, I managed to pry them open, only to be blinded by the piercing light. And boy, did that hurt. Blinking away the pain, my surroundings slowly came into focus. It was at that moment that I knew I was in trouble.
I was in some sort of park, the trees and bushes blocking me from the sight of passing people. But I could hear laughter and chatting. Only it was in a language I know I've never learnt, even with my fascination of it origin. The language was Japanese and, yet I understood every single word. And it brought me to one conclusion, I was in Japan. But how was that possible? I know for a fact that I was in my room getting ready for bed, then nothing. My room, the time I checked was back in England and not where ever I am.
I tried to sit up, TRIED being the key word here, as there was something that felt off with my body. My limbs didn't want them to move in the way I wanted them to, also my face felt three times the normal weight. So, in order find out what the hell was wrong, I carefully moved limbs, so I could get a good look at myself. When I finally got into a better position I was shocked, speechless, lost for words and al of the above because instead of where my hands should be there was only rustic red paws.
Then blackness over took my sight.
And here we go the introduction to my story. How did you like it so far? Please review and tell me what you think. Reviews will help motivate me to write faster and better.
In till next time cheerio.