Authors Notes:

Wow! This isn't a Danny Phantom story or crossover! Amazing!
*cough cough*

Just so you know I am a huge fan of werwolf's and I've been wanting to write a werewolf story for ages but none of the other fandoms I follow gave me the set up I wanted. DC is the first time I was truly inspired and not just with a "Wouldn't it be fun/interesting" but a serious "I could really play with the characters and their worldview." And if you can't break a few minds what's the point. lol
(plus Kudo/Conan's situation adds an extra fun element)

I hope you enjoy this silly ride. It's probably not the weirdest thing I've ever written… but… it's up there…

Warnings: Foul language… blood and violence. Animal mutilation… and murder… you know how it goes.


The Lycanthropy of a Shrunken Detective

Prolog

It was the night of a Kid heist and, as was customary for the thief, a full moon. Edagawa Conan found himself running through a small almost forest just outside the museum where the heist had taken place. His short little legs were really slowing him down in the thick brush. Still, the child-sized detective could see the annoying capers white glider peeking through the canopy. He just knew he was being played with and it was so irritating. The thief had already pissed him off. The jerk had disguised himself as Kudo Shinichi, again, and... then there was Ran... and- and! He wouldn't forgive him for it! "Damn you Kid!" He yelled with all the force he could manage with the little body he was trapped in.

He swore as his footing was lost in a sudden patch of slick mud and he found himself eating forest floor.

In a tall tree not to far away Kaitou Kid folded his wings and snickered as his monocle glittered in the moonlight. He'd already checked the stolen jewel and surprise, surprise, it wasn't his target. So, while he watched his little detective struggle in the forest he contemplated on how to hand the loot over to the sleuth. What method of delivery would garner the biggest rise out of the too serious shrunken boy, he wondered.

Maybe he could simply plop it on his head. Simple but the look on his little critic's face would be hilarious. Or he could have him chase a dummy for about 20 minutes or so and leave a creative and friendly note with the jewel. It was an old stunt but it had pleasing results. The downside was he wouldn't get to see the reaction but he was sure the detective would appreciate all his hard work. Or-!

His thoughts halted as Conan's cussing cut out abruptly. Knowing it was highly possible he'd been spotted he ducked down peaking through leaves to see his pursuer looking in a completely different direction from him. Conan's face was warped with a look of shock.

Conan gaped as what looked like a wolf stepped through the brush but it was larger than any wolf he'd ever heard of. Taller than most grown men. It was slim with silver fur and golden eyes, it looked down at him with a cold intelligent gleaming gaze, some emotion dancing in its eyes that he couldn't name.

He took a step back nervously. The calm expression on the beast shifted as it began to growl.

Before Kid could even wonder what Conan was looking at the boy suddenly jumped to the side dodging something large and furry.

The first thing out of Kids mouth was explicative as he found himself dropping down to the ground his cape fluttering behind him. Mud and mulch splashed up onto his white trousers but he paid it no mined rushing forward pulling his card gun out just as he heard a cry of pain. Bursting through a bush the marauder opened fire on the beast as soon as it was in view.

Conan dodged the wolf's first lunge but it swiftly spun around and took hold of his right arm. Conan cried out in pain as he was shaken back and forth. Suddenly he was flying through the air and he felt his body smack into a tree. Rolling he gasped as it felt like fire and ice were battling in his veins. He saw a flash of white as Kaitou Kid was suddenly there shooting cards at the beast. Conan's vision faded out as his ears began to ring and he fought for consciousness.

The cards followed their mark perfectly and Kid watched as the monstrous wolf that seemed to be made of moonlight busted apart into incandescent orbs. The blazing sphears spun around the small clearing seaming to create their own wind before shooting up into the sky and vanishing.

The notorious thief stared after them in shock for a beat before he remembered the small boy bleeding nearby.

"Hey! Mr. Jr. Detective!" Kid wasted no time in racing to the small form sprawled on the ground.

Gently he rolled Conan onto his back, checking for injuries. He kept his card gun up just in case even though something told him that whatever that was wasn't coming back. It was clear that the little Sherlock Holmes was bleeding and Kids attention was brought to a small arm twisted and bent in a gruesome manner.

"Shit. I know you'll hate it but it looks like Kudos saving you tonight twerp."

The only response he got was a weak groan.

Conan's vision waned in and out as a strait-faced Kitou Kid was replaced with a worried looking Kudo Shinichi. "Hold on Conan. Big bro's gotcha."

"You..." Whatever he was going to say was lost to his unconsciousness.


Authors Notes:

Here's to hoping that the shifts in points of view weren't too confusing or jarring. I have faith that you guys are more than smart enough to follow it though.
I wanted to do something a bit different… the wolf here is actually a result of some world building from an original story idea I was putting together a long time ago… I never really finished it (due to lack of a solid setting...). So it's nice to see after all that research and creation she finally got to make an appearance even if it's a small and ambiguous one…

I've got this story fully planned out and mostly written (kinda stuck on the murder mystery side stories… I'm not super experienced with those…) so I'll be posting once a week…

As for those of you waiting for my other stories... I am working on them! I promise! I plan on posting a chapter for The Outer Ring, and one for Keeping Promises soon.
I'm currently doing research for Ghostly Clues but I hope to have something posted for that soon too.
But if I don't work on what inspires me... then what's the point of writing?

(801 words this chapter. Originally posted 12/22/2017.)