Thank you all for reading this and loving it! Truth be told, I didn't expect it to be so well received over here. Well, I hope you like this chapter! Oh and by the way, this is also on Archive Of Our Own.

Edit September 13, 2017: oh my goodness! Two edited chapters in one day?! I'll admit I didn't do much in this chapter as opposed to the first one. I'm also editing chapter 2.5 but I don't know if I should add more stuff. What do you guys think? Should I add what Danny missed while he was in the bathroom? Let me know! And I hope you enjoy this slightly improved chapter!


Chapter two

There was a dead person in a room that wasn't Danny, Vlad, or Dani.

And Danny watched them die.

He couldn't save him.

Danny didn't know what was worse, seeing the ones he loved die from a distance or seeing someone who he knew for an hour max die right in front of him.

Either way, Danny felt absolutely terrible as he watch the police walk into the restaurant.

"Danny…" Jazz whispered to her brother worriedly as Maddie and Jack strengthened their grip on their children. The whole Fenton Family were shaken by the turn of events of the evening.

Jack never wished death upon Mr. Eda, even if the man constantly spat on his and his wife's life's work.

Maddie worried for what would happen to her family since they were at a scene of a crime in a foreign country. Even if said country is where her learned source of defense came from.

And Jazz was worried about the state of mind her younger brother was currently in. He might have died, albeit half way, but he had never saw someone die. Not even an animal.

At least that's what she thought.

(Danny would never tell her what happened in that other timeline. Never.)

"You know," a round Japanese man with a tan outfit and tan fedora spoke as he was walking towards Conan, "I already said that the death god might actually be you. I'm really thinking that this might actually be true."

Whatever that man said made Conan laugh exasperated.

"So what do we got here?" The man asked.

"Megure-keibu, this is Eda Reiichi," Mr. Mouri started to talk, "Truth be told, I don't know much about him, but we ended up having dinner with him and his woman as well as others." Mr. Mouri then pointed to the woman Mr. Eda brought and the large group.

The man, Megure-keibu(?), looked at the horror stricken lady.

Idly, Danny saw a man not that much taller than Megure-keibu(?) wearing a brown suit and brown hair pull out a small notebook. With a click of a pen, he started writing.

"My name is Murakami Hisamitsu. I am-was his fiancée," the woman spoke for the first time.

"Hisamitsu?" The man with the notebook asked. "Isn't that a boy's name?"

"Yes. My parents were expecting a son, so when I came they couldn't think of any other name." She closed her eyes and said, "But I don't think that this is important right now." She opened them again.

The two men nodded.

"Eda-san would come to this restaurant frequently, and he decided to bring me to dinner here. I think he wanted me to get used to him," she told them with a sort of sadness that seemed to fit her.

"Get used to...?" Megure-keibu(?) started.

"I were to marry him for business. It was my parents decision and I had no say what so ever." As she said this, her voice was bitter and held resentment. If Danny were to guess, it would be about the deceased Mr. Eda. She didn't seemed to like the guy. Maybe she had…

No.

He couldn't have been…

'Oh come on Danny. What else could it have been?' A little voice within his head whispered in ire. 'There's no way that had to be a natural death. Face the facts. He was murdered.'

When the word 'murdered' flashed through his mind, the halfa closed his eyes.

This was his second time to see a murder, and this time, there is no Clockwork to save this man's soul.

And yes, Danny does consider the time his friends and family had died murder.

But before his mind could go down that dark path, a voice broke through.

"It is a shame that my dear friend had to die like he did," Mr. Hanabusa shook his head.

Danny's eyes narrowed. He felt that the man had killed Mr. Hanabusa.

This suspicion may had to due to the fact that Mr. Hanabusa looked quite a bit like Vlad.

But Mr. Hanabusa's voice was actually genuine, unlike Vlad's, and he looked like he was truly feeling sorrow. Danny then began to feel torn about his suspension.

"You know Eda-san?" Megure-keibu(?) made a questioning tone to the older man.

"Yes. We were friends for quite some time. However we went out of touch for a while now," he tilted his head down a bit, "I am ashamed to say that I never did anything to come back into contact. However I was surprised to see him tonight."

Danny's eyes wandered over to the child and his pseudo family. Ran looked troubled while Mr. Mouri was paying attention to all that was said. And Conan…

Conan had this sharp look in his eyes. His face was set to a slight frown as he gazed at each person, gauging their reactions. The child's sharp eyes picked apart anything that was told, searching for something.

Perhaps it was any lies.

And when those eyes came over to the Fenton family, to him, they noticed his own gaze.

Like a switch being turned, the look was gone and a face of a cheery child melted on top.

Danny could not suppress the shiver that rocked his body.

That kid was eerie.

"Are you alright Danny-boy?" Jack's voice rumbled over to Danny's ears.

"Huh?" He turned his attention to his father.

"You look pale." His father stated.

"And you just had a violent shiver," his mother pointed out with worry.

"Well of course he isn't ok. Someone just died while we were eating," Jazz couldn't help but say. She winced afterwards as it came out worse than she would have liked. The death had obviously affected her too.

"Hm?" It seemed that Megure-keibu(?) finally, really took notice of the American family. "And who are you four?"

"We are the Fenton," Jazz spoke, knowing that he would want information about the foreign family. "This is my father, Fenton Jack, my mother Fenton Maddie, and my little brother Fenton Danny. I am Fenton Jazz."

Megure-keibu(?) noded then said, "do you have any relations with Eda-san?"

"Well…" Jazz turned to her parents. "You two knew Mr. Eda right? You seemed familiar with him…"

'Familiar is putting it lightly,' Danny sarcastically thought.

Maddie and Jack exchanged glances.

"Your father and I had butt heads with him a couple of times, yes." Maddie spoke first.

"He would always put down anything that dealt with the supernatural. Which includes ghost, even if your mother and I have proven that they're scientifically possible. He has always looked down on us for believing such 'nonsense'." Jack finished for his wife. Whilst this was going on, Conan became the translator for Megure-keibu(?) and the notebook man. It looked like Ran was going to keep him away from the crime scene, yet the child took to it like a fish in water.

"Ghosts?" Both Megure-keibu and notebook man gaped incredulously. Of course, Conan decided to take things in his own hands and ask the Fenton couple himself.

"Megure-keibu and Takagi-keiji both wanna know what you mean by ghosts and what you do for a living." Conan told them.

The two smiled.

"We managed to find out that a person's conscious can be imprinted onto a substance known as ectoplasm. However this happens when there is a certain amount of ectoplasm is around the person before, during, and after death. Unfortunately, we do not know how much as of yet." Maddie explained.

"When the mind fully imprints onto the ectoplasm, a 'body', if you will, will be made in the deceased's self image. These beings have special abilities and are known as ghosts. Although what we think of ghosts is that they are all once humans and animals when there are actual more than that. There can be ghosts that were never alive and have only known to be an ectoplasmic being." Jack continued.

"But recently we made a theory that perhaps there are ghosts who were created due to a large idea." Maddie picked up before turning to her husband, "remember when the town was overrun by horrific creatures of Greek legend?"

"Oh yeah! Then that large woman came and we had smores!" Jack then went into a food induced trance, "mmmm. Those smores were really good. Who knew that putting fudge instead of a Hershey's bar would make it taste better?"

"Jack? Jack honey?" Maddie snapped her fingers in front of his face to get his attention.

"Oh wha? Yes dear?"

"That lady was Pandora sweetie."

"Wait what?"

Maddie sighed.

"Well anyways, Pandora couldn't possibly be a real person, so we theorized that if an idea of a person or creature grows enough, especially if there is a large quantity of ectoplasm near, that person or creature could become a ghost. Unfortunately we don't have much for that theory, so we may have to discard it." Maddie told the officers.

"Wait wait wait," Mr. Mouri suddenly spoke as his daughter watched wide eyed at the Fentons. "Your town got overrun? By creatures of myth?"

"I would like to know what town you live in," Ms. Ihara put in.

"This does sound quite interesting," Mr. Hanabusa gave his input.

However, before anyone could give an answer, three people walked in. It was their waiter with two women.

The first woman who was walking with a combination of anger, confidence, and slight worry. Her brown eyes burned with a fire that said that she was not to be messed with. Her clothes were modest but were paired with smoky eye and appropriately red lipstick. This had enhanced her appearance and went well with her hourglass figure. Her black high heels clicked against the hard floor. Her hair was a light shade of brown, went down to her shoulders exactly, and was curled into medium sized ringlets.

The second woman seemed to withdraw within herself. Her long, brown hair was tied into a low ponytail with only a few stray hairs. Her brown eyes held a sadness and a regret that was unknown to all who gazed into them. She was relatively short, perhaps 5"4' if Danny had to put a number. She was pale. Perhaps that was due to working so much indoors if her slightly haggard demeanor said anything.

"What is all this about a dead body?" The first woman yelled. It was obvious she was angry.

"And you are?" Megure-keibu turned to the woman.

"I'm Okazawaya Kotono, the owner!" She sounded like he had offended her somehow.

"Now now Okazawaya-san, we were given a call that informed us about a death," Megure-keibu talked to the woman.

"And just who is this suppo-" she stopped herself and screamed once she saw who had just died. "Reiichi-san!" She cried in disbelief and horror.

This caused one of Danny's eyebrows to raise. Wasn't it respectful to call each other by their last names in Japan? So either this woman was close to Mr. Eda or didn't hold that much respect for the guy.

"You know him?" The notebook man, Takagi-keiji, asked.

Ms. Okazawaya looked taken aback by that question.

"Yes, he was one of my best patrons." She seemed to confirm whatever question that was asked.

"So I have heard." It was Ms. Ihara who had spoke.

"Hm?" Ms. Okazawaya turned her attention to the older woman.

"That he was a patron in more than a business way," Ms. Ihara said. This caused many faces in the room go red or slacked mouthed. This included Jazz as she held a hand to her mouth, blush covering her whole face.

"How dare you-" Ms. Okazawaya was furious. However Mr. Mouri was there to break the two up before they could do any harm.

"Before you ask, officers," Ms. Ihara started, pulling back a stray silver hair, "I went to Mouri-san to investigate the rumor that my ex husband was having an affair with the owner of this restaurant. If this were true, I did not want his fiancée to get hurt later down the road when they did get married."

"Ex husband?" Megure-keibu questioned.

"Yes. My name is Ihara Mayumi. We were married for twenty years. It was only a few years ago did he decided to divorce me." She said with sorrow. Her blue eyes sparkled with unshed tears.

The officers nodded and turned to the waiter and the second woman.

"And you two?"

"My name is Tateno Kentaro, and I was their waiter." The burly man spoke in that soft rumble of his.

"I am Tsujio Noriko. From what Kentaro has told me, I was their chief." The woman said withdrawing more. Even her voice sounded meek.

Ms. Murakami flinched at the name that came out of the second woman's mouth.

While all of this was going on, more men in blue suits came in with black baseball caps, or what looked like baseball caps, and went over to the dead Mr. Eda like vultures. They took pictures of the scene.

Then something unexpected happened.

Conan went up to the body.

'This can't be acceptable,' Danny thought to himself. There was no way it was ok for a kid to go up and observe a dead body.

No one else was paying attention, so he decided to be the one to take the child away. So, he slid away from his family and towards the small child.

"Almonds," Conan muttered to himself after sniffing the corpse's mouth.

'Yeah that can't be healthy,' Danny slightly cringed.

"Hey," the halfa went to grab Conan's hand. But the moment he did an icy cold shock ran through him, making him jerk his hand back.

But once he was no longer touching the child's hand, a huge wave of something fell upon him. It felt like a chill that did not belong to him. A chill that would seep into the bone and cling there, never to let go. And when that chilling something had drenched Danny, he could tell that Conan had many near death experiences.

He didn't know how, or why, but he just knew that Conan almost died multiple times.

As he took a step back, ignoring the curious and worried look he was getting from Conan, his eyes traveled to others, wondering if they had any effect.

There was none, yet he could tell how many times each and every person who his gaze fell on had a near death experience if they had any.

There wasn't a number above the person, no number slapped all over their body, or anything of that sort. Danny just knew.

The experience was terrifying.

Danny didn't know how to handle it.

Quickly, he went over to the waiter, Mr. Tateno and asked "where's the bathroom?"

"Ah, it is over to your right," he said, pointing over in that direction. "Why, are you-"

"Ok thanks!" And with that, Danny ran.

He paid no attention to the shocked and sympathetic looks that were shot his way.

The male bathroom door opened with a slam and was closed the same way.

Heavy breaths went in and out.

Cold sweat rolled down.

Ice began to form around hands and feet, only to break at the slightest movement.

The teen boy went over to the sink, looking down, not daring to see what the mirror would show him.

He turned on the water, hot (he needed some warmth he was getting too cold, oh so ever cold), splashed his face a couple of times, and blindly went to grab a towel.

A towel was handed to him.

"Thanks," he muttered only to stop a minute later.

He looked behind him and saw no one. Slowly, ever so slowly, did he turn to the mirror.

Nothing.

Only him within the mirror.

It was impossible. There was no way there was a ghost around. His Ghost Sense never went off.

His eyes flashed acid green, and in that instant, he saw a figure standing behind him within the mirror.

Quickly with a gasp, his eyes flashed back to its usual light blue as he turned to see who was behind him…

Only to see no one.

"What?" He whispered to himself.

Slowly, he turned back to the mirror, seeing himself and the stalls.

Flash to acid green and there was the figure.

Danny gulped, keeping his eyes green, and turned back once more to, hopefully, face the mysterious figure.

What he saw made him hold the sink in a death grip.

"Who are you supposed to be? Death? Because if that's it you got some of the outfit wrong." Danny said rather sarcastically as sarcasm had to be one of the things keeping him sane at this point.

In front of young Danny was a skeleton that was about the same height, if a little taller, as his dad. Who was wearing a white robe and holding a sickle.

"Why, yes," the figure spoke in a surprisingly female voice, "and no the outfit is actually quite right. Truth be told, I don't know how humans got that black robe and scythe. I obviously wear white and have a sickle."

Danny had to not respond to that and just stand there to process things.

So he started to list facts.

Fact one: his sister won the family a trip to Japan.

Fact two: they went to a fancy Japanese restaurant.

Fact three: he met a really creepy kid.

Fact four: the fancy Japanese restaurant turned out to be Italian.

Fact five: the fancy Italian Japanese restaurant had really, really good spaghetti.

Fact six: he felt a weird sensation and apparently sense when someone is about to die. This may or may not be a fact due to this only happening once.

Fact seven: someone died. And he watched it happen.

Fact eight: when he touched the creepy kid he gained a new ability to know how many times someone had a near death experience.

Fact nine: he can see Death when he taps into his ghost powers to make his eyes their usual green when he's in ghost form.

Fact ten: Death is apparently a girl and wears white and has a sickle, not a scythe.

If he thought his (half) life was weird before, it was strange now.

"Soooooo. What brings you here?" Danny asked mainly due to the fact that his (half) life was an utter mess and really couldn't think of anything else to say.

"To take one Eda Reiichi, or as you would say Reiichi Eda, with me. Or at least his soul." Death replied.

This made Danny's eyebrows rise.

"Well where's his soul?" He asked.

Death held up her left hand, as her right held the sickle, and jangling of chains were heard.

"You can't see him," she explained, "or hear him actually. You can hear the chain that I put on him to keep him from running away."

"How ironic. In life he didn't believe in ghosts and in death he is one." Danny paused. "Wait, is he?"

Death shrugged.

"By your parents definition, no."

"Ok?"

"Look, I'll make things simple by not explaining it."

Danny just sighed.

"Ok, so you're here to take Mr. Eda's what soul? So what does this have to do with me?" He asked.

"Well, ever since your accident in your parents portal, Life and I have wanted to properly meet you. You were here and I had work, so it was perfect." Death explained.

"Wait. Life?"

"Yes, Life. She's the one who oversees birth." Death's tone held a tone that Danny had heard multiple times throughout his time on Earth. It all came from his parents.

"So, uh," he rubbed the back of his neck, "what's your relationship with Life?"

"We are in a romantic relationship." If Death had muscles and skin, she would smile. The being then let out a loving sigh.

"She is quite amazing you see. Just the way she simply is is so wonderful."

It was obvious that Death had it hard for Life.

They were silent for a moment; Danny thinking, Death wondering what gift she should get Life the next time they see each other.

"So does Mr. Eda know how he died?" Danny asked Death, bringing her out of her reverie.

"Hold on." She then turned her head to the left and said, "well Eda-san? You heard Danny's question. Do you know how you died?"

There was a period of silence which, if Mr. Eda could heard, would've been filed with ranting and raving.

To say it simply, Mr. Eda was mad.

Death turned her head back to the halfa and said, "to paraphrase, his food was poisoned. He also claims that it must have been the waiter or the chief since he, begrudgingly, admitted that he saw no one sitting around him meddle with his pasta. Which is apparently now absolutely terrible."

This made Danny relax a little bit, as this meant Mr. Hanabusa was innocent. Hopefully this also meant that Mr. Hanabusa wouldn't do such a thing where Vlad would most likely would.

"Well yeah it's now terrible. He died from eating it," Danny pointed out with furrowed eyebrows.

"Understandable." Her tone was flat.

"So what are you going to do now?" One eyebrow was raised.

"Well, I'm going to stay until this murder is solved. And it will be solved."

"And how do you know this?" Danny asked, both eyebrows raised.

Again, if Death could, she would smile in a mysterious way.

"Why, the little detective is on the case." Was all she supplied.

"Huh?" Who was the little detective?

The only reply he was given was a bony finger held up to teeth.

Danny huffed.

"Gee, thanks." Sarcasm oozed from his whole being.

"It is no problem. By the way, I think it is time for you to go back. People might get suspicious." Death told the halfa teen.

Danny nodded in understanding and in thanks (actual thanks and not sarcastic) before letting his eyes go back to normal. He stood quietly, taking in any sound that made it past the bathroom walls and door. He vaguely heard words being spoken and footsteps going by.

With a deep breath, Danny gathered himself, pushed off the sink, and went his way out of the bathroom.

Only for the door to open right at him, which made him go intangible and invisible reflexively.

Because of this a man walked through him, and Danny ended up overshadowing the guy.

Which made the body trip due to the two conflicting commands of standing and walking.

"Ouch." Danny muttered in the man's body.

Quickly, he went out of the body and a little further. He positioned himself to look like he had fallen as well.

"Ugh, what happened?" The man sounded groggy, as he rubbed his chin.

It was Takagi-keiji. AKA notebook man.

"Are you ok?" Danny asked as he got back up.

"Eh?" Takagi-keiji looked up to the teen who was holding his hand out. He blinked before grabbing it.

"Thank you, and sorry for running into you." The officer said as he was pulled up.

"Yeah, I don't know what you're saying. Sorry." Danny told him while rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh, I think we should go back into the restaurant."

Takagi-keiji blinked.

The American halfa teen pointed to the door.

"Oh! Yes. Let's go." Takagi-keiji looked flustered as the two actually went out of the men's restroom.