A/N: I was planning on waiting for a few more reviews to see if anyone was reading, but Crimson would probably kill me if I made her wait too long for the next chapter. x3 I think the characters are OOC, but this is my first Detective Conan fic so, eh. Don't kill me for it. I really like how it turned out so far so I'm happy. This is, of course, dedicating to Crimson and Nipper.
Now on to the fic.
Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan, no matter how much I'd like to.
A Tale of Fur and Fangs
Chapter two: The Night of Nghtmares.
By: Kat-Chan!
Eyes opening as his consciousness returned, Conan stared up at a white washed ceiling waiting for his eyes to focus. Where am I? He thought weakly, looking around the small room. Sheets were wrapped tightly around him. They were white like the walls and ceiling of this room, he had observed. He looked around the room some more, there was a small nightstand with a lamp and a vase of flowers on it, a chair…
Ran?
The brunette was smiling at him, her blue eyes shining. It looked like she had been crying, however, for a long time and bags were under her eyes. "You're awake!" She announced, happily, though sobs broke free from her throat. "How are you feeling?"
He was in the hospital, he deduced. How was he feeling? How did he feel, anyways? His torso itched, he was sore as hell, and he felt like passing out again. He let out an inward sigh. A smile lit his face, "I feel great, Ran-neechan!" He lied. The smile itself was a lie.
She believed it, though. She always did. "That is great! I was so scared you wouldn't wake up…" She trailed off, rubbing her eyes.
"Ran-neechan?"
"I'm alright," The girl assured him. She always had been to caring for her own good. He could tell that how ever long he had been passed out, she had been by his side watching over him. "I'm just so happy to see that you're okay! I'll go get the doctor, alright?"
She stood up, started off for the door. He got scared. He almost yelped out, 'Don't leave me!" but he had somehow managed to keep his mouth shut as she disappeared into the hall way the was just beyond that door. Why was he so scared?
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
The creature had lunged at him, its massive head tilted to the side. Its jaws were wide open and those... Those huge teeth covered in saliva were sunk into his torso. For a while it shook him around in its jaws, but he had gone numb with pain the moment the teeth sung into his flesh.
"CONAN-KUN! WHERE ARE YOU?!"
That voice… Ran. That beautiful voice of hers… He opened his eyes, seeing her illuminated by the flashlight he didn't remember dropping. "R-… Ra… Ran-N- N- Neechan…"
Everything had gone black after that…
"Edogawa-san! Edogawa-san!"
He looked up into the eyes of a man he had never seen before. He was dressed in a white coat, a stethoscope thrown over the back of his beck, looping around, and ends resting over his shoulder. The doctor, no doubt. "Huh?" He realized he was drenched in cold sweat.
"You screamed…" Ran's voice piped up. He glanced up at her with a look of confusion.
"Was I?"
"Yes, you were. When we came in after hearing it, you were shaking terribly!" Ran exclaimed, worry in her voice.
I always worry you, Ran… Even as Conan.
"Oh…" He loosened his fingers from the sheet he had unconsciously dug them into. "I… I… started thinking about what happened…"
"Oh, Conan-kun!" The young woman cried, wrapping her arms around him.
His face lit up with a red glow as her chest was squished into him by her embrace. "R- Ran-neechan… I'm okay, don't worry please…"
"But, Conan!" She whined.
"I'm alright!" He assured her, a smile plastered on his face.
"I won't ever leave your side again, I promise!"
"Y- You don't have to…" He was more then slightly embarrassed now.
"Ahem. Stitches, remember, Miss Mouri." The doctor spoke up.
"Oh, right… Sorry." She released the boy from her protective grip and took a seat by his bedside.
The doctor did a whole body examination of the boy, a few blood tests, and checked his injuries. Everything seemed fine. The stitches were keeping the wound closed just fine and there hadn't been any serious eternal damage. His blood tests came up negative for any kind of bacterial an animal bite may introduce. He was fit to go home.
The stitched up area had been dressed with fresh bandages and after everything was done Conan replaced clothing over his small body as fast as humanly possible. "Well, just sign him out and he is free you go home."
"Thank god!" Ran breathed. She had scooped the teen-detective-turned-kid into her arms and spun around happily.
His stomach turned. Spinning was a little to much for him at the moment… Vomit ended up spewing all over the floor when Ran had stopped rotating.
------ Mouri's detective agency. ------
"Sorry about that Conan," She said to the boy she treasured so much. "I got a little to excited to hear you would be alright. Hehheh…"
"Its okay," He said, the disgusting tasted rinsed from his mouth. He still felt sick, but the throbbing pain that came from his wounds was what really bothered him. "I'm going to go lay down, okay?" He said.
"Alright, I'll call you own when dinner is ready."
"Okay," Conan called back, vanishing into the hall separating the detective agency from their living quarters. When he had reached his room he had just collapsed into his futon. It wasn't long before consciousness slipped away from him.
It was too dark. The light that had radiated from his flashlight only seemed to be swallowed up by the shadows. A long, beastly howl filled the silence followed by a near by snarl. Something was following him. He could feel those glowing eyes watching him from somewhere near by.
He was scared. Not something to take lightly. Shinichi had seen some scary stuff and managed to keep his cool, even after he had Conan he still was able to keep cool under any frightening situation. He had been strangled, shot, beaten by a cornered criminal and other things, but he never… Never felt the fear that had overwhelmed him now.
Two large, crimson orbs glowed through the darkness. It... It was right in front of him… He wanted to run, wanted to get as far away from whatever owned those eerie eyes. His feet wouldn't move, however, they felt shackled in place. In one fluid blur of motion, he felt its jaws clamp down around his torso.
The shadows parted, revealing a blood red moon gleaming in the dark sky… "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Conan shot up from his bed, eyes widened to the point of falling out of place. He was gasping for breath and a cold sweat had soaked his clothes. "A… dream?"
