I don't own detective Conan. I merely use the characters as pawns in my great game, moving them, changing them, until I have formulated the perfect checkmate.

Bounce, catch, bounce, catch, bounce, catch. The ball hit the ground, then the wall, then back to him. "I'm getting too good at this." Brandy muttered. He was bored. It had been weeks since Brandy's last mission. He walked over to his black duffel bag which only stood out against his dark room because of the wear and tear on it. After he opened it, Brandy pushed his clothes to the side to find what he was looking for, his weight jacket. Equipped with a vest that had the equivalent of about seventy-five pounds, Brandy went downstairs.

Some would call where Brandy lived a house, he called it HQ. If he called it home, it would mean Brandy had given up on ever returning to his old life, to his parents. Brandy couldn't remember much, if he really tried, he could hear laughter, then screams, always screams. The screams and voices of a man and a women. These screams would torment him for days on end, they would be stuck in his head, and they wouldn't get out. No one would notice though, he had become a master at hiding his true feelings, at hiding behind a fake name, at hiding behind a mask. Brandy opened the door and went on his daily run the distance of about half a marathon. When he thought about how much a normal 17 year old would exercise each day it made him chuckle. I guess I can't blame them; He thought to himself, most children weren't pushed like I was. In fact, most people weren't pushed like he was in their entire lives like Brandy was when he was just seven.

"Mommy look how fast that man is running!" A little girl said, waking Brandy up from his deep thought. Without him realizing he had reached about half-speed, but to others, his speed seemed unimaginable.

Dang, I forgot. At that point he pretended to be tired. The only way for him to get stronger without putting people in awe is to put even more weights in his weight jacket. I need a challenge. As if she heard him, his watch started beeping and vibrating. His watch had an integrated alert chip. It was set so when Brandy got a message from Sherry, it would alert him. Depending on how urgent the message was, the watch would do different things. Once, when Sherry thought that Brandy was ignoring his new mission, she somehow heated up his watch up to 100 degrees forcing him to throw it on the ground. That watch never worked after that.

Brandy turned around and started jogging back to his residence. When he arrived at his house, a young woman approximately a year and a half older than himself awaited him. Unlike him, she actually knew people and had a social life, even though it was relatively small. If she ever heard me say that, I'd be screwed. Brandy imagined. Most of the people Sherry knew were introduced to her by her sister. Sherry and her sister were extremely close; they were two halves in a whole. One was quiet and held her ideas and thoughts to herself, while the other was happy and talkative.

Sherry was still a part of the organization while Brandy was not. Sherry was only still in the organization because of fear, fear of Gin and Vodka and Belmont. Brandy lacked that fear.

"You're to rash." She had once said to him.

"Maybe, but if I wasn't where would I be now?" He countered. The conversation had stopped there.

When he reached his front door Sherry awaited him. Still dressed in a Lab coat from working at her lab, Sherry said the one thing that Brandy would never thought she would. "You need to go to school."

Silence.

Brandy started laughing and his eyes started to tear up. He then had a good look at her face, Sherry had not even cracked a smile; reality dawned on him. He stopped laughing immediately, "Your SERIOUS!?" Sherry didn't say a word. "You think I need to go to school!? I'm a former member of them for G-d's sake! You think I need to go to School!?"

"People are starting to get suspicious, a seventeen year old boy living in an empty house which he almost never leaves only to take a run outside? You need to look less suspicious. You can't draw so much attention, that's why I've set you up at Teitan High School."

"You're not my mother." I countered to my partner-in-crime.

"You're right, but to the world I am your older sister." As she said this I gawked at her, if only our ages were swapped… "You're name is Kuro Enjeru."

I deciphered the name, "Black Angel, really?" I said skeptically. She just smiled, ready and waiting to watch my torment. I'll get you back for this. "You might as well just stop, no one will believe you."

Five Days Later.

"So your math homework tonight is to finish the worksheet. Class dismissed, go to your sports." "Yes Sensei"

For Fuck's Sake, How the hell was I pulled into this?

Sincere readers,
I am truly sorry for not keeping up to date with my stories, I have experienced an unexpected turn of events that have prohibited me from doing so. Yet, more importantly, I am sorry for this chapter being so slow, I just need to set in stone the relationship between Brandy and Sherry and how they are partners and, if given the chance, will cause problems for the other. I also needed to say the Brandy is now living his nightmare, school. However, a chapter this slow will not occur again for a while. Please stay with me and be patient. This story, at the beginning, will be parallel to the events in the anime and manga, but will later go on its own branch. If you like this story, please leave a comment, my goal is to have at least five reviews by the time this story is finished. If you like or do not or have an idea for the story, than please comment. And with that, I bid thee adieu.
Sincerely,
Black Rose the First