And here is Chapter 1 of the story. This takes place during episode 177-178, to refresh your memory it's the Pisco arc. Please excuse my grammar (which literally sucks) or any awkward phrasing. :D Thanks for reading :D
Chapter 1
Pisco
The wounds from the bullets that had pierced through hurt, making every movement sting. As Edogawa Conan carried her through the fiery hot flames that had engulfed the liquor storage room that they were in; she glanced back at the old man who called himself Pisco. He was crying out in anger, waving his gun dangerously like a mad animal that had lost its prey.
"Where are you!" he screamed. He was unlike the refined gentleman that had spoken earlier on.
"You might not remember me Sherry, but I knew your parents," he had told her while pointing a gun to her head. As her vision blurred the old man started to chuckle. "It's a shame Sherry…your brother would have wanted you-"
Haibara did not hear his last words for Pisco had been interrupted by Conan.
The flames engulfed the very last shelf of liquor, exploding into fire balls. The heat begun to sting and the pain from the bullets threatened unconsciousness.
"I'm sorry Haibara," Conan whispered to her. The boy was smiling at her, his eyes gentle and filled with relief.
"You're late," Haibara whispered through bated breath, it was the only words she could muster through the pain.
"I'm sorry," he whispered and he carried her, moving through the hotel passed the guests who were all ironically wearing black. Black…the colour of death, the colour that had stained her life in sin and in suffering. She let out a pained sigh and Conan's grip on her tightened.
"Don't worry Haibara I would protect you." He whispered. "I won't let this happen again."
Protect? Those words meant nothing to her. Those words could only hurt her.
"Don't lie Edogawa-kun," she wanted to say but the words were caught in her throat.
There was no way he could protect her…not from him…not from her…not from herself.
America, 5 years ago:
There was a transfer student and it sparked personal interest in the classroom.
"Did you hear about this John?" his classmate nudged him excitedly and John Brown groaned in boredom.
"It's just a transfer student-"he paused and his heart skipped a beat when the teacher strolled in with a girl.
There was a collective silence and then uncontrollable murmurs broke out.
"A beauty!" his classmate exclaimed and John gulped. The teacher grinned and asked the girl to introduce herself.
"Shiho Miyano," she said, "From Japan."
She spoke in a quaint yet calculative manner. Her voice was soft yet it was sharp and cold. Her blue eyes and dirty blonde hair contrasted deeply with her Asian face. To John, Shiho Miyano was surprisingly beautiful almost exotic.
"Hmm…is that all Shiho?" the teacher asked and the girl nodded. The teacher frowned and signalled for her to sit at the empty seat beside John. John tensed. The girl walked down the aisle, her face remaining expressionless, her deep blue eyes set in boredom.
"Erm…he…hello?" John whispered to her after she had sat down. The girl glanced at him, her face betraying no emotion.
"Hello," she said and he smiled. "My name is John…John Brown."
The girl nodded before turning away from him. John frowned, disappointment taking a hold of him. You could at least introduce yourself more…you know…he thought to himself but shook his head.
No… why should she, she already did so.
Class started and the excitement from the transfer student died down. The teacher's dreary voice droned on and John yawned, before stealing a sideways glance at the girl beside him. She was writing on her notebook, her hair pulled back behind her ear exposing her pale almost flawless skin.
"Ah god," John whispered to himself, "This is totally a cliché plotline."
She was always alone. It was something that John did not fail to notice. After pissing off a group of girls a few days ago, the girl had alienated herself from the class. Her beauty combined with her ice cold personality earned her a nickname among the boys and they used it with adoration.
The Ice Queen.
"Serves you right," John muttered as he watched the girl eating alone in the canteen. She was hunched over a plate of meat and potatoes, reading a chemistry book that looked too hard for a 13 year old.
It was a really clichéd lonely scene, a scene that John thought he would only see in his story books. He frowned.
"You have a bad habit," his sister had told him once; "A bad habit of helping others more vulnerable than yourself…really it's a really bad habit."
"I just can't help myself," he muttered and rubbed his hair in irritation before approaching the girl who was eating alone.
"S…Shiho?" he stuttered, calling out to her. The girl looked up and glanced at him. "What is it?" she asked and then stiffened when he sat down beside her.
"Could I eat lunch with you?" he asked.
"Was there a need to ask?" she snorted, "You have already sat down."
John laughed nervously. "Well I was hoping you wouldn't say no."
"It's best if I did," she answered him, her voice cold yet at the same time…fearful.
"What do you mean by that?" he asked. The girl glanced at him and for a moment smiled. It was a small smile but it was something that made John stop breathing. The smile disappeared from her face as quickly as it had appeared.
"It means, leave me alone," she said and stood up, picking up her chemistry book.
"Hey wai-"John exclaimed but paused when the girl looked at him.
"But thanks," she whispered. It was hardly audible but it sent chills up John's spine and his felt his face burning up in heat. His heart beat faster and he collapsed onto the table when the girl Shiho had left the canteen.
"Goddammit… this is really cliché."
Japan:
"Don't leave me alone!"
"Shiho why did you betray me!"
"Sherry…Sherry what have you done,"
"Shiho…I love you, no matter what…you know that right."
"Shiho, happy birthday…"
"Onee-chan…"
"She betrayed the organisation."
"Why did you kill her! Why!?"
"Shiho…I trusted you."
"I would protect you."
"Haibara I would protect you."
"It has the power to raise the dead, the power of immorality, do you understand Sherry."
"Monster."
"Haibara! Haibara!" a voice jostled her from her unconsciousness and she opened her eyes, wincing in pain. Where was she? She remembered the fires, Pisco and…
"Gin," she whispered.
"Are you alright? Does it hurt?"
Haibara found herself looking at a boy wearing glasses and she frowned.
"Of course it doesn't hurt," she said sarcastically wincing and the boy sighed in relief. She was nestled in the leathery seats of Hakase's car, wrapped in Edogawa Conan's blue sports coat. She could feel warm blood leaking from her wounds and she bit her lower lip. The dreams she had from before pulled her back into reality.
She wasn't supposed to be here. If this happened again…everyone…Ayumi, Genta, Mitsuhiko, Hakase and…Edogawa-kun would get hurt…even worst killed. She couldn't take such a risk. She had to leave, they had seen her.
Ever since she had shrunk, everyday been like a dream. The friendships, the carefree lifestyle of a normal life seemed surreal to Shiho and yet she enjoyed it. Somewhere deep in her heart she treasured those moments more than she cared to admit. For a moment, Shiho Miyano the girl known as the Ice Queen was allowed to feel. She became Haibara Ai, a normal girl who lived with her grandpa, Hakase and had a normal seemingly happy life. For once, Haibara was happy.
To leave it all behind would break her but if she didn't…they will take them away just like they had with her sister.
"There is nothing here for me anymore," she whispered. She covered her eyes trying to keep herself from crying. "Everything is lost in that fire…Pisco knows me…I have to leave."
"Is that what you think?" the boy asked and Shiho swallowed the lump in her throat.
"You were never meant to feel anything, Sherry."
"Yes," she whispered.
"Then everything should be fine," Edogawa said and he smiled. Shiho glanced at him. "If you think like that, the organization would not expect you to remain here would they…besides Pisco is dead."
"Pisco…Pisco dead?" Shiho whispered.
"Yes," Hakase said, "I heard gunshots…Gin killed him."
Shiho smirked. "As usual…a game of cat and mouse huh…Gin," she whispered.
"I found you."
"Is she asleep?" Shinichi asked the professor who was driving the yellow beetle. They both turned to look at the injured girl who was sleeping. She was shivering slightly, blood from her wounds stained the jacket he had lent her. Guilt stabbed into Shinichi and he clenched his fists.
"Dammit if I had arrived early this wouldn't have happened." He muttered.
"It is not your fault Shinichi," Hakase whispered. "I'm sure Ai-kun doesn't blame you."
Shinichi sighed and adjusted his spectacles.
"It's strange," he said, reaching into his pockets and pulling out a picture. A photograph he had taken from the liquor room before it ignited in flames.
"What is strange?" Hakase asked and Shinichi glanced at the picture. Within was a picture of a teenage looking Haibara, Shinichi couldn't help but smirk when he saw her expressionless face. So she's been like this since the start of time. He then glanced at the smiling boy who was talking and walking with Haibara. The boy had brown reddish hair, a childish looking face accompanied with tanned skin.
"Didn't Haibara say she was always alone when she studied in America," he said, showing the photograph to Hakase who glanced at it. The professor frowned.
"Maybe his her classmate…somebody she just knew?" Hakase speculated and Shinichi shook his head. No…that was not it, the boy was too close to Haibara, so close that it was enough to spark alarm in the black organization.
Shinichi slipped the photograph back into his pocket and stared at the girl behind him. This girl…was still a person shrouded in mystery.
"What did you do," he whispered, "Haibara?"
