Author's Notes: Dear anyone who might be reading this, please go to my Ai Edogawa story and tell me what I should do! Should I continue it, change its name, or just scrap it altogether??? Also, BIG THANK-YOU to all my reviewers! You all rock!

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"Sherry-san?"

"What's wrong with you?"

"SHERRY-SAN?!?!?"

Shiho jolted up. Where was she? Oh, in front of her computer... as always. Her mind registered the girl standing next to her. Shiho smiled.

"You know, you've never actually told me your name," Shiho said kindly. This was out of character for her, so why did she do it?

"Huh? My name? Well, I got given the codename Claret, if that's what you mean..."

"No. Your name. Your real name."

The girl looked around helplessly, as if she was doing some quick thinking.

"Um... Sayuri!" the girl said brightly, spotting a picture of a lily on the wall. [A/N 'Yuri' means 'lily' in Japanese, and 'Sayuri' means 'little lily'.]

"Why are you in the organisation, Sayuri?"

Sayuri looked down. "They found me to replace you, because you betrayed... - I mean, because my parents were in the organisation, and they thought I was a good recruit." She said quietly. "I didn't want to. But I had no choice... and I should be thankful... because my beloved little sister... she got the worst between us two..."

Shiho stared at the girl. Why did that story seem so familiar? She had never heard it before...

Was there something she hasn't been told about?

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Shiho typed furiously on her computer.

Click.

The organisation's records opened up.

Click. Click. Click.

Shiho typed in 'Miyano' into the search box.

Click.

Nothing.

Shiho couldn't believe it. She had been sure that she had some family in the organisation, after hearing Sayuri's story. It seemed so familiar... but why? Why was it like that? As if there was something she didn't know, something that was just out of reach. All those people she didn't recognise, appearing in her dreams... that young strawberry-blonde girl, that twenty-yrs-old dark-haired woman, that young boy with glasses, that teenaged detective... not to mention that vague recollections of a group of kids who called themselves that 'Detective Boys', and the FBI, and CIA...

And the organisation seemed like one who would keep tabs on people, even if they're not in the organisation. Especially if they were related to someone who was.

She was Sherry, the head of the APTX-4869 project. She was in the Black Organisation. She wasn't meant to have these thoughts, these emotions.

So why???

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Shiho flicked the newspapers idly in the newspaper archive. She had spent a whole day looking for records of her family, to no avail. She was going to put that pile of newspapers back into the folders until something caught her eye.

It was the boy with glasses.

He was in a photograph, eyes covered by oversized glasses, being hugged by a teenaged girl that looked so much like the woman in her dream.

Dream...

Shiho jolted up. Wasn't that the newspaper article that appeared in her dream?? She scanned it quickly. Yes! There was finally a record of her family.

Although it wasn't the best article she would have preferred to read. It wrote that Akemi Miyano had committed suicide, but somehow Shiho found that hard to believe. Somehow, she knew the boy had a part in that, and usually, when he did, it ended up being...

Murder?

Which was the organisation's specialty...

"There was no comment from Akemi's family. Her biochemist parents died years ago due to an accident in a laboratory. Her living family consisted of only her sister, Shiho, who is unavailable for comment, as we were unable to track her down. She is believed to be working as a biochemist too, following in the footsteps of her parents."

No,Shiho shook her head furiously. They didn't - they wouldn't, kill her... sister... would they?

But how had Shiho known that? It was another glimpse back into seemingly another life, which wasn't her own...

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'... and the apotoxin works by sending messages to the cells to destroy themselves. It was a derivative of a experimental immortality formula...'

Shiho typed into her computer, confused at why she was doing this. It wasn't as if she wanted to do this, it was as if she had to, for what purpose even she did not know. It was as if one part of her brain knows what's going on, what she's doing, why she's doing it, while the other part just complied.

Shiho finished the article about APTX 4869 and pressed send. That article was so well-written that it could be published in a magazine. It was written with the simplest terms, even a person who wasn't experienced in chemistry or boichemistry could understand. Well, it had to be simple. The person she was sending it to couldn't be said to be exceptional at biochemistry. Not up to her standard. No. That person specialized in something else, something that conflicted with what she was doing.

If the organisation members knew what she was doing, she would be dead. It was a risky choice.

But she didn't know why she had made it.

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Author's Notes: The end of Chapter Four. Don't feel like saying much. Except (;)) please review!