A shrunken Life Chapter 8( I do not own Detective Conan)

Haibara's P.O.V:

"What the hell was that?" Accusation pronounced itself clearly in Haibara's voice as she sent a glare to the shrunken female.

Haibara watched Nakamoto's face pale with a sweat drop sliding slowly down the side of her face. Nakamoto's green eyes widen, her pale thin arms flailed around as she stumbled over her words, "Uh, I, um, uh…"

Yukiko then faced Nakamoto bringing her arms above her chest creating an "x", shaking her head. "That performance is a D minus. You practically blew your cover. We can just hope my son can convince him otherwise."

"And knowing their relationship, it might be difficult." Haibara commented.

"Though, I think Shinichi has enough sense not to tell him." Hakase said, weakly defended Shinichi.

Haibara briefly glanced at Hakase. "Hm. Kudo would have told that girl who he was if we didn't stop him. We can't have our hopes high." Yes, for that boy gets into too much trouble as it is.

"Look, I'm sorry. I panicked. I wasn't expecting Heiji to come so suddenly after practice."

Yukiko got down to her knees and placed her smooth hands on Nakamoto's shoulders. "One, that was not practice, it was a lesson. Also, Kamiko-chan, you're in this position now in where these situations are going to happen suddenly and randomly and you are going to have to be ready and act quickly. You can't hesitate or be suspicious. Your life is on the line, always."

It's unfortunate that you were ripped away from your innocence and were dragged away into this raw, cruel world. But now you must follow the rules of this world of this shadowed world.

Haibara observed Nakamoto stare into Yukiko's blue eyes with misty green eyes. Silence rested between the four of them. Hakase, Haibara, and Yukiko focused on Nakamoto who has her gaze on the tiled floor. Haibara raised an eyebrow as she saw Nakamoto raise her head, her eyes filled with determination. A smirk formed on Haibara's lips once her ears heard Nakamoto's next words, "I will be better next time."

"Nakamoto-chan," Nakamoto head whipped around to face her, "I believe you will. Now, before those two detective fools come back, let's go over your whole background while we still can. We don't want you to say something that contradicts something you already said." Haibara turned and made her way down the basement. Nakamoto, Hakase, and Yukiko followed her lead.

Normal P.O.V.:

Unknown to the four making their way down into the basement; in the cover of the night, a figure clad in black watched them through the window with a hand firmly wrapped around a gun.

…Short time Skip…

Conan exited the back door of his house, leaving Hattori in the library. It's not time for him to know, not yet. Conan silently and skillfully climbed the wall that fenced his house. He dropped down with a quiet thud; he rested there for a minute to let the pain vanish from his legs. Rising, Conan looked up as the sound of clapping resounded in his ears. Blue eyes widened at the sight of a foreign women leaning against a black motorcycle, wearing a black jumpsuit with long blonde hair.

"A little escape artist, I see. I could only imagine why." Vermouth's taunting voice broke the silence of the night. Conan recomposed himself and sent her a glare.

"It's none of your business. What the hell are you doing here?" Conan asked with accusation. He placed a foot behind him, his body tensing, ready to fall into any type of action if needed.

"My, how defensive you are. Why is that?"

"Of course, and you know why. Don't avoid my question." Conan snapped at her, glaring at her.

"Who said I was avoiding the question? I simply cannot answer it at this location."

"Why can't you answer it here?"

Vermouth gave a smirk. "You should know the answer to that."

"It's too dangerous to answer here, huh?"

The smirk remained in place. "Good, you understand. How about you come with me to find the answer?" She sent a glance towards her motorcycle.

Conan's gaze followed hers and he quickly narrowed his blue eyes at her. "Do you seriously believe I would go with you?"

"I traveled all the way over here to provide some information I thought it would be in your interest to know but oh well, I guess you have you have to find it out on your own." Vermouth's smirked dropped as she spoke this. She mounted on her motorcycle and put her black shining helmet on.

"Wait!" Conan called out, stopping vermouth from turning on the engine.

While the black helmet hid Vermouth's revived smirk, Conan knew it was there, laughing at him with full knowledge of his desperate need of information.

"What type of information?" There was a hint of curiosity in Conan's voice.

"If I was able to tell you the type of information here, then I'll be able to answer your question here. All I know is that the information is something you want."

Vermouth looked down and watched in amusement as the child contemplated about what to say next. "How can I receive this information?"

Her smirk widened. "Come with me." Vermouth tossed Conan a black helmet. Conan caught it with both hands.

"Where to?"

"I can't disclose that information."

After a few moments, Conan put the helmet on and mounted on the motorcycle, sitting behind Vermouth. "Hold on." Vermouth called out, driving the motorcycle away from Conan's house, well his former-self's house, with high speeds. Conan wrapped his hands around her waist right before he almost fell off. "Enjoying yourself there?" She asked. Conan muttered a quick "no".

Vermouth drove obviously taking a detour for the two went in and out of alleys, on and off the streets and passing landmarks over and over again. Vermouth slowed at the sight of a tiny abandoned shack on the outskirts of Tokyo and stopped the motorcycle behind the shack once she confirmed no one was there. Conan identified as it the place there were going to talk and where he might get answers (knowing the women, he might never get answers only more questions).

The two descended the motorcycle and entered the rotting, dusty, dirty, dark shack. Vermouth locked the door behind her. Conan knew better than to ask her where she received the key. Moonlight snuck through the broken window, producing the only light in the small shack.

"Since you went out of your way to lead me here and now since we're in private, what is that you wanted to tell me?" Conan asked with an annoyed tone.

"Well, I must give my silver bullet a warning." Vermouth replied, eyeing Conan.

"What type of warning?"

"That your precious non-silver gun is about to be destroyed by the evil wolves."

"By wolves, you mean them. But, my 'precious non-silver gun', what is that supposed to mean?"

"It's simple. Silver can only kill wolves but anything that is not silver cannot. So your non-silver gun can be destroyed by the wolves and they wouldn't be harmed at all."

"I know that, but you're not answering my question. What do you mean by gun?"

"Think about it detective; if you're a bullet, specifically a silver one, then who must be the gun that fires you?"

"The gun that fires me," Conan muttered, "Who can that be?" He looked at her with a glare.

"I'm not allowed to say. Though you must hurry and figure out who the gun is and save they and you for the wolves are already on the hunt."

"You're not allowed to say? Don't give me that. You just don't want to tell me. Wait a minute, you said myself. That means…," It's someone close to me, "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I want to see you succeed my silver bullet." Vermouth replied.

"Succeed? Aren't you apart of them? Why would you want me to succeed?" He inquired. This woman is too difficult.

"Tsk, tsk. I thought you would know better than that my little detective. It's too soon for you to know that information."

Conan grinned at this for a moment. "I already know much more than I should, so why not tell me?"

"Someday my little detective, someday." This was vermouth's only reply. Conan watched as the women walked past him and opened the door of the shack. The door groaned at it being forced opened. "Well, our little chat has come to end. I bid you farewell my little silver bullet." She walked out; he heard an engine start and the sound of the vehicle soon vanished.

Conan looked out the door, which was slowly creaking its way back to the doorway, to the dark sky outside. He moved himself to the doorway and his fist slammed against the rotting groaning door.


A/N: I am sooo sorry I have not updated this story in since forever and my other stories as well. I've been busy with school, I'm so glad I'm done with it now and I lost my notes for this fanfiction which is surprising since I don't lose thing so easily... I'm going to update this story more now since i have the time- even though I have three summer assignments which i need to work on...- and I'm going to update my other stories as well. Though I'm going on vacation tomorrow and I thought I should update this before I go.

On another note, don't comment on the silver and wolves thing please. I know silver kills were-wolves and blah blah. I'm have a current debate with this with my sister. Please just go with it.

I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter and please review, they help a lot. Thank you all for reading.

-MConanfan0327.