Kon'nichi wa minna-san! Here is my little contribution to the pile of Detective Conan fanfics here… ^_^

I absolutely LOVE DC…it's awesome! However, this story contains some spoilers about recent turn of events. You may read about some of them at my website, Only One Truth (). It is in the News section.

Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan. I wish I did, but I do not. All rights belong to Gosho Aoyama-san, who is awesome for creating this story!

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Prologue ~ Events on a Cold and Lonely Night

It was a cold and lonely winter night. Every street was still and silent, and the city had gone to rest. A clock chimed twelve times—midnight.

But someone could be seen walking down a street in Beika. It was a very small someone, a little boy of six or seven years. He was shivering from the cold, and his small, round face was pale. He headed for the phone booth, struggled a bit in reaching the handle of the glass door, and finally was able to enter. He fumbled in his pockets for some coins and deposited them, one by one. Then, reaching out with a small, gloved hand, he dialed a familiar number.

He began to speak, and as he talked he held his red bowtie to his lips. The voice that came out was not that of an elementary school boy—it was deep and mature, almost like an adult's voice. After a few minutes of conversation, he said goodbye and hung up. But for some reason, he didn't leave. He just idly stared at the telephone, a look of sadness and longing in his crystal blue eyes.

Just down the street, inside a building was a teenage girl sitting on her bed. She replaced her phone to its hook, struggling to hold back tears. Her best friend had just called her, and she should be happy. But how could she be happy when she was just left there, with an occasional phone call, and she didn't even know where he was, or whether he would come back?

She sighed. How long has it been since I'd last seen him? Weeks? Months? She hadn't kept track. But she missed him…she missed him so much. She wanted—she needed him—to come back, to hold her tightly while she cried on his shoulder, to walk by her side in the park, her hand is his…

But he wasn't there. She was all alone. And she buried her head in her arms and cried.

Two teenagers, a boy and a girl, were on a train from Osaka to Tokyo. The girl was sleeping, and the boy was reading a novel. Suddenly, she leaned over, and her head was on his shoulder. He gave a start and looked at her. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful, with the moonlight shining on her…he turned away, embarrassed, but already blushing a deep shade of scarlet.

She mumbled something in her sleep, "I'm cold, Heiji…" and snuggled closer to him. His face flushed, but he did not push her away. Instead, he took his jacket and gently covered her. She smiled contentedly in her sleep, and he smiled, too, a gentle smile that only she received.

An elementary school girl sat in front of a computer and typed several equations rapidly. When the results were printed, she frowned and sighed in frustration. She looked over her notes and tried another set of numbers. But no matter how many times she tried, she was never satisfied.

An elderly man, possibly her grandfather, came with a glass of water. They exchanged a few words, and she reluctantly turned the computer off after saving her work. She entered her bedroom and pulled the cover over her but did not fall asleep. An image of a dark-haired, green-eyed girl appeared in her mind, and she wept silently at the image of her. She cried herself to sleep, all the while murmuring the name of that girl, the name of her dead sister…

And the night was still again.

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Did you guys like it? I thought it would be neat to try and write from an outsider's (well, not really outsider, since the characters' thoughts were described) point of view! I tried to put enough details in there so that you'd know who I'm talking about. If you didn't…well…we need to talk ^_^

Please R&R! Arigatou!