AN: Hey guys, I don't really like how I wrote the first chapter, it kind of seemed different than I usually write... and it didn't really make me glad with it... so, this time, I will write better, and try to keep from writing quickly as I was last time. I am sorry!!!! I am glad that I got reviews, however!! Here are the replies!!

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Rain Rain Go Away

Gray clouds formed over my head, and I heard the roaring of the thunder. I gave a tired sigh, but with a smile on my face, as I strolled down the sidewalk back home, err... to Rachel's home. Inside of my pocket was the potion drink Dr. Agasa made for me. I couldn't wait to use it! I would be in my own body again! And maybe this time, before anything else can happen, I can finally tell Rachel how I feel. And maybe then she won't kill me for being late for so long.

The worst part of it was, I knew she loved me in return, because she told me. Okay, so she told Conan, but she didn't know that I was Conan. And I couldn't exactly tell her I was, then she'd really kill me for not telling her before.

I let out another tired sigh and caught a glimpse of myself in some glass of a store I was walking past. I was three feet tall and six years old. On my back was a backpack with some of my clothes I got out of my house after leaving from Dr. Agasa's place. I picked out my usual blue suit, but left the bow tie at home. I didn't want to look too much like Conan, even though he looked more like me.

I glanced at my watch; it was almost seven. I glanced around for a phone, thinking that would be a lot easier, and found one at the corner of the street. I dialed the number and waited for her to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Rachel, it's me," I said in my Conan voice. "I'm going to stay the night at a friends house."

"Oh, uh, okay Conan." She said, but she sounded upset. "Make sure you behave yourself. Call me in the morning."

Not in the morning, I'll still be the real me. "How about I call you on my way home?"

"That works too."

"Okay, bye Rachel!"

"Bye."

I hung up and smiled. Now all I had to do was drink this...

The phone rang, and I jumped. I wasn't expecting it to ring. "Uh... hello?"

"Conan, it's Rachel. I used caller ID."

I let out a sigh of relief. "Hey Rachel, is everything okay?"

"No, not really. Listen, Conan, I might not be at home for the next few days."

Oh no! "Uh... why not?"

"I just got a call from some stranger," she sounded as if she was crying. "He said Jimmy was murdered."

WHAT? I'm not dead! "What do you mean? I'm not... I mean, he can't be dead!"

"I know it sounds silly, but what if it's true? Listen, it's best you're at your friend's house tonight. I'm going to walk around town, maybe go to Serena's. So if you need me, go see her. She'll get the message to me, okay?"

"Okay Rachel."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye." She hung up, and I stood there, confused. Who would call and say I'm dead? I'm not dead! I glanced at my watch, I still had enough time to drink the potion and find her. I could go to Serena's and surprise her there. Yeah, that'll work. I hung up the phone and ran to the nearest alleyway to drink the potion and change.

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"Oh... my... gosh!!" Serena screamed at the first sight of me, the real me. I stood in her doorway, back to being six foot, and sixteen years old. I smiled as she screamed, and she opened the door to let me in.

"Hey Serena," I said, walking inside and then turning around to face her. "It's been a long time."

"How come you never call Rachel?" She snapped at me, slapping me in the face.

I laughed, but touched my red cheek. "I'm sorry! That's why I'm here! I heard she wasn't at home so I came here to find her!"

She gave me the coldest stare I have ever seen, and she crossed her arms across her chest. "What do you want to talk to her about?"

"I just need to talk to her, that's all. Is that too much to ask?"

"Jimmy Kudo, you jerk! Rachel has been crying about you since you left two years ago! And now you just show up at my house thinking you can change all that? Then you got another thing coming!"

The door was slammed shut before the words were even out of her mouth. We both turned our heads to see who it was, and I felt my heart sink. It was Rachel. She was standing in the hallway, drenched from head to toe, her eyes cast upon me.

"Jimmy...?" She breathed my name as if she was afraid I would vanish by the sound of it. "Is it really you?"

I walked up towards her, walking slowly, thinking that this was a dream, and that I was still Conan Edogawa and I would wake up in Rachel's house. I reached out my hand to touch her cheek, and it was indeed real. My heart soared, and before I knew it, my arms were around her in a tight embrace.

"Oh brother," Serena said, rolling her eyes and turning around.

Rachel stood still in my arms, but I didn't care. I could finally hold her for all those times over the past two years that I wished I could have. And here I am, my normal self, holding her. I finally pulled myself away from her, and gazed at her glazed eyes. She was crying, and I think I was, too.

SLAP!

I fell backwards, holding onto my face with both of my hands. Rachel's eyes now had the fire back in them, and her hand left a mark on my face.

"Do you girls have to slap me every time I show up?" I asked, steadying myself back onto my feet again.

"Jimmy, why didn't you call?" Rachel asked, her eyes casting down to stare at her feet.

I turned to look at Serena, who was also waiting for an answer. I didn't want to do this in front of her, because then it would be all over school, and I didn't even go there anymore since my accident! I walked up, grabbed Rachel's hand, seeing her blush, and I blushed myself, and I pulled her outside. "Let's go for a walk."

It was pouring, but neither of us cared. It didn't feel like it was raining, because there was something else bothering us. I wanted to say something to her, but now that I had a chance, I didn't know how to let the words come out.

"It's been two years, Jimmy." She finally said, her eyes cast on the ground as she walked.

I turned my head to glance at her, then I looked up at the sky, letting the raindrops fall on my face. "I know. You can't even imagine how sorry I am for not calling more often. I feel horrible."

"You should!"

I smiled, "it's not easy for me to say this, but, I really did want to call. I just wish I had a chance."

"Don't lie, Jimmy! You had plenty of chances! You always finish your cases quickly, so you always had a chance to call! Don't say you never did, because I know you did!"

I shook my head, "I had many cases, that's true. But I never had a chance to call because..." I let the sentence hang in the air. I didn't want to tell her, I was afraid she would be killed like I almost was. I didn't want to tell her I was really Conan.

"Because what, Jimmy?"

I sighed, "even after my cases, I could never get away to call you. I was afraid to call you, because my case is so big, it might endanger you."

She sighed and turned her head to look away from me. For the longest time, it was quiet. I regretted the silence, and I felt horrible. Finally, my face all red, I grabbed her hand and held it firmly. My eyes were gazing in front of me, but from the corner of my eye I saw her glance down at our hands. After a few, breathless, moments, she held my hand back in return. I felt a bit relieved, but my day was not over yet.

I glanced at a small café, and I pulled her hand. I led her through and around people and she just followed him. They entered the café, dripping wet from the rain, and the eyes of the other people in the café were on them. I laughed, and finally let go of her hand, and the waitress led us to a table, holding some towels for us to dry off with.

"Thank you very much," I said, taking the towel and rubbing it through my hair. Rachel nodded her thanks and just looked at the towel. I stopped smiling and leaned on the table between us. "Rach, are you going to talk to me again?"

She looked up at me, "it's just so hard to believe that you are here..."

"Why is that?"

"YOU'RE DEAD!" She screamed, tears streaming down her face.

Eyes were staring at us, and I grabbed Rachel's hand from across the table. "I'm not dead, Rach. Feel my hand? I'm very real! Why would you think I'm dead?"

"I got a call..." she said, rubbing her fingers on my hand. "The person said you were found dead... someone murdered you..."

"But I'm not dead, Rach! I'm right here with you! And I won't leave again!"

She looked at me, and smiled for the first time since she saw me. "I know. I never thought you were dead. It's just... you haven't called in so long, I thought it was true. It had to be since you haven't said a word."

"Rach, I'm so sorry I haven't called you in so long. I've been really busy."

"I know, Jimmy. I know."

I smiled, and she smiled in return. "Now, there was something you wanted to tell me?" She asked, sitting up straight. "I over heard you and Serena when I came in."

I took a deep breath. This was it. I either tell her now, or have her kill me. Either way, I was going to die. I took another deep breath, and began to think of the words to tell her.