Fade to Darkness

Title: Fade to Darkness
Rating: M
Fandom: Detective Conan
Summary: Reincarnation only existed in fanfiction, yet Michael Leo Field was reborn as Akai Senichi, the younger twin brother of Akai Shuichi. However, his new life takes a dark turn; at the age of ten he is kidnapped and at twelve, he is forced to join the organization. [OC Insert as Akai Sibling] [Family/Angst/Drama/Crime]

Arc I
Chapter VII
Verity
Warnings: None

Tsutomu and Senichi waited a week after Kohji's thirteenth birthday to tell him The Truth. They didn't want to spoil the happy mood of him becoming a teenager, hence why they waited. But they knew that they couldn't put it off forever. Eventually, they called Kohji to Tsutomu's office. The young teen entered with a confused expression. "Is something wrong?"

"Kohji, what we will be discussing here has to stay in between the three of us, okay?" Tsutomu asked.

"What's wrong?" Kohji frowned at the seriousness in his uncle's tone. "Am I in trouble?"

"Kohji," Senichi spoke up. "Do you believe in reincarnation?"

"Honestly, I don't really believe in that," Kohji shrugged. "There isn't really much scientific evidence of reincarnation. But why are you suddenly asking that?"

"Kohji," Senichi hesitated. "I'm a reincarnate,"

"Okay…" Kohji seemed reluctant to believe him. "Of whom exactly?"

"Do you believe in dimensional traveling?" Senichi avoided the question for now.

"No," Kohji flatly denied. "If dimensional traveling was real, then we would be stealing resources from other dimensions and thus invoking an intergalactic war. Humans are greedy creatures after all,"

"That is very philosophical," Tsutomu commented.

Senichi opened his mouth but then closed it. "I…" Tsutomu put a comforting hand on his shoulder, giving him a bit more confidence. "In my past life, I was named Michael Leo Field. I was born in a dimension where…where the world you and Dad live in is fictional,"

"Senichi, are you on drugs?" Kohji gave him a concerned look. "Because the world we live in is reality," He turned to Tsutomu with an angry expression. "Did you give your own son drugs!?"

"No!" Tsutomu was horrified at what his own nephew was accusing him of doing.

"I'm not on drugs," Senichi assured him. "It's the truth. I know you find it hard to believe, but it's true. This world we are currently in is actually a fictional world, a manga and anime series called Detective Conan. The Akai Family are not main characters, though Akai—I'm referring to Shuichi—is a major ally to the story's protagonist,"

Kohji stared directly into Senichi's eyes, studying them for a moment. He could see the desperation in his cousin's eyes. "Let's say that you are a reincarnate and our world is just fictional. Why are you telling me this?"

"Because you die when Shuu is fifteen years old," Senichi revealed. "You are murdered by a criminal organization during a chess tournament in the US due to Amanda Hughes, a fan of yours with FBI and CIA connections. Dad goes to investigate your death but then disappears and orders the family to flee to Japan,"

"Then why are you telling only me this?" Kohji asked. "We need to tell my parents and the rest of the family—"

"No!" Senichi snapped. "No, we can't! We need to fake your death! Your death is what motivates Akai to become an FBI Agent! He's the Silver Bullet and is a valuable ally! He helped foil the organization's plans!"

"Is that all we are to you?" Kohji glared at him. "Are we just tools? Just fictional characters in your eyes? We are human beings with emotions!"

"No!" Senichi cried out. "No, you're not just tools! I love you guys, okay? You're my family. I may have thought of you guys as mere characters in the beginning but now that I have spent time with you guys…I don't want to lose anyone! Please…Kohji, if we change the events too much, I won't be able to foresee the future. I don't want to alter the timeline,"

Kohji sighed. "Tsutomu-ojisan, what do you think?"

"I am putting faith in my son," Tsutomu told him.

"Then," Kohji put a hand to his cousin's head and ruffled his hair. "I'll put my faith in you too,"

"Thank you for trusting me, Kohji," Senichi smiled.

"But I am curious about your past life," Kohji said. "Who exactly was Michael Leo Field?"

"Michael Leo Field was a Filipino weebtaku that lived in Hawaii," Senichi informed. "I had no friends, at least as far back as I can remember. I don't have any memories before high school. My entire life outside of school was on the internet. Anime and manga were my life,"

"Since you were so interested in anime and manga even in this life, I was curious about this thing called fanfiction," Kohji recalled. "Did you write fanfiction about this world?"

Senichi immediately blushed. "I…I was working on my first fanfiction and had planned to post it when I got home but…well, I died. I really wanted other people to read it and hear their thoughts,"

"Then why not tell it to us?" Tsutomu suggested. "We'd love to hear about it,"

"A-Are you sure?" Senichi looked away. "It's my first story so it's probably terrible,"

"You gotta start somewhere," Tsutomu smiled.

Akai Tsutomu stood in front of the address he had hastily written down after tracking his wife's phone number. After seventeen years…the organization had finally fallen. Kohji's death had been avenged. All of the high ranking operatives had either been captured, killed in combat, or committed suicide. He lifted a hand to ring the doorbell, but hesitated.

He had been hiding all this time. He had been away—practically abandoned—his family. He had never even met his daughter before. What would his family think? He couldn't possibly just suddenly waltz back into their lives. Did they even believe he was still alive? He desperately wanted them to have still kept hope, but then again, it has been seventeen years. That was quite a long time. They had moved on. They had developed many happy memories without him. He was not needed.

"T-That's so sad!" Tsutomu cried. "S-Seventeen years really is a long time!"

"I…I tired to come up with the feelings you had while being forced to stay away from your family for their safety," Senichi scratched the back of his neck nervously. "I'm not done yet. There's still a bit more,"

As Tsutomu turned around to leave, he was met with the barrel of a gun pointed at hi forehead, wielded by none other than Akai Shuichi. "Who are you?"

Tsutomu's voice was caught in his throat. This boy—this man—was his son. There were so many things that he wanted to say, yet none of them escaped his mouth.

"Who are you?" Akai repeated, his tone cold and emotionless.

"Sh…" Tsutomu's voice was soft and he wasn't even sure Akai could hear him. "Shuu-chan…"

Apparently the Silver Bullet did hear him. His eyes were as wide as saucers and stared directly at the man in front of him. "Who…who are you?" His voice was full of desperation, full of hope. He didn't want to be disappointed, but he had to risk it. He needed to confirm the identity of this man. His left hand trembled, his aim unsteady.

"You've grown so much," Tsutomu managed to say, this time slightly louder. "I…I'm sorry. You were only fifteen years old. Kichi-chan was only eleven. Mary was pregnant when I left. I left you guys so suddenly…I'm so sorry…"

Akai lowered his gun and tucked it back into his holster. However, his next action caught Tsutomu off guard. Akai punched Tsutomu square in the face.

"I like this Shuu-chan," Kohji commented.

"How could punch me in the face?" Tsutomu sobbed. "Shuu-chan…"

"Relax, this is only a fanfiction," Senichi reminded. "We don't know how he'll actually react when you guys actually reunite after the organization's fall,"

"I guess I deserved that," Tsutomu sputtered.

"Seventeen years!" Akai screamed. "It's been seventeen years! Everyone thought that you were dead! But I…I still believed that you were alive. There was no corpse but, despite the fact that the corpse could have been gotten rid of, I still believed that you were alive!"

"I'm sorry," Tsutomu said. "I know my words won't restore the time that I've been gone, but I don't know what else to do but apologize,"

"Sorry won't restore the time we've been apart!" Tears were falling down his face. "So if you're truly sorry…you better do your best to make up for the lost time," He wiped his tears away. "I've been waiting seventeen years to say this to you again…" A smile made its way to his lips. "Welcome home, Dad,"

"Oh no! I made Shuu-chan cry!" Tsutomu himself was also crying. "I'm so cruel!"

"That was rather short but you conveyed the emotions in it," Kohji commented, shoving a pack of tissues in Tsutomu's direction. "What are your plans for the future?"

"Well, I know that Shuu's gonna be an FBI Agent, Kichi's gonna be the Taiko Meijin, and Masumi's gonna be a detective," Senichi hummed. "I…I guess I'll join the Japanese Public Security Bureau? I don't want to just sit around. If I'm in the PSB, then I can be more useful," 'And since I'm a bit older than Scotch, if I work hard enough I can be at the same rank as him or possibly his superior at the time of the infiltration,"

"Ever thought of writing a book?" Kohji suggested.

"I'll give it some thought," Senichi smiled.

END OF ARC I

So that's the end of Arc I. Just a reminder, Arc II is when things get dark.

Digital Painting of Sable: fav DOT me SLASH ddqgoeh

Hiyori:
Oh yes, that teacher is an a**hole… I hope Alistair's brother got that teacher fired, or better yet, got him locked up! Anyway, this makes me cry, poor Senichi T T

Skai:
Yep, Lo is an asshole. Craton has some connections to the Italian mafia hence so…Edgar Lo is dead. And yes, poor Senichi. His life's going to take a dark turn at the age of ten.