Chapter 3: Planning and executing part 2

I'm baaaack, so I've been gone so long. I've missed you all and I hope you missed me too. =). And I can honestly say that this the most I've written so far. I'm quite proud of it really. One of the reasons that it took me so long to post this chapter is that I got curious and frustrated that I didn't know what year this took place. Now I know it's supposed to be a floating timeline, but after many hours of research, double checking and plain stubbornness I believe that the main timeline begins in 2001 or in the late 2000. If you want evidence and how I came to this, please PM me and I'll gladly share my knowledge.

Anyway, I don't own Detective Conan (no matter how much I do). On with the story!

Have you ever been to a festival? With bright colours all around, loud noises reaching deafening levels and bodies packed together with smells coming from all directions? Yeah, it's a lot like that, and I found it slightly strange that I didn't just walk into the festival but a crime waiting to happen. Being here as a dog made things even worse, with you know the heightened sense of hearing and smell, oh gods the smells, just thinking about it gives me a headache. It was overpowering my own ability to even think a single thought and I had almost collapsed before I somehow managed to drag myself into a strangely clean alleyway. It wasn't that I didn't expect some heightened senses because I know dogs have better senses than humans, but I never imagined it was to this extent.

I guess that before in the park I was still in shock and then I pumped adrenaline into my bloodstream from panicking then chasing after that fangirl. But now that I had time to come down from my high everything else also came crashing down on me.

It still didn't help that the smells are overwhelming, that I could smell things that remember smelling before but there are also other smells that I had no idea where to start describing them. Eventually, I had to go back into the dense crowd, there was no way I was going to miss this performance, especially since I would be too busy getting things ready tomorrow to even watch it.

Taking a deep breath, I prepared myself for the assault of smells. Stepping out into the opening, multiple scents from all directions came down and hit me in the face like a slap. Even though it still made my head ring, it wasn't to the extent as earlier. It'll probably continue to be sensitive for a while, in till I adjust. And won't that just be fun for me?

Deciding that now was a good time to take a breath, (And when had I stopped breathing?) I inhaled deeply, and multiple scents rushed up my nostrils and into my brain. Giving me multiple bits of information about the people and items surrounding me. I could tell that the boy and girl about 10 meters from my left are closely related, something like cousins? Also, the group of girls in front of me are sending out very strong hormones, I'm guessing lust by the way they were blushing bright red while discussing on what Kaitou kid could look like and other things that I did not want to know nor was it suitable for a public area. There's a time and place people! But I guess that's scarily obsessed fangirls for you.

The scents on a whole however carried excitement, apprehension and nervousness, although the latter came from the task force. Probably silently dreading any pranks that might happen.

I've also noticed that some of my senses are weird, like how the fact a lot of them have turned dog like (Not surprising considering my current body), while a select few have stayed human. My sight for stayed human and I guess I can say my brain? I mean, I don't have any impulses to do things a dog would do. I feel no need to chase things, smell everything in sight nor do I have the urge to be petted by strangers. In fact, I'm quite grateful for this fact. It helps remind me that I wasn't always a dog and I was once human.

I boredly watched the crowds and before I knew it, it was time. The crowds around me increased their volume, looking up I could see a spec of white before it vanished onto a rooftop.

Mentally I started to count down, 5…4…3…2…1…POOF. Kid appeared from the smoke bomb he threw. Something became lodged in my throat, it wasn't till now that this was real, that somewhere inside me was a small flicker of hope, that this isn't real, that all of this was just a dream. It seems that this is one dream that I won't wake up from.

I sat there in silence, my eyes glued to the white figure that was slowly making their way through the sky and towards the statue. In the corner of my eye I saw movement on top of the rooftop. Focusing my gaze onto them I realized that it was a small boy, but not just any small boy it was Edogawa Conan also known as Kudo Shinichi.

I think my brain just fried. I knew I was going to see them, but to see them in person was different than I thought. Just looking at them, people I only know through the computer screen and to suddenly see them in the flesh was to much for my brain to take, and it took most of my willpower not to faint. They looked like they did in the anime but fleshier? More real? I didn't know the exact words but there were subtle differences that just couldn't place.

I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't talk. I had to get out of here, I had to get away. This couldn't be real, I don't want this to be real. I just want to go home, I want to be around my family, want to be hugged and be told that I'm being silly.

But I wasn't home, I had no family, no friends here and it hits me that I'm alone. Alone in a country I've never been to, alone in a world that I shouldn't be in. It took me a couple of seconds to realize that I'm running, and a couple more to realize that there are tears streaming from my eye.

During all this I somehow managed to arrive by that bend, where the motorcycle would explode. I carried on running, into the trees and bushes nearby before I arrived at a cave. I stopped running and entered the hole in the stones. I stopped walking and curled my body, burying my face into my stomach and cried. I cried till no more tears fell and I drifted into an unease sleep. Flashes of people's faces I know but will never see for a long time haunted my dreams.

And then nothing. Only darkness and a heart aching pain.