A/N: This one is sort of short...Sorry about that. I got the information about Hirakata-shi on Wikipedia. And it's true; I am an information junkie! XD I look up pointless things like pyromaniacs, chlorobenzene, accelerants, and all that kinda strange crap; my family thinks I'm weird… *sweatdrop*
Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan or Magic Kaito in any way or form.
Chapter Two:
I steeled myself, looking at the suddenly intimidating door several feet away from me. It was a simple police station, smaller than what I remember and only with an officer or two inside. My hand went up to ruffle my hair, getting rid of the hat-hair I had acquired from keeping my baseball cap on all night. It was currently residing in my bag slung around my shoulders and resting on my hip. Of course, when I had remembered I had a bag, I had looked through it only to realize I had brought kind of useless things with me. Why did I even bring all my USBs?
Then again, I had always had the habit of packing and bringing junk around with me since I can remember. Old habits die hard, I guess. I stood up from the crouch I had been resting in and started towards the doors with a determined stride, quietly willing myself to suck it up and just go. They didn't see my face yesterday; I grimaced lightly at the memory of suddenly being surrounded by cops. Not something I had ever dreamed of happening. Being a fugitive, though, was something I had imagine. Apparently I was, since they were currently looking for the person who had tried to rob Suzuki Modern Art Museum. I had gotten a strange sense of familiarity when I had first heard the name, but had shrugged it off.
When I reached the door, I walked in confidently, trying to channel my inner poker face. If I acted like a suspect, then they would deem me a suspect. I have to act cool and smooth. Approaching the guard at the front of the room, I plastered on a nervous grin. "Excuse me?" My voice was slightly meek. "I was just wondering if you can tell me how to get to the dirt road that swings around the back of the city." Wow, really cool and smooth.
The man gave me a confused look and then chuckled in good nature. "Very funny, young miss. Hirakata-shi isn't really known for dirt roads, you know." It was my turn to project him a confused look. Hirakata-shi? Is that where I am? There certainly weren't any cities in Kansas named that, I was positive. I was an information junkie and had researched the state before our trip.
"May I ask where I am, exactly?" There must have been a tone in my voice that made him realize that I wasn't joking around. He offered me a soothing smile and I relaxed a bit only to tense after he answered. "You're in a police box located in Hirakata-shi, Osaka, Japan." I nodded in response and exited the police box calmly, absentmindedly thanking the man.
Once outside again, I was hit full force with the new information. I was in Osaka, Japan. The questions like how the hell did I get here and what the hell am I going to do swirled around in my head. Okay, so I'm in Japan. Cool, cool. Okay, I'm in Osaka. Also cool. Okay, my family is probably millions of miles away from me, separated by the oceans and hours of plane travels. Also okay – to an extent. But now I was realizing why I had felt the familiar twinge when I had heard the name of the museum that I had appeared in. It was Suzuki Modern Art Museum – the very same museum that had appeared in the third movie of Detective Conan, The Last Wizard of the Century.
My hands clenched my bag quickly; was this like some of those fanfiction where the person is transported there? I had to check if I was correct, though. After all, it's completely illogical for me to assume I'm in the Detective Conan world merely because of the name of a building. My eyes were drawn to the people around me and I dashed towards one, asking where I could find the local library, bowing a bit and thanking them, and then running off in the direction they had pointed to. And people call the library useless. If I found what I needed to confirm my theory, when I get back, I'm going to totally kick those peoples' butts; because obviously they would be dead wrong.
I panted and looked up at the building. It looked like any other library I had gone to; the picture of normalcy. The inside of it smelled like paper and I smiled at the scent, my room had the same smell mixed in with a cinnamon scent; it was comforting and eased my frantically beating heart. It was quiet and I found myself whispering to myself to fill the void. It's not like I hated silence, in fact I loved it, but right now I didn't feel like being alone.
"First things first; the newspaper." My voice seemed loud despite it being decently quiet. "If I see the name of a dead person, a name that I recognize, then I'm in the Detective Conan world."
I shuffled towards the newspaper section, thanking the heavens that I could somehow read the kanji. It was filled to the top with the black and white pages and my eyebrows creased in worry. Great, where the heck do I start? The looming bookshelf suddenly looked terribly big and terribly full. This was going to take forever. My arm reached up and I grasped the edge of the first newspaper.
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Nothing. I had found nothing so far. Maybe, I was just looking in the wrong places, but so far, my first theory seems pretty farfetched. I leaned back and rested against the back of the chair; I had decided to bring papers to a desk and check them one by one then go get more, it was easier that way. My eyes were drawn to my finger, small bits of blood coming out of the slit on the side. Stupid paper cut; so small yet so painful. It's almost ironic, really.
I stuck my finger in my mouth and smiled faintly. Looks like I was getting nowhere with all the research. My chair squeaked, piercing and too loud for my sensitive ears, as I got up and put away the numerous papers I had gotten out. At least I know I'm not in the Detective Conan world, and can find a normal way back to Kansas. Hmm…Maybe I can sneak into a flight or something… It was an option, that's for sure.
I made my way out of the library – not noticing a shift in the air as I exited; the library behind me changing slightly – ignoring the adrenaline that was leaking into my being at the thought of sneaking into somewhere again. The last time I had snuck into somewhere public – not including the museum last night because that was not my doing – was when my mom had forgotten her purse in a mall restaurant, a Subway to be exact. She had remembered right before the store was closing and I had hid in the bathroom while they had been ushered out by the security guard. It was nerve wracking and it had been dark and thrilling. The perfect practice for becoming a criminal – stealth practice and all, and if I was caught, well, it's not like I had stolen anything, right? That time had been the only time that I had done anything like that. Okay, that was a lie, but the other times had only been breaking into the school building. Nothing big.
The sun blinded me for a moment as I stepped out and I squinted. I reached into my bag and pulled out my sunglasses, perching them on my nose and pushing them up so that they would stay. The noise around me was a silent drone as I walked around the city, Hirakata-shi. My mind was flooded with information about the certain city; it was a special city on the border of Nara and Kyoto, it had a population density of 6,327.24 persons per km². Quite the large place, if you ask me. The current mayor is Nakatsuka Hiroshi…I think; I didn't pay much attention to the mayor parts.
The day went by quite fast with me just wandering around like a lost puppy. It wasn't until around eight when I was heading back to the park I had stayed in last night, that I stumbled upon them; my evidence. Living and breathing with their dark suits and trench coats, sunglasses perched on the bulkier man's face – strange since I ditched my sunglasses earlier, it's way too dark to see anything with them on at night; guess he could see just fine – and the other taller with long, silver hair swishing behind him as he turned to regard me with chilling eyes. My heart leaped in fear.
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To: Kudo Shinichi Tanteisan - *Blush* Thank you! I really like these types of stories too, and i couldn't resist writing my own! XD
-Edit: Not much to fix on this one either, but I added a foreshadowing line. XD