A/N: Anddd…Another cliffhanger. Sorry about that, but it just seems right to end it there. Gin and Vodka are way OOC. Sorry about that. It was hard to convey them and stuff. This is another short chapter, but I'm proud that I got an update out so fast! 8D I feel accomplished now.

Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan or Magic Kaito in any way or form.

Chapter Three:

My breath hitched as Vodka pulled out his gun quickly, not looking so much like the dim-witted person he normally looked like in the anime. He was suddenly more intimidating, considering he was the one swinging around a dangerous weapon that he had practice with. My legs wouldn't move as I slowly looked down at the person lying on the ground several feet away from me. The blood oozed out of the bullet hole in his right temple, the gun in his hand making a perfect suicide scene. I tried not to let my mind run with my knowledge of how the organization could kill me off and no one would figure it out – well, maybe Shinichi, but it was a ways from that him catching them, I think.

"Wait," Gin's voice was harsh in the silence that had been ringing in my ears. I flinched. "Let's just kill her with the poison so we don't have to clean up." Oh shoot, they didn't mean the poison I think they do, do they? My heart rate picked up from its shock-slowed pace and the adrenaline made me come out of my stupor of fear. I had to get out of here! I slowly stepped backwards and stopped when a bullet found its way to the concrete by my leg. I broke into a cold sweat as Gin neared me, Vodka pointing his gun at me – daring me to move from my spot.

Gin took out a silver case and popped the lid open, revealing the red and white pills that looked scarily familiar – it was the darn Apotoxin 4869. I was going to die! Why, oh why, didn't I just ask the police to escort me to the airport? – It would have kept me away from this situation I was currently in. Gin's hand closed around my throat and he forced the pill down my throat like he did with Shinichi, except this time it would do its job and kill me. The poison only didn't kill some very few, very lucky people. The only people I know of so far are Shiho and Shinichi – goodness gracious; I'm going to die here!

I was thrown to the floor – the side of my head smashing hardly on the brick wall before I slid to the floor – and felt the cold concrete beneath my cheek. My body was started to heat up uncomfortably as the shadowy figures disappeared around the corner of the alleyway and I pressed my face harder against the only source of comfort. It was suddenly hard to breath – my throat constricted and my chest tightening painfully. My blood pounded loudly in my ears. I looked downwards to where red liquid was becoming a puddle beneath my head. The fall had given me a head injury. Great…

Oh well, it's not like I was going to live through this, anyways. My hands clenched as the heat intensified, my body felt like it was liquidizing from the inside out; melting and boiling. My eyes fluttered shut and I tried to focus my attention on the coldness beneath me. Deep breathes, I reminded myself, but then chuckled as I realized I sounded like I was convincing myself to breathe probably while giving birth. Babies; that was a good distraction from the pain. They were cute, soft, and you just want to smother them with kisses and hugs. My thoughts were drawn to the thought of my two cousins.

Ana, the older of the two toddlers, and Alicia, the younger one; they were both adorable, but little monsters. They were bratty to an extent, but I loved them all the same. A pained smile adorned my lips as I imagined them bearing with the news of my disappearance, and soon my death when they finally stop searching. They were too young to understand it now, but they would eventually – Isabella, my cousin who was only a year younger than me would also be told the news. Then again, if I disappeared, would anyone other than my mom and sister care? Would those two even care? Okay, so babies weren't a good distraction; it was making me depressed. I didn't want to think about not being there for them when they grow up; I had grown up practically on my own despite my sister and mom and didn't want them to go through the same thing – too bad that wasn't my choice anymore. Ah, screw this. I'm no good at being optimistic.

I bit my lip harshly as I got the sudden urge to scream in pain and frustration. Of course I had to end up in the world with the evil organization walking around everywhere. What were Gin and Vodka doing in Osaka anyways? Planning some poor person's demise obviously, my brain sneered at me as I cracked my eyes open to look at the corpse beside me. They shut again as the pain grew and grew, it was no use to try to keep my breathing under control as it quickened in time with my heart rate.

It was all too much to take and my brain gave me one last command, and I obeyed, no longer in control of what was going to happen. I became limp, thinking shortly that I should have at least written a dying message with the blood from my head. Too late now, I guess… A pathetic whimpered escaped my mouth before everything disappeared.

ooOOoo

I groaned as the world around me came back from the haziness of unconsciousness. Darn, I had passed out – how annoying. I paused. Wait, I wasn't dead yet? I blinked my eyes and closed them again with a sigh…Please don't tell me…

My theory was confirmed as when I sat up – slowly; my head still hurt from the blow into the wall – and my clothes bagged around my small figure. Shoot, stupid poison. A wry smile graced my lips. At least I wasn't dead; being small was a lot better than being a corpse in a coffin under 'unknown'. No one knew me here, after all. My prints probably weren't in the police database and I had no form of ID. Yup, it would be a cold case if I had died; no one would have guessed that I'm not from here – the dimension, not the city.

My tiny hand made its way to the injury on my forehead and I flinched at my own touch. My attention traveled down to the blood puddle and I rolled my eyes; why did head injuries have to bleed so much? If I hadn't already known that, I would probably be freaking out about dying from blood loss or something equally ridiculous; well, I could die from blood loss but it's unlikely. I pulled up my bag and opened it, digging for something to wrap the wound. There wasn't anything inside of it that would work and I grimaced; I really need to start packing smartly. I looked down at my scarf and begrudgingly wrapped it around my head tightly, efficiently cutting off the blood flowing out of it like a faucet.

The sun was already up high in the sky and I wondered what time it was before forcing myself to get up. My body ached with the movements and I chuckled breathlessly. And to think Shinichi transforms over and over again like this; he must have a high pain rate, I certainly would not want to change only to see my girlfriend – well, it would be boyfriend for me, you know, if I had one. The only time I would willingly turn back is if it was for something very important, and the final time. He must really love Ran; he was such a sweetheart to her, she's lucky to have someone so dedicated. I blinked out of my thoughts when footsteps sounded through the alley I was in.

My body tensed as I waited for the person to appear in my view. Judging by the sound, it was only one person…Sneakers? I snuggled up into the pile of my clothes and lay down; maybe they would think I was dead and then leave. Wait a minute! The corpse of the man still was there and then they would believe me to be his child. Just what I needed, misunderstandings. As I waited and contemplated on running – immediately backfiring that, I didn't feel like moving just yet – the person got closer and closer. I heard someone curse in a southern accent before a teenager ran up to the man, not even bothering to check his pulse; it was obvious he was dead. The teen must have noticed my stare because he turned around to face me; my eyes met a familiar face. My mind instantly rewarded me with the name of the person in front of me and I almost hid back in my clothes.

I certainly hadn't expected Hattori Heiji to find this particular crime scene.

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-Edit: Not much to fix on this chapter, either… I'm starting to think all the major glitches are in the later chapters. XDD