A/N: A few reviews already? Wow. I was going to make an AMV about the Detective Boys, but I couldn't find a site to download clips from that would actually work...*le sigh* Oh well, here you go! And thanks to youngsimba for the name suggestion, I think I'll use it since I can't think of one. :)

Disclaimer: Gosho Aoyama owns DC, I am not him.

Angel of Darkness

Chapter 1: The Woman In Black (Ran Part)

A young woman made her way towards a very familiar mansion. This woman wore all black from head to toe, carrying a gun that was strapped to her leg. She even wore a small black hat that would cover most of her head, because around here, she only wanted one person to discover her.

Lights were on inside. Someone was living there now. A seventeen year old boy, from what she'd been told. It was suspicious since no one's lived there in her passed ten years of life. She heard people had checked the house back then for anything suspicious, but found nothing, the first time at least. The second time they searched, all of the smaller clothes this person owned, ones that would be suitable for a young child to wear, were gone.

She was told of their miracle poison. APTX-4869. It was their so called 'miracle poison', developed by one of their former members, Miyano Shiho. If something else should happen while taking the poison, which was a rare case, it shrinks the body down to the size of a child. She was surprised by that at first, and countered "Impossible! No one can shrink into the size of a kid!" However, there were two cases that prooved her statement wrong.

Haibara Ai and Edogawa Conan.

Two seven year old children that were too smart for their own good. The boy was always getting into some sort of trouble, and loved playing detective, often helping Mouri with his cases. Sometimes even the simplest thing the boy said turned into a clue that lead the police to catching the criminal. And during those times, when the 'Sleeping Kogoro' made his appearance, the boy always tended to disappear, and come back not too soon after the case was solved. Even stranger, Kogoro never remembered anything after the case. Even when he said the smartest things, and someone would ask him a question about it later, he'd be clueless.

That got her thinking. Someone else was solving those cases for Mouri. But they never took the credit. The credit for solving those cases always went to the Sleeping Kogoro, which she didn't quite get, unless there was a possibility that there was a situation in which wheover was doing this couldn't be known to be the one to solve those cases.

Pushing away her current train of thought as she stopped in front of the lit mansion, she glanced at the house next door. A friendly inventor lived there, along with a female scientist who was looking after him. The inventor claimed she was a distant relative, as was the boy living next to them. However, that would mean the girl and boy were also related, but they looked nothing alike.

With her quick physique, karate skills and slim figure, she was able to climb over the fence without disturbing the boy inside asking to get in. It worked for her greatly. But her luck ran dry there, for the door was locked. She shrugged and got out her spare key. Click. The lock opened just fine.

Now she was in.

Moving on, she searched the room. It was a nice little living room, with two couches on either side of the room and a few soft chairs. She noticed they were all a bright red. The floor was a dark black, while the walls surrounding her were an indigo blue. There was no light on in this room, but she used the light illuminating the walls from the next room to see all of this.

She also saw at least three shelves, covered in books. Mystery novels. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Rampo Edogawa, Booker Kudo, Shinichi Hoshi, Natsuo Kirino, even other writers like Agatha Christie. For this house, had all the mystery novels in the world.

There was no light shining from underneath the door to a library that held most of the books, so she continued upstairs. There used to be hundreds of pictures around of the past, but most of them were gone too. Ones that were still there showed a small boy of about seven, with big round glasses, blue eyes, and hair that was very similar to a person she once knew. He wore his usual outfit, a pair of grey shorts and a blue-buttoned shirt with a bowtie and red and white sneakers. In the picture he stood with a ... slightly overweight woman, with blue eyes, curly black hair that didn't reach her shoulders, wearing a purple shirt with white pants. His mother, or so she was told. However, in the other picture next to it, it struck something in her heart. The same boy was in the picture, but he was just two years older. He stood with famous novelist Booker Kudo, and famous actress Vivian Kudo. They were all smiling, though Vivian had bent down to hug the boy in the picture.

Shaking her head to rid herself of more memories, she reached the top of the stairs and looked around. There was a small amount of light coming from the last room at the end of the hall, to the left. Her breath caught in her throat.

His room.

Her body grew tense as she continued on her way, but she had to do this. She had to see him again. Her whole reason for joining this stupid organization was to find out the truth behind his supposed 'death'. Now that she had learned he was really alive the whole time, he...

She carefully and slowlyopened the door, flinching a bit as it squeaked, but sighed when it stopped. Peeking in, she couldn't help but smile as she saw the figure on the bed.

He was georgeous. Handsome, charming. He wore a pair of blue pajamas, and his eyes were closed, a book resting on them, but she knew what color they were, a startling blue. She could see that messy dark hair of his, too.

She liked to visit every night since she found out the truth. At least she could get this far from the organization. Just to be sure he was still safe, and alive. She could no longer be with him, there was no leaving this Organization now. She'd already become a murderer, and she didn't think he would care for her anymore if he learned that. She didn't want his memories of her to be ruined. Walking over, she looked down at him, reaching over hesitantly to take the book off his face. Closing it quietly and putting it on the shelf beside him, she studied his sleping face. There were those big round glasses, not so big anymore, slowly falling off down his nose. She took them off as well, setting them by the book.

He was in a deep sleep, so she gently ran her fingers through his hair, loving the feeling of it. He let out a little sigh of content making her freeze, but realizing she was still asleep she sighed softly.

She leaned in closer, so that their noses were almost touching but refrained from doing so. He might wake up. She couldn't stop the tear that had fallen from her eyes, though. It landed on his cheek.

"S-Shinichi..."

She leaned down more, pressing such a gentle kiss to his forehead it was like she never even did it. She then quickly got up and turned to leave, but gasped when she felt a hand take hold of her wrist.

"Ran?"

TBC

A/N: I know, I left you at an evil part. Next part stars as Shinichi, what he was doing before Ran came and an explanation from him.