Something's Wrong

A/N: Welcome, Welcome, Welcome back to the second rewritten chapter of Something Was Wrong! If you were a reader the first time around, you may have noticed that the title of the story changed! It was originally called Something's Wrong (y'know, with the fancy apostrophe in the title), but then I decided to change it to the full text. Little fun fact: I actually don't like the way Something Is Wrong rolls off the tongue, but it makes sense for our main antagonist of the story.

Anyway, I really hope you guys enjoy this rewritten chapter! It's nearing the end of summer, so I figured I'd squeeze some more rewrites in before school is in session once more. Sorry that the chapters are so short. I'm trying to stay true to the original plot, and the chapters I wrote then didn't have much meat to them.

I present to you chapter two! Enjoy!

"Speech"

'Thought'

"English"

Conan had awoken the next day from the noises of the city sounds. Birds chirped outside, and people carrying out their daily routine walked below the windows of the Mouri residence.

At first, he was a bit dazed, but sobered up pretty quickly once he recognized the chilliness of the thing he laid on. It was only then that he found that he was halfway on the floor, laying in a mass of tangled covers and awkwardly bent limbs. Sitting up, he stretched his aching joints.

In addition to practically sleeping on the floor, Conan quickly noticed how vacant the room was once there was the absence of Kogoro's snoring. 'Strange,' He thought. 'I'm always up before him. Did a case come in?'

That had been the most logical deduction in Conan's head.

At least, it had made sense until he noticed the time.

"Eh? 11:15?" He picked up the clock as if it was telling him a lie. He'd never slept in so late in the past. Even when he was a child (the first time around), he still had been an early bird. This was a whole new experience, and he could hardly believe it.

"Jeez, I must've been more tired than I realized..." He swung open the bedroom door, rubbing at his eyes. He found it miraculous that he was still tired, even after sleeping in so late.

'This can't be good for my health.'

Just like the bedroom, the rest of the house was empty and void of life. All signs pointed to the other household members to be downstairs in the Office. Conan threw on the first pair of clothes he saw, noting his sudden hunger for Ran's cooking.

As he lightly jogged down the stairs of the Mouri Detective Agency, he caught sight of a woman standing near the door. She appeared to be contemplating on whether or not she should enter.

Originally, Conan was going to run up to her, hype up the kiddie act and show her inside, but changed his mind once he got hit with the unsettling vibe she gave off.

'Well, she's standing right in front of the door, so it's not like I have any choice now.' He thought, stopping at the last step. He opened his mouth to speak, and suddenly found himself frozen with fear.

Slowly the woman turned, eyes glinting with a twinkle of insanity. "Something is wrong, isn't it?"

Conan's hands unconsciously slipped up towards the scar on his throat, completely forgetting that he was supposed to be Edogawa Conan. His mouth similarly started to run on autopilot. "W-what...what are you doing here?"

She took a step forward, and likewise, he took one back. "You seem to have a bad memory, dear." She giggled, crossing her hands behind her back. He felt the breath on his neck once she leaned in close to his ear.

"But, don't worry. We can fix that."

He carefully followed her movements. "But how do you know it's me?"

"My, what fun would it be if an arrow lost its target?" The tip of her tongue poked out from between her lips.

"No! Why are you here? What do you want from me?" This was once of the few instances in Conan's life where he had been absolutely terrified, and it made him frustrated. Everything he did was he was trying to hide. He had always done well with hiding his emotions, and it bugged him that he couldn't do it when it really counted. He was unable to even think coherently. The words he spoke lost meaning. Anything he said was automatic, not deliberate.

She stood up, gesturing to the inside of the office. "I think it would be nice if you introduced me to those you're familiar with, yes?" Another small giggle left her mouth. "After all, I have to finish what I've started. I made a promise, did I not?"

"You're not working with them, are you?" Lord help him if she was. This was the most poor Conan could take today. If she answered yes, he might as well consider himself dead.

"Goodness, no. I'm not working with that dreadful organization that's so intent on ruining your life. I'm doing this out of my own free will. It's just more fun with others involved."

"Leave them out of this, then. Just take me and leave them be. They did nothing." He had managed to somewhat gain control of his body again, but that didn't stop him from trembling in fear. She was back. She was back for not only him, but the ones he loved, as well. He would never forgive himself if something were to happen to Ran because of him.

'Oh God,' His eyes widened. 'Ran...' Now he absolutely had to keep her away from this deranged woman.

"But then it won't be a game. I want you to know that your life will become a nightmare for both you and the ones you love." Conan snapped his head back up towards her, almost forgetting that she was here. She flashed him a small smirk before turning back toward's the agency's door.

Her lips parted again.

"You're going to have a lovely time, dear."

Something about her tone made his stomach turn.