And here's chapter 3. Please enjoy and excuse my choppy writing, bad grammar and maybe awkward sentences. I would try harder and improve. Anyway I would be taking the development slow to build up on the characters :D I hope you enjoy this.

This segment contains original parts and some scenes from episode 129. Thanks for the reviews and I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 3

Ferreus

America, Miyano Shiho, age 13:

The sky was filled with dark gloomy clouds that gathered into an ominous clump. Shiho sighed just as the rains came. It pelted down hard onto the school's sandy courtyard making it wet and muddy. Big puddles formed and the wet ground shimmered as it reflected light off the street lamps.

A few of her classmates passed by and giggled as they stole glances at her. She ignored them, used to the stares she was getting. Being a half made it harder to integrate into the classroom, but Shiho was fond of it, it allowed her to be alone and that made it easier on her. Who knew what her guardian Whiskey would have done if she ever made friends in school? Her lips curled up into a cynical smile and she glanced at the sky.

The menacing looking clouds still crowded the once blue sky and the rain continued. It doesn't look like she could go back any time soon. She was about to head back into the school when a red umbrella came into her vision. She paused, amused by the sudden change of events and she looked up. It was that boy again, the boy that sat beside her during class.

She frowned and realized the commotion happening around them. People were stopping to look at them and Shiho could not help but feel irritated.

"I can lend you my umbrella," the boy named John Brown said. He had red spiky hair, tanned freckled skin and green opal coloured eyes. Shiho had heard of him, he was quite popular in the circle of girls in her class. His kind demur coupled with his not so bad looking face made him a person in high demand. Yet this person like all humans have their downfalls, for John Brown, he was as dense as the fogs in London.

"Don't need it," Shiho said, peeling her gaze away from him.

"Oh but I brought two," John Brown said smiling. Shiho felt her eye brows twitch. She did not need this, she was not weak and she could take care of herself. There was no need for anyone to care about her.

Being alone was enough.

"I said I don't need it," she snapped and the boy grimace.

"Are you sure? It looks like the rain wouldn't stop any time soon," he said, his voice calm and matured. Shiho ignored him and stepped out into the rain without the umbrella. She pulled the hood of her sweater over her head and slipped her hands into her pockets. She felt the cold hard rain drops hitting her but she did not turn around.

Getting away from that pesky boy was of top priority. She remembered the incident during lunch and she clenched her fist.

"Remember Sherry, you cannot trust anyone."

"I know," Shiho muttered, after all the organization wasn't kind to anyone who does. To survive in a world that was filled with black and nothing else, Shiho had to be strong. It was a world she had since she was born. An empty house filled with nothing but cold beeping machines and guns was the world Shiho knew.

There was no laughter in such a world, no emotion to be spared. To beg for pity was inexcusable and the only punishment was either death or supreme pain. Orders were absolute and betrayal meant death. To survive in a world where the weak were not spared meant that you had to be strong; your life depended on it.

The cold rain seeped into her sweater and ran down her skin. An icy wind blew past and Shiho shivered slightly. The coldness of the world enveloping her and she smirked. This was how it was supposed to be.

She could not trust anybody.

"Hey!" John's voice sounded behind her and before she knew it an umbrella was shoved into her hands. It was the same red umbrella that he had offered her. There was a strange look in his eye and his cheeks were flushed slightly, Shiho was surprised.

"When somebody offers help accept it, idiot!" he snapped. Shiho regarded at the red umbrella and at him. She frowned.

"But I don't need it," she said and he rubbed his hair in an aspirated manner that amused Shiho.

"A girl shouldn't be walking back in the rain, it's inexcusable," he told her and he held out his black umbrella. "Come on, I'll walk you home."

"There is no need for that," Shiho answered, walking away and the boy followed suit, holding onto the red umbrella shielding her from the rain. This was stupid, what was this boy doing. He should know better than to follow her.

People were staring…this was not what she needed.

"Can you please leave me alone Mr Brown," Shiho demanded as soon as they reached the main gate of the school. Around her students were pointing and whispering, making Shiho feel really uncomfortable.

"Not until you take this umbrella," he said and he pushed the red umbrella towards her. Shiho clenched her fists, a strange emotion bubbling within her, an emotion she had not felt before. It was a festering hot feeling that made her want to punch something.

"Fine as you wish," she said and took the umbrella from him. He smiled and Shiho felt the need to wipe that smile off his face.

"You're really annoying you know," she told him and his face fell. Shiho smirked and begun walking on the pavements leading towards the school dormitory.

"Annoying…me?" John whispered his voice shaky and filled with uncertainty. Shiho groaned as he followed her. "Hey how am I annoying?"

"Will you stop following me?" Shiho snapped and the boy grinned.

"At last an expression from the famous Ice Queen, for a moment I thought you were without emotion," he said. Shiho tensed and realized her mistake, she turned around and cursed.

"Are you always this gloomy Shiho?" the boy asked, "Or are you just shy?"

"None of your business Mr Brown," Shiho retorted. What was with this guy? After all that she had said to him, he was still speaking to him. It was as if her cold retorts did nothing. Her grip tightening around the red umbrella he gave her.

"Hmm…then I'll assume you're shy," he grinned and Shiho glared at him which caused him to chuckle.

"There is something wrong with you," she told him, "I don't see why the girls in our class flock around you."

"Because I'm nice," he said and he pointed to the umbrella she was holding. "The behaviour of offering help is called nice by the way, I'm not being annoying."

"I call an invasion of privacy annoying," Shiho snapped. This boy…she had to get away from him. He was ruining her composure; her emotions were all over the place. She couldn't keep a straight face in front of him.

"You should learn to smile more you know," he continued and he reached out for her, grabbing her shoulder. His hands were big and warm. Shiho's eyes widened in astonishment. She turned and found the boy smiling at her. His smile was filled with warmth and his eyes were kind. It was a sort of smile she had never seen before. A smile that was forbidden in the organization…a smile that belonged nowhere in her world.

His touch scared her and she slapped his hands away unknowingly.

"Ah…you didn't like that, I'm sorry," he said and Shiho pulled back from him.

"Don't touch me," she whispered.

"I'm sorry," he said again. She could not forgive him, that touch felt hot…almost painful. It was a touch that brought in horrible memories, memories that she wish to forget.

"What's wrong Shiho? Your face…it's white."

He approached her, his hands reaching out to her again and she pushed the red umbrella she was holding back to him and walked away from him, ignoring him. The rain pelted down hard, running down her face and skin.

"Sherry, remember…you are not supposed to feel anything,"

"Shit," she whispered and she sauntered into the dormitory.

Japan, 5 years later:

The laboratory in which she worked in was dark and the only thing that illuminated the small room she was in was the computer screen. It casted a ghostly white light onto her face as she typed equations into the machine, hoping that the random formulae would amount to something.

There were several white mice running in the cage beside the computer. Some were sleeping while others were dead. They were test subjects, something she used to test out the new drug, the important project that she had inherited from her parents a year ago.

They called her the genius of the organization. Establishing herself as the lead scientist at just 17 years old, they hated her but had no choice but to follow her.

If there was anything Shiho had learnt about the organization…it was that power was the most important virtue of all. With it, Shiho was one step closer of completing the drug that her parents worked so hard to complete…at the expense of their lives.

She paused and stared at one of the mice in the cage. Subject 10 was an adult mouse just 2 hours ago but right now a strange development had taken place. The drug she had given it had made it smaller. Its cells had reverted back to its original state and it had become an infant once again. Shiho had seen this once before and from the experiments she'd conducted the probability of it happening gain was close to zero.

The drug killed and there was nothing more to it, however, Shiho did not expect this. The shrinking of adult somatic cells was new. If anything this was subject that would cause a huge stir in the academic world if it was made public. However, Shiho was sure that the organization had other plans for it.

And if they were to use it, that would mark the end of the century.

"Kudo Shinichi," she muttered and a small smirk crossed her face. That name alone piqued her interest. The famous detective that rocked Japan…an enigma…and a person who might have shrunk because of the drug.

"And Edogawa Conan," she whispered. Her thoughts wandering back to the conversation she had with her sister earlier that day.

They were seated in a comfortable homey café located just outside the laboratory that Shiho was working in. Her sister whom she had not seen in months was seated opposite her. Akemi Miyano long black hair, well balanced face and bright blue eyes was unlike Shiho's expressionless one and dirty blonde hair, in fact it was hard to tell whether the two were really sisters.

"Edogawa Conan?" she had asked. Her sister smiled and nodded. "Yeah, yeah, remember that detective boy I was telling you about. His really smart, sort of different from other children. He seems too matured for his age…like an adult who's stuck in a child's body. His really cute you know."

"Are you a lolicon Onee-chan," Shiho had muttered and her sister laughed.

Shiho frowned remembering the conversation she had overheard in the locker rooms of the laboratory one day. "It would seem that Akemi Miyano is causing a bit of a ruckus in the organization."

It was a strange yet ominous phrase that made Shiho worry however, her sister was here before her, smiling as if nothing had happened. It made Shiho even more anxious.

"Are you sure you're alright Onee-chan…I've heard a few things…it could be trouble."

Her sister took a sip from the black coffee that she had ordered and coughed.

"Onee-chan?"

"Ah sorry sorry, black coffee isn't really my thing, I preferred a parfait," she said. Her joking and light hearted attitude towards life was something Shiho could not stand but also admired.

"Don't worry about me Shiho," her sister had said and she winked pulling out a few bills from her wallet. "Just worry about yourself, when are you going to show me your cute boyfriend?"

"I don't have one," Shiho snapped and her sister chuckled, putting the bills next to the receipt.

"This meal is on me," she said.

"Onee-chan, where are you going?"

Her sister smiled and Shiho felt something amiss. "Don't worry Shiho, I'll be back in a jiffy, our next meeting is next week right, I'll meet you then."

Shiho frowned. "Just…Just be careful Onee-chan," she said and the girl laughed.

"It's not me you should be worried about, silly," she said, "Don't worry I'll be fine."

"Don't worry I'll be fine."

She did not understand. The intense pain that shot through her was similar to the pain she felt 3 years back. With shaking hands she read the newspaper that was in front of her. The headlines were bolded, the name different, but Shiho recognized that face anywhere. Her sister laid limp on the ground, a white cloth covering her body.

"MILLION DOLLAR HEIST ENDS IN TRADEGY!" The headlines read.

Her body felt weak and numbness settled in. Again…she had lost someone close to her again.

"Get back to work Sherry," her co-worker told her and she pushed the newspaper into her drawers. The laboratory was busy, filled with white cloaked people who were filling containers and boiling materials. Shiho returned to her desk and continued on the formulae she was working on.

Shiho typed some more letting the formulae flow. She had to connect the dots; the chemistry composition of the drug would not happen unless the dots connect. What was it…what was she supposed to do again…yes…create the drug…create-

"I'll be fine."

The formulae on the screen blurred and Shiho's fingers trembled. Her chest hurt, it hurt just to breathe. It was happening again, this uncontrollable feeling that she never wanted to go through.

She was all alone.

Again.

Her sister…

"Onee-chan," she whispered.

Gripping her chest, she sunk to her knees and before she begun to shake furiously. A few scientist who were watching her, called out to her.

"What is the matter with you!" they snapped.

"I'll be fine."

"I'll meet you next week, Shiho,"

"Don't worry."

"Onee-chan," Shiho whispered, the pain to unbearable to bare, she stood up shakily and glanced at the screen she had been working on. The formulae blurred into lines and the red lines turned into blood, the picture in the newspaper swarmed her mind and her world spun out of control.

She gripped the cage that contained the mice and smashes it down hard onto the computer. The screen smashed and smoke emerged from it. She smashed the cage down again and this time, fire exploded from within.

Panic ensued around the lab.

"Sherry, Sherry what are you doing! This is a violation!" they shouted. Their voices lost to her. Monsters…they were all…

She paused, her reflection reflecting off the broken computer screen.

A quiet sob escaped her lips.

She was the monster.

Next chapter: A more light hearted one and more Conan Ai moments :D gaahahaha

See if you can guess the language and meaning of the chapter title ;)