Tomorrow I might be a bit too busy, so I decided to upload this thing now. Piano exam on Friday, wish me luck, guys! ^^

By the waaay, anyone out there who watches Eurovision? I'm crazy about Australia's song, it's my favourite! What about you all?

Ah, I should stop babbling... Please enjoy!


„Are you sure about this, Shinichi?" Professor Agasa asked. His face showed nothing but worry, and Shinichi felt a bit guilty for being the cause of such expression. But he was determined, ready to get back his body, his life, everything that has been taken from him.

"Yes," he said. His tone was calm, steady, as he held the small cup in his hand. He gave one last smile to the professor and to Haibara, who tried to mask her uneasiness, then drank the whole thing.

Nothing happened. Seconds passed, then a full minute. Nothing. Why? Shinichi glanced at Haibara, but judging from her expression, she had no idea either. Professor Agasa seemed to be clueless too for a while, but he was the first to speak.

"Looks like it didn't work…"

"Looks like it…" Haibara repeated in a monotone voice. "Perhaps the apotoxin already neutralized it."

"Are you kidding me?" Conan all but whined, as he sat down on the sofa with a disappointed grimace.

After that the professor and Haibara discussed the reasons why the antidote probably didn't work, but Shinichi was too busy with feeling sorry for himself to pay attention. This big "scientist talk" wasn't his thing anyway, not at 12 a.m., even if he knew a few things. In the end, they all just went to sleep, having concluded the whole thing as a failure. If Haibara was frustrated, she didn't show it, and Agasa was probably too sleepy to care. That left Conan alone with his helpless anger, as the chance to get back his old body was taken from him again.

The bad mood stayed with Shinichi even in the morning – he was the definition of the expression "grumpy." He couldn't be bothered to eat his breakfast, so he just picked up his things and left for school. He stomped all the way there, then threw his bag on the table and pretty much ignored everyone around him.

Whatever new mission the Shounen Tantei was collectively babbling about, it didn't interest him. He didn't even feel like going back to Ran's place, he headed to his own house instead. He wanted to throw a tantrum, he felt like acting like the child he now was, he wanted to break things. He was mad at the whole world, at the happy people smiling next to him, at the streets buzzing with life, at the Sun shining above him.

He saw red everywhere, but it took him minutes to realize that it wasn't because he was angry. Something was wrong with him, something was really, really wrong. Suddenly he felt the bile rise up in his throat, as his feet wobbled under him, and he stumbled into an alley. He collapsed against a wall, and as the bricks hit his head, pain ran through his whole body. He was positive his bones were melting, and if that wouldn't kill him, then there was the piercing feeling in his lungs. Calm down, control yourself, his brain ordered. It was no use. He started hyperventilating. His ribs broke one by one, slicing his insides. His heart tore itself apart. His spine was crushed under invisible weight, and he was in pain, it hurt like hell, but Shinichi was giddy with joy.

It's the antidote, his mind sang deliriously, and his head started spinning. Just endure this and you'll get everything back. It'll be all yours again.

He fainted.


Shinichi woke up with a gasp, and sat up quickly. His head was spinning, and he was so, so disoriented. A full minute passed until he realized that it was just a dream, a memory. As he looked around, he realized that he was in the bedroom. Weird, he thought he fell asleep in the living room… Yes, and it happened when-

Kid! Where was he? Shinichi casted a quick glance on the clock – 1 a.m. So… he was back already? But where? The bed was empty, save for Shinichi and his pillow. An ominous feeling settled in Arthur's heart. What if something happened?

A gasp, followed by a muffled cough, could be heard. Shinichi raised his head high, holding his breath. It came from the bathroom. He nodded to himself – he could get there. As he stood up on his pillow, he heard more coughs, and his movements got faster, more frantic. He half-climbed, half-jumped down the bed, and winced when he felt his injured hand stinging. To his luck, the door of the bedroom wasn't entirely closed, so he could slip through the tiny gap, then he hurried to the bathroom. It wasn't too far away, just a few steps for a normal human, but… well, Shinichi wasn't exactly a normal human at that moment.

He hesitated only for a moment before he entered, but he felt himself freeze right then. In front of him laid Kaitou Kid, gasping for dear life, covered in blood.