There was a pounding inside his skull that was scaring Shinichi, and he flinched, eyelids slowly pulling up. He felt suspended in midair - an unusual sensation he almost attributed to the throbbing of his head but didn't due to the vividness of the feeling.
Suddenly all rational thought went whizzing out his ears as Shinichi's eyes snapped open at the realization that he was currently behind held in the arms of someone who looked almost identical to himself. Furthermore, he seemed to be swimming in clothes he distinctly remembered to fit.
A gasp dragged off his lips as he began to struggle, panic overcoming his usual calculated logic, and the person, momentarily surprised, almost dropped him.
"Kid, kid, stop moving," the person ordered as he - he?! - reclaimed a grasp on Shinichi's arms and legs. "Look, I'll explain to you later." The stranger - who appeared to be a teenage boy with very messy hair - began to walk up a flight of stairs again, and Shinichi's panic only increased as he realized he was in an unknown house being carried by some stranger and was somehow feeling a lot smaller than usual.
Shinichi almost considered putting up a fight, but a sudden sharp pain echoed through his skull, and the desire instantly faded as he - he, the great high school detective - almost let out a whimper. Shinichi, horrified, bit it back, and the stranger glanced down, noticing the change in Shinichi's demeanor.
"Does your head hurt?" he asked in a surprisingly benevolent voice. Shinichi almost forgot to reply, because he suddenly was quite aware of the stranger's indigo eyes, which made him feel oddly transparent.
Suddenly remembering what was happening, Shinichi stammered - why the hell was his voice so high? - "Uh, I'm okay."
"That's good," the stranger said with a wide, almost familiar grin, and Shinichi let himself relax in his arms.
For some reason, Shinichi found himself wanting to trust him.
AH! Didn't post yesterday, sorry, sorry. But to be fair, I was bedridden with the flu and my mother refused to bring me my laptop. Today I'm good enough to hobble to the computer.