Do you want to know what the hardest and most crucial thing about a High School Detective being shrunken back into a first grader is ?
Hint.
For her it was what she had trouble the first time around.
But this time it was just a whole lot harder and way too much for her to handle because this was exhausting and was by far her hardest role to play yet.
'Where did that come from ?' she thought and just shook her head as she dismissed it.
The most troubling part was pretending that she was one of them in the first place and that she was not actually who she was. She had to pretend that she was a child instead of a child that was acting like an adult in a child's body which did when she was actually this size the first time around. And that was the reason she was stuck acting like an ordinary child and even speaking like one because Ran would be able to spot her out a within seconds.
Pretending was the not the hardest thing that she had to do, the hardest thing was lying to Ran and to everyone. She was good at it very good at it and that was the part that freaked her out the most.
And a bunch of kids that were following her around was the best research that she could have to gain and help her with her acting skills.
This seemed like a second chance and a fresh start at a new childhood. This felt right and it felt like a gift was handed to her, every single moment she was with them. Playing and just fooling around kicking a ball or hitting a baseball with a bat, even though she did not have the slightest interest in the game, she was beginning to appreciate the game and the fun that came with it. But still she could not sit and watch a full game being played because it was not football and this might as well be the most boring thing that she had ever watched. But still to see it was astounding and amazing each time she had seen it.
But it was still boring after all the longest game recorded was eight hours and twenty-five minutes long. A game that she would not like to attend because sitting there that long watching a game, knowing at any moment you might be hit with a ball that could be travelling over one-hundred miles an hour. And potentially die by a rouge ball and the batter will cause your death and also his life be ruined because he goes to jail for at least man-slaughter.
Well right now she was in bed with the cold again. She was always getting the cold when she was a child and now that she was a child again she was getting the cold again and it was happen more often and was so much more worse than she remembered.
" Ugh "
But with the cold it was hard to remember and she did not want to remember because all she wanted to do was sleep and get rid of it, once and for all she wanted rid of it.
She was having relentless nightmares about fire and people screaming.
She knew it was a dream, she knew it but she could not find a way to wake herself up from the nightmare that she was currently experiencing.
She was in a house that she had never been in before, yet the house seemed familiar to her as if she had been here before. It seemed like a place that she belonged in, place where she could be happy and belong.
It almost felt like home ?
But she could not see anything; all she could see was the smoke that was surrounding her. The smoke that she was choking on and had a hold on her, grasping for a breath and there was nothing that she could do.
She was shaking, shaking that she was so cold that it was almost real.
Cold ?
How could she be cold ?
And then she realized that she was standing outside. Looking from the outside to the inside standing there crouching in the dark doing her best not make a sound or even breathe at all because she was not to be seen or heard at all.
She felt like a witness that was frozen unable to do anything because she had become a statue. She was nothing more than a coward and a weakling. A gutless coward and as she stood there crying she was swearing to herself that this was something that she would never be again. Something that she was convincing herself and almost in a whisper as the tears dropped down from her face she could swear that someone was watching her.
No someone was looking her straight in the eye and she was looking back at them. This was a feeling she was not over too familiar with and as much as she tried to she could not see the person that she was directly looking at because it was all too blurry and faded. It was almost like a forgotten memory that you so deeply try to remember but no matter how hard you try you cannot reach it. No matter how hard you try and just how much you want that memory to come to you it cannot be reached.
What she was seeing and all what she could see was black smoke and nothingness, just the flames and the scorching feeling of the build up as if it was burning down all around her and her world was falling down beneath her.
The flames started to dance. Dance together and blend as the room and the fire became one. It was almost hypnotising as she looked into the flames watching them burn and everything turning into ash.
So golden that it was almost beautiful.
The golden movement moved boldly, whimsically, fiercely, more confident with every move she made.
SHE !
Then she realised what was in the flames.
It was a woman.
The fire was just a fire in the fireplace with a fire that was just ready to erupt and take the whole room with it.
The gold that she was seeing was hair.
Her hair was Blonde. That belonged to a blonde and beautiful woman that she had her terrified of it and not the fire itself.
But the smoke was beginning to engulf the room, making it hard to see what was right in front of her and see what was happened the room itself. One minute she was coughing and covering her eyes because of the smoke and the next minute she looked and the woman that was there was suddenly just. Gone like smoke or rather steam as if it/she was never there as it vanishing not a shred of evidence that she was ever there. Like magic itself, a trick played upon them, a trick that she did not like and this was a feeling that she did not like. The not knowing and made her want to know even more, that she just had to know what just happened right in front of her and in front of her very own eyes.
All she could feel was pain.
The pain was a heavy weight that she just felt like he was drowning and she wanted the flames to take her with the room with her and everything else. She wanted to gone so that she did not want to be alone.
She HAD to open her eyes, she had to and she would know the truth for sure.
Those cold stare on that woman's face and those cold inhuman eyes that could only belong to someone that was soulless. She had seen eye's like that before and that cold dead stare that belonged to. These eyes belonged to a murderer and one that enjoyed to kill no matter the circumstances given.
" CHRISTIE "
Everything was starting to get blurry again. Faded as if it was all going away and she was being pulled away by something, some sort of force and she wanted to go towards what was calling towards her. But at the same time she wanted to stay and not go back there because this is where she belonged.
" CHRISTIE "
" CHRISTIE "
And now she was awake.
Her nightmare was slowly fading anyway and was forgetting it all in an instant. All she knew that she had a nightmare and a terrible one at that and she was determined to remember what it was again because she had a feeling that there was more to this and was information that she needed to know.
It took her more than a minute to realise where she was and what was happening.
" I think your fever broke " said Ran.
Oh right she was shrunk and she had the flu.
The wet cloth on her head and was taken off, cleaned and soaked again to be put back on her head again.
" I made you some soup " said Ran.
She nodded in agreement having lost her voice completely.
Ran looked worried, more than worried she looked scared and had a tear at the corner of her eye. And in an instant again she was feeling guilty because she had not called Ran as Shinichi in a while and she knew how much Ran got worried about her ( the both of hers) and she knew exactly how sad this made Ran worrying about her. It made Ran think that she did not really care about her or that something bad had happened to her.
Right now she could not call Ran as much as she wanted too and just talk to her as the person that she really was. Ran needed it and so did she, it was something that they both needed in their life and it made her feeling like she was still the person she was in the inside and not the outside as everyone saw her as. Nothing more than a child and someone that needed to be watched like a hawk.
And she thought Ran was overprotective before when she was Shinichi. But now as Christie she was twice she was twice as overprotective and that would be Ran projecting her feeling onto another person because she not there to be needing the assistance or taken care of.
After having taken care of her Dad for quite some time by cooking, cleaning and doing all the chores from even handling the money of the house when her parents split up and divorced Ran had little or none childhood. It was sad that she was just noticing this and she did not realise just how much Ran had helped her because she must of done something ...that was still very faded.
All she knew Ran did make her meals and did walk her to school and back everyday. Not taht she needed it because she was blind not stupid , it was just appreciated and with everything Ran already does in her life trying to take care of her then and now was very touching.
It made her care and lover Ran even more
For right now all she could do was go back to sleep and to fight this flu so that she would get better because the real fight was soon to come.
BEEN A WHILE BUT A CHAPTER IS UP.
IT WAS NOT A JUST A NIGHTMARE BUT A LOST MEMORY THAT SHINICHI AND RECOVERED.
THE WAY MEMORIES CAN WORK SOMETIMES THE WAY YOUR BRAINS TRIES TO HELP REMEMBER NOT EVERYTHING IS AS IT SEEMS AND SOME MEMORIES CAN BE MIXED TOGETHER AS WELL AND YOU MIGHT ON THINK OF IT AS ONE.
BUT COME ON GUESS WHO THE BLONDE WOMAN IS AND WHAT MEMORY SHINICHI JUST RECOVERED