A Whole Dimension without Ran

Title: A dimension without Ran

Author: twinkepop

Genre: Fantasy, Light Romance, Humor

Rating: T overall, maybe M in later chapter

Pairing: Kudo S. & Mouri R.

Disclaimer:

I don't own Detective Conan. The series and all the characters belong to Gosho sama

The concept Ran gets lost in another dimension which doesn't bear her existence isn't original by me. I first got it from 'Life ain't always beautiful' chapter 5 of the "Twelve Days" story by s2lou. If you haven't checked his stories, follow the link below. They are all well-written and beautiful. I want to thank s2lou for producing such amazing work which planted seed in my mind and help me nurture ideas for this story "A whole dimension without Ran".

s/3945299/5/Twelve-Days

I own nothing except the content of this story.

Summary: Ran wished she hadn't been born after the truth about Conan revealed.

Chapter 1

I wish I had never been born

It's raining cat and dog outside. Sudden bolt of lightning brutally tore the dusk sky in half. Thunderstorm hammered the nightfall with its loud and violent thud. The pitch dark evening shadowed the downcast tedium upon everything.

Ran buried her face in the pillow which was damp with her continuous tears. What's going on with her right now was even worse than the turbulent weather outside.

Her heart was empty as love was gone, trust scattered and faith was betrayed.

How could he put up the lies, ever so detachedly, tactfully and ruthlessly?

How could he spare a heart to deceive her for so long?

Did he even know how she has been swollen up, worrying insanely over him?

She was broken inside out. Many times did she beg him for the truth? Countless time she suspected him to be Conan as disguise but he shook it off, get away with counterfeit innocence of a child of 7.

'I did all of this to protect you'

Protect me?

She disgusted. Her mouth couldn't even bear to curve up.

Ran couldn't even fake a smile to sarcasm herself in this moment.

Did he even care how she felt?

'Because you're important to me'

Ran's agony clouded her judgment so that she couldn't sense sincere in his voice, couldn't see the softness in his eyes and above all, the guilty worn out his soul and the ardent hope for her forgiveness.

Ran took all of this for granted. She terrified at his good tact. How could he keep up the act flawlessly after all of this?

He thought she was still naïve enough to rely on him again? Puff

Please! Don't act that she means something to him

If so, how could he trust someone he had just met? And that girl knew his every secret while she was kept in the dark? And why Shinichi and that girl always staying side by side? Why…? Why..? Why…?

'She's my partner' ' She also get shrunk like me' 'She helped me to defeat the Organization' 'She…'

He could continue blabbing on and on about her, as if she will care.

Ran didn't care a bit whoever he hang out with, whoever he stay close with, whoever by his side, whoever he love, … whoever…, did she?

As if whoever care about him? He could go around and pair up with any girls he liked. He could go away and disappear out of her sight.

And how she even bothered think about him?

Wiggle and jiggle off.

Her mind went blank. She didn't want to think anymore. Her nerves went numb, fatigue, exhausted and sprained down by the weight of the tremendous suppressed angst in her head.

Nothing to mend her broken heart

Nothing repair her wrenched mind

No one comfort her sorrow

No one understand her wound

Why everyone stood on his side?

Henji, Kazuha, Hakase, even Sonoko defended him, telling her that Shinichi truly cared for her. It literally stabbed his heart to keep on lying every time desperation drove him to the verge of confession the truth.

Takaji keiji and Sato keiji explained to her that the Black Organisation gave him no choice and all his doing was his mere crude attempt to protect her.

Even her parents despite being mad at first, later on told her to forgive him.

She couldn't believe that. Everyone she used to trust, now stood against her. It felt like the whole world turned their back to her and Ran had to fight this battle alone. Battle to shut him out of her life.

It forced Ran to turn her back on others, shut them down, and avoid all their words that favorable for him.

Nobody knows what she had been through

Nobody knows how much she hurt.

Nobody even cared how she felt…just like he did

Ran felt like she didn't belong to this world

She wished she had never been born.

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Ran woke up from her long slumber. Hunger dragged her out of the room. She not willingly to die because of that jack a- . She was not that stupid.

Ran looked at the lifeless golden badge in her hand.

Ticket to a virtual reality game Cocoon.

Ran smiled mockingly, she grabbed it at the deepest of desperation, as if it could send her to another different world.

She took one step downstairs where the smell of bacon and eggs luring her empty stomach. She heard the sound of plates, blows, wooden spoon and fried pan deliberately crashed on each others. The sounds were so funny and pleasant to her ears. Is Tousan cooking?

Ran amused at the thought. Hardly her father be in the kitchen and now he is cooking.

Must because of her severe outburst and turmoil that make him to take care of her.

Ran reached the final step of the staircase. Looked into the kitchen, she saw the back of Korogo Mouri . Her Dad was busy making breakfast.

"Otousan" Ran cheerfully hailed

Slightly jumped at the foreign sound, Korogo quickly turned around to confront a teenager girl, unheard what she just said.

"Who are you? How can you get in here" surprise written all over in his face and laced in his voice

"Tousan? What are you saying? I'm Ran, Mouri Ran, your daughter" her face mimic his uttermost alarm as well, clueless about what's going on

After hearing the name Mouri Ran, his face became darken, dejected and present deep nostalgia. He grunted each work fiercely

"Don't. Ever. Mention. Her. Name"

Ran fall silence. Eyes wide open, she shocked, frightening at her father's unreasonable and abrupt anger.

"What kind of frank is that? Puffing over my deceased daughter. You're Scoundrel!"

"Tousan" Ran just whispered quietly, unable to utter any audible words. She couldn't do anything to resist Korogo vicious pull at her arms. Her skin swollen, reddish, twist in his forceful clutch. He kept on raging while dragging her across the room.

"My poor little girl had died before being born. I haven't had a chance to call her Ran Mouri and here you are, appear out of nowhere and claim to be her. Make me buy it, my foot. You're deadly con man, bastard. If you were here earlier, my wife wouldn't have left me. She left me, she left me, you know"

He shoved her out of the house violently. Her head hit the brick wall strongly but Korogo didn't even care. The door slammed shut roughly and tightly against her face. Ran collapsed against the cold wall.

Ran didn't felt the searing wound on her head; rather she felt an ardent pain wrenched her heart, an icy chill ran along her spine and a boiling fire ate out all over her body.

What wrong with tousan? What was he saying? Did he even know what he was saying?

Ran's uttermost frustrated.

'Who are you? How can you get in here?'

She's Mouri Ran, his daughter

'My deceased daughter? My poor little girl had die before being born?'

She's here. She's alive. Why he kept telling her she had been dead before she made herself known to the world.

She had a splitting headache. Her mind was spinning hard, spiral down, elaborated to make sense all of this. But not even a tiny bit hit her.

Ran felt like she was on a boarding boat and get thrown into the open ocean. She's completely at sea, completely lost, completely split her mind. No idea what's going, what's happening. Suddenly everything turned out to be mournful and tragic for her.

Her father never treated her badly. He has always been a gentle and protective whenever come to his sole daughter. The act that he shoving her out ruthlessly and the fact he didn't care made her felt worse than the physical hurt on her head. It made her felt unwanted, forsaken and being hatred.

Couldn't believe what had just happened, Ran tried to get up on her feet, before she could knock, the door swung open, revealing Korogo standing at the threshold. Before she could relief and say anything, he had thrown a piece of paper at her

"Take your thing and get away as soon as possible" the door against shut on her face.

Ran bent, picked up the piece of paper. She frowned and put it in her pocket.

Tear were streaming down her face.

Kasan, Tousan hate me

/

Ran stood at the place which supposed to be her mother's lawyer office, but it turned out to be another. She looked at the neon sign above 'Kawasa Real Estate Consultant', shaking her head, unbelievable. Maybe she took the wrong route and ended up at the wrong destination.

Gather up her courage, Ran pushed the front door open, entered. Greeting her was a fair woman in her mid-thirties at the reception desk. Ran politely bowed and asked if she knew about Kisaki's law office.

"So you come for Kisaki's law office?" the woman kindly confirmed

Ran just nod timidly

"It's used to be in this building but she moved quite long time ago. I heard she had immigrated in America with her friend. Sorry girl, are you her client or…?

"I'm her daughter" Ran uttered in a tiny dull voice, wasn't sure if it wise to let her know

"Oh really? I've never heard that Kisaki- san had a child."

"Never mind, thank you for your information"

Ran heavily dragged her wear-out body along the pavement. Head bending down, cheeks damp with tears, eyes on the pavement tides, her brown locks cascaded, covering most of her swollen face. Her feet felt like it were bound with hammer wandered aimlessly.

Nowhere to go. No place to shelter. No family. No relatives. No friends. No home. No money

How can she survive in this world? Where she supposedly returned to God even before birth?

The streets, the shops, the lights, the buildings, the city were all the same. It's modern Tokyo, capital of Japan. Everything was oddly familiar. She knew it all like the back of her hand but nothing was familiar with her existence.

Ran kept on walking until her legs gave up. She settled down on an isolate bench in an enormous green park. Take in a deep breath, tried to calm her head down, Ran let her eyes open, looking around the surroundings. Amusingly, those subconscious steps took her back to her neighborhood. There used to be my neighborhood. On the left, around the corner was Detective Agency and on the right, a few blocks away was… Scratch that, don't let it disturb you

Well, a few blocks away on the right were his house, the Great Detective of the East. If everything stayed as the same as in her world, he would be over that spacious open field, playing football, underneath the beauty layout of sunset. Ran mesmerized not only by the nature but also by his charm. His tall figure and full-built body gave him a derring-do outlook as he's standing there, waited for the ball. His broad shoulders, brawny arms and skillful legs moved swiftly as he chased after it. Determination flickered in his eyes as he ready to score a goal. The ball was propelled toward with great strength, flown over the goalpost, trolling over the green grass and landed neatly at her foot.

Until then, Ran noticed that all eyes on the ball then travelled up and focused on her. Even worse, he deliberately came over her, retrieved the ball. Her heart beat painfully as every step he took and shortened the distance between them. She was going to meet the person she wanted to avoid the most, Kudo Shinichi. Without thinking twice, she abruptly got up and walked away.

Getting out of the park, Ran found herself in a shopping street of Beika central. Her steps were still slow and weary since she hadn't recovered from the whole disastrous distress but she had to flee away from him. Ran stopped outside an electronic compliance outlet. Her hand placed on the glass wall to support her worn-out body. She turned to look at herself in the mirror but instead she saw a person face on the TV interview. Acting on impulse, Ran clenched her palm and punched at the glass wall at the person on TV as she wanted.

The glass wall broke. Pieces of crystal scratched her skin. Her hand stemmed with blood but nobody seemed to care. The store owners shout at her. The store's workers squeezed her arms. The passengers gathered like a riot surrounding her, shredded her looks for the thug. Her arms get swollen by the tight and violent hold. Her spirit plumped further down. Her head going to explored under the pressure of the crowd.

Ran felt a warm hand tugged at her shoulder, a firm brawny torso shielded her from the crowd. A strong arm circled around her body, pulled her protectively hidden behind his back.

"Gome, she's my little sister. She had been through a rough day" she heard him said.

She felt safe, finally found someone to count on. Ran let his arms wrap around her waist, supported her body and led her with him. Her head fell upon his shoulder, claiming a secure spot to get rest.

He led her to a place very familiar, oddly recognizable. Is this…?

"No, why you take me here?" Ran weakly protested

"Let me out! I don't need…" She tried to break out of his embrace.

"Hey! Be good!" Shinichi softly said "Let me treat your wound first" He tried to pull her closer him, firmly but carefully not to hurt her. Softly, he kissed her forehead, remained the contact with her skin for a while. As a result, she quiet down, listen to his magic words whispering in her ear. The last energy drained out, Ran passed out in his arms.

Shinichi carried her unconscious figure into his home, lay her down on a sofa. Her breath elaborated with fatal gasp. She had been through a lot more tumor than a rough day. He put some stray locks behind her ear, revealing a fresh bleeding cut. He couldn't suspend a rough gasp as his fingers laced between her hair strands, feeling the damp of blood and smelling the sick odor of hemoglobin. He sterilized her injury with astringent then wrapped bandages around her head.

He slightly enclosed her injured hand, observed any crystal debris on her skin and gently picked them out. He remembered the moment she punched the glass wall, there his interview was on TV, close up angle of his face. Plus her weak protest when they nearly reached his house, made him doubt that she might hold a grunt against him. But what did he do? Is she relative to anyone he accused of criminal? Shaking his head, he has no idea.

Shinichi finished treating her injuries. His mind noticed how cold her hand getting. She seemed lost a lot of blood. How long has she been walking around with her bleeding wound. He shivered at the feeling of his fingers at the bloody dampness of her hair. He couldn't avoid the wince in the gut as the side of his palm trace across her cheeks. Her face was as pale as a sheet. The coldness radiation from her skin sent icy chill running along his spine. He quickly withdrew his hand from her face, aware of what he had been doing.

He put the first-aid kit back to its place then carried her to one of the guest rooms.

/

Ran woke up at the middle of the night. Her head was still splitting. Looked around, slightly unravel. She's safe here. Her mind couldn't remember even a vague idea how she ended up in his guest room. It's just scattered images floating in brain, he had helped her when she was surrounded by the hostile crowd. She hadn't forgave him for lying to her. She still feel hurt because of his close contact with Miyano san. But…Ran felt ridiculous for herself, she didn't have right to interfere with his relationship. Him and her were nothing attached and no commitment bound. It wasn't his responsibility to protect her but she always ended up getting recused by him. She owe him a gratitude. Ran didn't know how to confront him right now as a past few days she kept avoiding and shutting him out of her life. Hurriedly scratching off a thank you note, Ran planned to flee from his house. But her stomach disagreed, she had been starved for the whole day and her feet couldn't lift up her worn out body anywhere. Borrowing him a little food didn't hurt right?

The pitch dark covered the whole mansion completely. The lights all went out but Ran didn't bother to turn them on. She knew his house by heart. She came here very often since being a little girl. Even if she walked with her closed eyes, she still got her destination at the house's elegant kitchen.

Ran made herself a bowl of cereal and a glass of milk. She eagerly savored the crunchy chocolate flake mix with the rick creamy of full milk when the light suddenly turned on. Shinichi stood at the kitchen doorway.

"Hi" she greeted, demurely looked at him as if she got caught in doing something shameful.

"You're hungry?" Taken back for while, thinking how she could manage to get to the kitchen and did all the things in complete dark at night as if she was actually familiar with his house.

"Did I wake you up?"

"Nope"

"Did you just wake up or you stayed up reading novel?" She tried to divert the conversation, not letting him notice that she was eating stealthily his food.

"It doesn't matter." He felt unease under her gaze, disliked how this conversation upheld. She talked to him like she knew the fact that he had been up all night reading. What' wrong with it? What wrong with her?

"Isn't tomorrow Ms. Kazuma lecture in the first period" her eyes looked up to the ceiling searching for an excuse to make him thinking that he was the one would get in trouble, not her.

"Why you know?" Shinichi felt puzzled. Is she investigating him? How could she knew about his schooling?

"Shinichi!"

The way his name came out of her mouth made him stunned. No horrific pronoun and way too personal.

"Don't ask silly question, I remember our schedule better than you"

'Our schedule'. Since when she transferred to my class?

"Let's see, tomorrow we have Biology with Ms. Kazuma, Maths with , Japanese with Mr. Tsukisuk. He's very strict one, he would send you out if you doze off in his class" Ran satisfied, beaming at him, she had succeeded in diverting the conversation.

How on Earth she knew everything of it?

Unaware of the fact he standing here dumbfound, Ran continued "In the afternoon, we will have History and P.E. You will have a match with soccer club every Tuesday and…"

Ran suddenly stopped short. She didn't expect him let her finish their whole timetable. Normally, he couldn't stand her constant talking and would leave in the middle of her speech, left her here finish her meal. It was her plan in the beginning but it didn't went on so smoothly. Shinichi just stayed there, staring at her in utter astonishment

"Hey, Shinichi!".Ran felt insecure and edgy under his steady and intensive gaze, as if his eyes drained out her energy and gaiety. Ran hardly swallowed a gulp in her throat.

"Do I get something wrong?"

She tried hard to make the situation less taut for both of them, tried to do some diplomatic sanction and negotiate with him but it didn't work.

A few minutes passed by, the uphill battle between eyes remained stiff and tight. Two teenagers at the kitten in the middle of the night still locked eyes deadly at each other. Ran's endurance almost cracked, she didn't expect the situation turned out like it. Minutes ago everything was till normal, now it twisted completely upside down into a tensed exhaustive silence. Finally Ran broke the ice.

"Shinichi, stop! Don't stare at me like I'm an alien" she begged

"Who are you?" The question boiling inside him seized the chance to come out. He had been inclined enquiring her since he saw her tactfully did everything in the dark. The first time his name slipped out of her lips, he felt something oddly familiar; something has gone missing in his life. But the fact she genuinely knew him while he knew nothing about her frightened him.

Ran winced at his question. How could she be absent-minded…?

Shinichi observed her confused but calm eyes turned into a shade of dark and agony.

"Sorry, I'm not supposed to be here" her face downcast with melancholy.

"Sorry…I didn't mean…" Shinichi blurt out frantically as he realized his words saddened her.

She quickly headed for the front door.

"Wait!" Shinichi was faster, carefully caught her intact wrist

"Let me go, Shinichi. You don't know me in this world" she barely shouted at him. It brought up pain and tears for her to remember the mournful situation she stuck in.

"Where are you going? And… what with in this world?" Shinichi still held her wrist. He enclosed her fingers with his to tighten the grip. He looked at her softly to calm her down and carefully to seek for the truth.

"Shinichi, you're detective. You should figure it out" Ran sighed

"Maybe there's something wrong with me that I can't remember…" he tried to find an excuse

"No, there's nothing wrong with you. There're wrong with me." Her voices dropped to barely a whisper now.

He looked at her, smiling softly and tenderly shook his head.

Ran melt at this sweet side of him

"I don't think you will make sense of it,…let along expect you to believe it.." she looked at him and he unconsciously squeezed her hand. Ran knew she can trust him.

"If you want the truth... that's… I came from a different world" She exhaled it lightly, gave out a weighs in her chest

Shinichi hadn't spoken any words and as the effect he expected, Ran continued her story

"I knew you not gonna believe it but I'm not belong to this world. In my world you and I are best friend since childhood…," Ran bit her lips. Shinichi nod encouragingly at her

"In this world, I wasn't born. I die in my mother's womb or that's what I learnt when my I found my father, Mouri Kogoro and guess what I gained? He shoved me to the wall…" Ran sobbed heavily remembered the fateful encounter with her suppose-to-be father.

Shinichi pulled Ran into a hug, let she cried on his shoulder.

"He said her only daughter Mouri Ran had die, he hadn't even called her name, hadn't even met her…" her voice was distorted by the tears

"Alright Ran, I'm here" he stroke her hair, gently patted her back. His shirt had been moist by her crying.

"I ran to find my mother's office, just to know that she had moved overseas years ago. I have no home, no families, and no shelter here. I regret wishing that I never been born. I regret. I wanna go home, Shinichi. You're great detective, take me home Shinichi"

"I wanna go home Shinichi"

"Shinichi take me home"

She repeated those words over and over again. Desperate. Anguish. Broken. Pain. Hurt. All multiplied and laced in her voice. Her feverish, fervent and flaming quest.

She still sobbed against his chest. He carefully carried her bridal to couch in the living room, set her neatly in his lap. He started to pat her back, whisper in her ears and kiss her hair with an attempt to calm her down.

The clock ticking by and Shinichi patiently comforted and softened her emotional breakdown. Her crying had lessened only her quiet sob heard. Ran cuddled closer to his chest, her hand tightened on his shirt.

"Ran, it's all right" He pulled a tray strand off her cheek, tugged it neatly behind her ear and led her eyes to look at him

"I'll take you home, OK?" His forehead nearly brushed over hers.

Ran only nodded.

"Now sleep on"

Her teary eyes peeked up at him. He dangerously closed to her. His nose breathed in her jasmine scent. He could felt her weak irregular breath just recovered from heavy crying.

"Can you walk to your room on your own?" he loving asked

Ran nodded quietly, her azure orbs still stared at him innocently. Shinichi quietly shook his head, chuckle softly to himself.

"No, you can't." He carried her upstairs.

He tugged her under the puffy warm blanket, pulled up under her chin

"Ran, sleep!"

Her eyes remained wide open, looked up at him

"Ok, Ran, close your eyes"

She obeyed him.

"Good night"

He said and closed the door behind him.