Blog of Sara Jakša

The APTX Murder Investigation [BBC Sherlock / Detective Conan Fanfiction]

“Mike, Molly.” he said, as he entered the pathology laboratory. “Molly, I know it is a weird request, but could you bring somebody out for me?” he asked, as he turned to her.

“Bring somebody out? As in a corpse?” she asked. “Did Sherlock asked you to do this.”

“A superintendent that I know.” said John. “He wants to test a theory and for some reason don’t want his forensic team to do it.”

“I guess he is finally starting to rub on you as well.” Mike said, as he stood up. “I will let you with it.” he make his goodbyes and left the room.

Molly brought the last victim from the cold storage, and she watched as John was getting the same intense look, that Sherlock usually got during investigating. He looked over the bruisings and the point of injection. Nothing unusual.

“You think I could take some of the blood?” asked John, as he looked at Molly.

She nodded and brought him all necessary equipment, making sure to also note everything that he was doing, in case there is going to be additional enquiries in this course. Plus, it was one she had yet to start working one.

John thanked her, and she willed it back. Then she followed him, interested in what is he going to do.

She was surprised that he first diluted some of the sample in water, then started to do chemical tests on it. They were all normal. He narrowed his eyes, but then he pulled the blood testing kit. The person had a 0 blood type.

John looked up. “Would you mind checking on file what blood type was the victim?” he asked.

“Why?” Molly asked, but she went and found the file. She leafed through it and stared. According to the file, the person was AB blood type. She came and looked again at the test that John preformed. “That was his blood?”

“So it changed.” said John. He than took another test and checked the acid in the blood, and then he used another one to check for the blood sugar. The acid level was normal, but there was a lack of blood sugar.

John took the phone from his pocket and texted Sagaru about the recent development. He then sat back, as he thought about it.

“But how is this possible? People don’t change their blood type upon dying.” Molly looked surprised. “And no people would survive with so little blood sugar in their blood.”

“You are right.” John said. “There are a couple of explanation, but I have eliminated all but one.” He looked frustrated, as he tapped with his fingers to the table. He did not look at her.

Molly put the file down. “You don’t like the results.” she said. She sat down next to him. “They scare you.”

John stood up and started to walk around. He then leaned on the table, taking deep breaths.

Then the doors open, Lestrade and Sherlock coming the the scene in front of them. John turned to them and smiled. “I knew you will want to see the body.” said John.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, but then he seems to have forgotten about it. “Hardly hard deduction, John.”

“Never said it was.” he countered, the depression that was visible just a couple of seconds ago was not there anymore.

Sherlock looked at the body, trying to see anything, but not seeing anything. He then waived to John, that looked around. “The bruises were from falling, and there is most probably the injection point.” He looked around, trying to see something more.

Molly looked from Sherlock to John. Lestrade noticed John slowly shaking his head, and Molly looking down. He noted that down. This case seems to be more something John is going to get involve than Sherlock, But John is not really connected to solving crimes the same way Sherlock is.

“Nothing makes sense.” Sherlock said, as he looked at the body again. “The injection has to cause heart attack, but there is nothing indicating that it does.”

“I will send you an autopsy report when I finish.” said Moly and rolled back the body. “Hopefully there is going to be something useful.”

Sherlock was desperate and he left the room. Lestrade tried to follow, but then he noticed Molly coming closer to John.

“Why don’t you want Sherlock to find out?” Molly said, as she grabbed his arm.

John was quiet for a couple of seconds. Then he looked at her. “I don’t care what he finds out from your tests. Show him whatever you want.” he then asked her arm from his. “It is just…” he shook his head, trying to concentrate. “It is nothing. Just forget what you saw.”

He then left the room, Lestrade pretending to have not heard anything, as they went after Sherlock to see what to do now.

Lestrade got a call, and he excused himself, and Sherlock and John were left with flagging the cab down.

They were driving in silence, when Sherlock suddenly said, still looking outside: “You know something about the case you are not sharing.”

John looked at Sherlock, but was quiet. Sherlock looked at him in interest and surprise. “You are. But you still won’t tell me. Why?”

“Because if I am right, there are only two possible culprits. One of the is me.” John said, as he looked back out. “I refuse to believe that she would do that.”

“Mary?” Sherlock asked, just to be sure.

John laughed. He really laughed at the question. “Thank got, no. Nobody I had seen in years.” but there was a small smile on his face.

Inside my Cross [BBC Sherlock / MCU Fanfiction]

John was sitting in the coffee shop alone, as he was reading the book. There was nobody next to him. There was a pot of the white tea in front of him, still steaming from the cup with some tea inside as well. He changed the page, his look intense on the plot of the story.

Natasha was sitting on the rooftop, having a rifle pointed at him. She was smiling as she looked at him through the rifle, not moving even though the pose was getting uncomfortable. But she had been sitting there for quite some time, and did gave no indication of moving.

John stood up and smiled as the blonde woman and a black haired man walked to him and the man put the hand on his shoulder. She was having a child in her arms and was rocking him up and down.

John seems to exchange a couple of words with him, his exasperation clearly seen. But it was fond exasperation, not something that that he would be really annoyed by. He drunk the last cup and tried to check if there was some more tea in the pot, but there was none.

The black haired man rolled his eyes, as he waived his hands around, trying to convince him of something. He looked impatient, like there is no time for something to happen. That they were already late for something. But it was too far away for lipreading.

The woman put the baby girl into John hands, as she stood up to find the waiter. John looked at the baby and he made a couple of childish noises. He was always the one that was good with children. Surprisingly as it was.

As she came back, she took the baby from John and said something with a smile, getting a response. John waived them first, and they walked in front of him, the man turning to look at him from time to time.

As they exited the tea shop, the black haired man managed to call the taxi in under a minute. It seems to be really quick, and he just entered it, not really carrying. The woman followed.

Before John entered the taxi, he looked up, with a confused face. Natasha was convinced that she was well hidden, and that there is no way they will be able to find her. She was sure she would not even be seen from down there.

Even so he looked in the right direction, even in the right height and Natasha’s pulse quickened. But she still did not move. John just looked at there, like searching for something, for a couple of seconds.

Then he startled and he looked at the taxi, entering it as well, and the black taxi car drove away.

Natasha put the rifle back into her bag with a great precision, and stood up with the bag on her shoulder.

She felt the mobile phone vibrating in her pocket and she checked, seeing a message from Clint as to her being late. She answered that she is going to be there soon and left the building, no trace of her left.

Mutant Tony: Meeting Erik [MCU / X-Men Fanfiction]

One day she arrived in Tony’s office. She was used to him not being here, what she was not used to, that in the locked office, she found a person reading a book.

As she opened the doors, he looked up and she had the feeling that he was trying to figure out what she was doing here. While he looked like he belonged there. Even though Pepper did not see him while working for Tony for two months.

“Can I ask what you are doing here?” She sounded polite. She got really good at keeping on her feet. Working personally for Tony Stark lead to some side effects like that.

“I am waiting for Tony.” He said failure. “The question is, what are you doing here?”

“He is not here.” She said, as she went to the nearby table to pick some papers. “I am his executive personal assistant.”

He smiled, as he looked her up and down. “Lasted a week already?” He was mocking. He looked at her with raised eyebrows.

“Two months actually.” She said, a little harder than she originally intended. “And you are?”

“Just an associate.” He said.

Tony then came to the room, the doors flew open. Pepper still did not know, how he managed to do that. “Pepper, you are here.”

He then turned to Erik and smiled at him. “And you are early. Way early.”

The person looked at the watch on the wall and thought about it.

“Not fair.” Tony exclaimed and she came closer and gave the newcomer a hug. He was smiling.

There was a thump behind her and she realized that the doors closed. There was nobody there and they were massive doors. They can’t just close by themselves.

“Pepper. Pepper.”

Pepper turned around as she saw Tony and the newcomer standing there. Tony looked at her worried, and the other one looked smug.

“Pepper, meet my old friend Erik.” He looked like he is proud of him. For some reason. Then he turned to Erik. “Erik, meet Pepper Potts, my new assistant.”

Pepper came closer and extended her hand. “Virginia Potts. Pleasure to meet you.”

“The same.” he said.

As she looked at him, she realized that he somehow seems familiar, but she could not for the love of her realize why. Like she would meet him long ago or in the picture.

“What brings you all the way here?” Tony asked Erik as he looked like it just came Christmas. He looked happy.

The call then came and Stane wanted to talk to him, so Tony apologized and left.

Pepper wanted to excuse herself, without putting too much attention to herself. But as she tried to leave the room, she noticed Erik looking at her.

“You said you stayed two months, right?” he said. She turned to look at him.

“Yes?” she asked. She was confused as to why this is important. So that comment was not just to make fun of her?

He looked at her some more, the shuddered. “I take you you have not meet Charles yet?” he said.

Charles? Who the hell was now Charles? She never even heard of him. She shook her head.

“It is just, when you meet me, Charles and Jarvis.” He added. “They you are a keeper.”

“So that is two out of three?” She said. She never heard of any of that from Nika.

He nodded. Then Tony came back.

Mutant Tony: Clint Rescue [MCU / X-Men Fanfiction]

Clint was looking up in the ceiling. He knew what they were trying to do. They were trying to break him. None of the sides trusted him now. Not SHIELD, not Hydra. Or SHIELD was afraid what had changed, and Hydra did not want to risk themselves outing out to save him. He knew it would ended up like that.

He knew that with Phil gone, only Natasha might actually be interested in saving him. He was surprised that she did not come yet. Did she not know, what are they doing? Or was she going through the same thing.

At this thought, Clint could feel his heart bounce in speed, but he quickly forced it down again. The rest of his body did not move and did not give any indication of his thought. He was too well trained, by both Hydra and SHIELD.

By the amount of food they had left him, they wanted him to be alone for at least a week or two. And it was three days at minimum. Not that he could look forward to what will happen afterwards.

She heard the door getting unlocked and he looked towards it. He sat up on the bed. How could have been? Natasha? Or did SHIELD wanted to try something else?

When the doors opened and he saw the person on the other side of the door, he was surprised. He never expected him to come here. Did SHIELD ask him as an interrogator? But he doubted that SHIELD would have just taken it in stride.

He signed with one open hand towards him. Tony looked impatient. But he was looking in his direction.

Clint was confused, but he is not going to look the gifted horse in the teeth. Even when he was sure that he might regret it later. He stood up and walked towards Tony.

Tony had already turned as soon as Clint stood up, walking all the way through the maze, like he would have know it where he was going. But as far as Clint was remembering, they were not taking the direct road.

“Do you even know where are we going?” Clint asked, as he went to walk next to Tony.

Tony tapped his left ear with his finger. Clint looked and he realized that he is having a listening device in his ear. Clint was confused, but Tony did not elaborate. He did put his fingers to his lips.

What he was surprised at was, that they did not see a living soul in this corridors. Sure it was the long road, but still, there should have been somebody there.

Tony suddenly stopped and he grabbed Clint’s arm and pushed him to the corridor next to them, and into the first room. He closed the doors behind him.

They waited like that for a minute, then Tony opened the doors again, and they were going forward.

Clint was starting to feel uncomfortable. They had taken his hearing aids, when they left him in the cell. They only gave them back, when they wanted to interrogate him. He realized that Tony was not only listening to the help in his ear, but also he could hear if somebody is coming. He could not.

They took a sudden turn a couple of more time, returning to the original path a couple of minutes later. Clint was surprised that Tony appeared to be capable of hide from the whole SHIELD.

They came close to the entry, and Clint could see three guards standing there. He was trying to find a way, that he could incubated all of them. He could probably done it without them sounding the alarm. As long as they did not start the searching protocol.

Tony looked like he did not care in the world and started to walk towards them. Clint grabbed his hand and pulled him back.

He was surprised when he realized that Tony was surprised by that. He seems to be concentrating on something, and he just push him out of it.

Tony glared at him, then rolled his eyes. He pulled his arm back, and walked to the security guards. He then turn around himself, but they did not react. Like he was not there.

Clint decided to follow him. He could still stop all of them and run away. But they looked right at him, and did not react at all. No hello and no stopping him.

Clint felt so uncomfortable, that he just walked in a brisk manner outside, Tony following him.

After they came to the forest, Tony poked him in a shoulder and pointed in the other direction. Clint had nothing to lose, so he followed.

They walked about a kilometer, and Tony made them hide in a bush a couple of times, so that they did not find them. Clint did not know why they hided, when the guards had no reaction, but also he was surprised that SHIELD agents, there were also some high level agents there, did not find them.

They arrived at the highway and Tony pulled himself up, Clint following him. As he looked down, there was nothing there.

By the time they came down, he could see the car pulling over, with Pepper and somebody else in it. Tony waved at them and went inside. Clint followed and went to the shotgun position in the car. It was the only position still empty.

After a couple of dozens of kilometers, the car pulled over again and Clint did not recognize the house. But he guessed that Tony could rent any house in the world that he wanted. Or at least the ones that money and influences could rent out.

Tony on his group went inside. Clint followed. Stark broke him out of SHIELD prison, so he as hell is going to find out why. And if there are any strings attached. Trust Stark to forget to mention that part.

As he came inside, he realized that the room is well lit and specious. It is something he imagined Stark to own, not just rent. He looked at the sofa and sat down. There is no way that he is going to sit on his politeness.

Tony rolled his eyes, and went to retrieve something. So did Pepper. The third guy, the one that Clint still did not know who it was, sat down as well.

Tony came back in a minute, followed by Pepper who was having a drink with her. It appeared to be a jar go juice and four glasses.

Tony on the other hand, had a small box in his arms. He threw the box to Clint, who looked at Tony in surprise.

Tony looked at Pepper, and took a glass from the table, where Pepper left it. He gulped the whole glass, then took another.

Clint stopped looking at him, and looked inside the box. Then he looked at Tony, who just glanced at him, then made a small curve like movement toward his torso, with his hand turned upward.

Clint blinked, then he touched his chin with flat hand and made a opening move with it, as he grinned. He should have known by now, not to underestimate Tony Stark.

He took the hearing aids from the boxes and put them on. As he put one on, he could hear Tony and Pepper talk about how she does not like him to put himself in danger and him how he needs to do what is right. The third one was just quiet.

He put the second one in as well. He was surprised they fit so well and that they were calibrated just the way he needed it. But he is not about to look at gifted horse in the teeth.

Tony turned to him, just as he was finishing. “Done?”

Clint nodded. Tony had an impeccable timing.

Tony looked around. “Pepper, Happy, Clint.” He pointed at each of them.

Clint would have liked some more explanation, but he still nodded to Pepper and Happy.

“So, what now?” Clint asked. He really wanted to know, why the had broken him out of prison.

And he did not like to beat around the bush. He wanted answers.

Pepper rolled her eyes. “Be careful. If I hear again, how you almost died, I promise that I will haunt you in the afterlife.” She turned around after that and left.

Happy stood up and nodded to Tony, then left after her.

Tony looked after them for a while. He had that wishful face on him. But it did not look tat serious. Not for the first time Clint asked himself, how much does he actually knows about Tony Stark.

Tony turned back to him and sat down, taking another glass of juice. Clint taking suit and realizing that it seems to be freshly squeezed. Not something that he had a preference for not something he drank a lot. There is no a lot of time during mission or working to freshly squeeze the juice.

“What do you want to do now?” Tony asked. Clint realized that it is Tony’s answer to his previous questions.

Clint shrugged. He had no idea. Not like there were a lot of people that he even had. Maybe Natasha, and that is all. No group to be faithful to either. Especially after…

“Don’t know. Did not really think I needed to think about it.” He tried to joked with his imprisonment. But it was not that funny. He would prefer to be free and think about it than not.

Tony did not laugh. Clint guessed that he did not find it funny. Considering the people around him, maybe he is too full of humor like that.

“Why did you save me?” Clint asked. Natasha did not come, but Tony did. He wanted to know why. What he wanted to know even more was why Natasha did not come, but he doubted that Tony knew.

“You are part of the Avengers.” was Tony’s reply.

Clint blinked. For SHILED, the Avengers Initiative was something Nick Fury did to occupy Coulson. Sure he believed it was a good idea, but without Coulson running would be unproductive. There is no way that SHIELD will keep supporting the Avengers.

But he guesses that for Tony, maybe even Bruce, the situation was different. Maybe even Steve and Thor would be interested. That is most of the Avengers already. And if nothing else SHIELD would ask Natasha to join them just to make sure they would not do something too destructive.

“You can’t trust me.” Clint said.

Tony turned to him with a glare. He looked him up and down and Clint felt like he could see inside of him. Which was non-sense.

“I don’t care what allegiance you have, I trust you.” Tony said eventually, but his speaking was slow, like he weighed his every word.

“Allegiance?” Clint asked, as he put the glass down. The ones that capture and torture him or the ones that would not save him, lets they risk revealing themselves.

“SHIELD, Hydra… it is all the same for me.”

Clint moved quickly and he had Tony pined down underneath him. There was nobody that knew about his allegiance to Hydra. Or at least supposed allegiance. What was Tony doing?

Then he realized that he outed himself. But Tony to be even taking a guess like that means that he already knew a lot.

The next moment he could feel the depression taking hold of him and him getting weaker. He willed himself to be strong, but he was fighting a losing battle. A couple of seconds later, Tony could easily pushed him away, as he stood up.

Tony looked at him in indifference and Clint just wanted to be alone. There is no way that there is anything good on the world. Coulson dies and Natasha don’t like him. There is nothing to live for anymore.

Just as quickly as the emotion came, it also left. Clint blinked away the last part of them, as he realized inside of him, that he was just attacked by the empath.

So either Tony is empath, which is not very likely, or he employes one and he trust him, which is even less likely. He sat up, his arm on his leg and looked up at Tony. “I guess you are also hiding things from people.”

“Not that anybody would believe if you told them.” He said.

“You asked me what now.” Tony started. He waited until Clint nodded. He apparently did not like being ignored. “I just want to put another piece on the board. Simply because I think you will do me more good than bad.”

“If you are wrong?” Clint asked.

“I am never wrong.” was Tony’s confident reply. He then pointed to the nearby drawer. “There are finances for a first couple of days in there, a couple of cloths.” He pointed to the wardrobe. “The copy of your bow is in the there. I made some improvements. But I could not get the original one.” He then shrugged. “Any questions?”

Clint stood up to look at the bow that Tony pointed out. He put the arrows on his back and took one and fired it. It went right next to Tony’s head and ended up in the wall on the opposite side. He tired the string again.

“Nice work.” He said as he put the bow back on his bag along with the arrows. He also took both guns in there. He then looked at the arrow that was there.

“You really believe that Avengers still exist?” He asked.

“Of course they do.” Tony said. “When we are needed, w are all going to be there.”

Tony waited a couple of more seconds, then turned around to leave.

Clint looked up. “And Tony?” Tony stopped as he titled his head back to listen, but did not turn. “Thank you. For everything.”

Immortal Series: Graveyard [Detective Conan Fanfiction]

Kaito was leaving the graveyard, when he saw a child standing alone under the roof of an old temple. Figuring he does not have anything else to do, he walked to the temple. Aoko would never leave a lonely child alone. Something that she gets from him.

The child looked lost in thought, sitting with his back leaning to the wall, looking up. He had a serious expression that Kaito had only seen once before in the child’s face. Come to think of it, he did look similar as well.

“Are you lost?” Kaito asked, as he came close to the child, still careful to leave enough space between them. He did not want to scare a poor child.

The child jerked his head to look at him in surprise. Then in the next second a smiling face was put on. One that Kaito had seen a lot when he was smaller. “I am fine. I am just waiting for my parents.”

Kaito looked around, but there was nobody there. And in this rain, it would be unusual for anybody to be walking around. He looked at the boy, and smiled. He sat down next to him, putting his umbrella next to him. The boy seems to be taken aback, not expecting that, and he blinked. He did not know what to expect.

Kaito used his confusion, and put a deck of cards from the pocket. “Do you want to see a magic trick?”

The boy slowly nodded, but Kaito could not see a lot of enthusiasm there. He motioned for the boy to take a card, and the boy slowly did it. Kaito looked at him and he looked the card from all directions. Interesting.

The boy looked at Kaito and he motioned to put the card back. Kaito mixed the cards, noticing with what intense concentration the child was looking at his cards. Then Kaito put the upper card up and it was the spade of seven.

The child rrolled his eyes. “That was an easy trick.”

“Oh?” Kaito said, as he continued mixing the deck. It did not happen frequently that people were able to follow the speed of his hands.

“You did not mix the card with the others. You had put it on the top at the end. That is why you put the card with your whole hand.” the child said.

Kaito smiled, but inside his mind was starting to work. This was too strong of a feeling to be just a deja vu. “I see we have a critic here.” He put the deck of cards away. Maybe…

The child looked away. “Critic?” The child smirked, but there was no satisfaction there. “Yes, I guess I am.”

Could it really be? He had put a hem of the cap lower over his face. “What had happened to you?”

Child looked at him, figuring out his mask slipped. “Why do you ask that?” He smiled, but Kaito was no longer fooled.

“What had happened to you, detective? I was under the impression you solved that problem.”

The child looked like he is going to pretend to be confused. But was stopped before he could say anything.

“Is it still Conan? Or did you choose a different name this time, Kudou?” Kaito was turned, looking over the graveyard. But he was still keeping an eye on the child.

The child’s face was a rainbow of different emotions, that were all expressed in a couple of seconds. Then the attentive, confident detective face came there. It did not take more than a couple of second, to utter a response. “KID?”

That was quick. He grinned at Conan next to him. “I would ask you what gave me away, but I am more interested in that.” He waived his hand to indicate Conan’s condition.

“I don’t know.” Conan said, a frustration coloring his voice. “Haibara was the only one that knew about the drug.”

“She had been dead for decades.” Kaito noted. He remembered it. She died in Stockholm, protecting her fellow Nobel prize winners from extremists. “Is there nobody else?”

“There wasn’t.” Conan said. “It was her project from start to finish.”

Which, now that Kaito thinks about it, would make it creepy how close they were. Does he not possesses any self-perseverance instinct? Not that he was one to point that out. But he already knew he lacked his.

Kaito noticed that the rain was slowly stopping. He stood up, and took his umbrella. “I think we will be much more comfortable inside. Come on.”

Conan looked at him in surprise. “You are inviting me home?”

“Yes?” Kaito said slowly. What was Conan… “I have not been a criminal for over half a century.”

Conan stood up and he started to walk next to him. They were walking in silence for a couple of minute, nearing the exit of the graveyard. There was nobody there.

They made their way to the exit. “I am certain you story is just as weird as mine.”

Kaito looked surprised at Conan, and he saw him looking forward solemn. “My story?”

“You don’t walk like an old person, and the speed of the hand show you don’t have anything on them. So that means you had not aged at all.”

Kaito smiled, as he looked forward. “If my hunch is correct, you are in for the same ride. And let me warn you, it is going to be bumpy. A bit.”

The came closer to the station in front of the graveyard, and there were people there. So Conan stopped asking questions for now.

Immortal Series: Finding Pandora [Detective Conan Fanfiction]

Kaito entered the pub in the village. He saw that even though it was a middle of the day, there were some people there. He could see that people looked in his direction, trying to figure out what is a foreign like that doing in their village. But there was no suspicion.

Kaito smiled, as he came to the bartender. “Chicha morada.”

He took a seat bar at the, as he waited for the bartender to get him his drink.

“Thank you.” Kaito said in fluent Spanish, as he took the drink. “Can you tell me where could I find a place to sleep? I was hoping I could stay here a day or two.”

“We don’t get a lot of tourists here.” another person in the bar asked.

Kaito looked in surprise. “I don’t know why, it is a nice village.”

“It is, isn’t it?” the person said, as he took his drink.

Kaito sipped his drink, while looking around the room and taking the atmosphere in. It was relaxed and it did not look like people are in a hurry at all. He was sure that most of them are relaxing and then they will go to their families.

There came a man in his early thirties. “I heard that you are looking for a place to stay?”

Kaito put his drink away. “Yes. I want to look around a little.”

One conversation later and Kaito had a place to sleep tonight. He spend the rest of the day simply exploring the village, striking the conversation with as many people as possible and buying supplies that he will need next. The next day was the same.

The third day, he woke up early, and bid goodbye to the people there, continuing on his road. He spend a couple of hours walking to the foot of the mountain, but there was no other traveling possibility. He sat down and looked at his map. So far it seems like he was on the right track.

He continued on this road until late afternoon, when he arrived at the cliff. he found a nice place to set a tent. He ate some of the food and drunk water, enjoying the last pieces of light outside. He was so close to the goal. He also knew that tomorrow will be harder.

He woke in time to enjoy the sunrise in the distance. It was beautiful and seeing the view bathed in its light was breathtaking. It put a smile on his face.

He climbed the rest of the mountain, making sure to stay on track. It was hard work, but he managed to reach the cave and entered it. He looked around and at the first sight it looked just like a normal cave.

He pulled out the flashlight and walked further in, looking around. He then saw in front of him two skeletons lying on the ground. He had to stop for a moment, then he focused the light on them. They had to been here for a while. There was not a fibber left on them.

Kaito was continuing very carefully, since he did not want to end up like them. Until he came in front of the wall. It was a dead end.

Kaito examined the wall, but it looked like a normal wall. He pat it, thinking what to do now, when he looked at his arm. There was blue dust stuck on it. The same blue dust that was in the ground. He smelled it and then he took a lighter out and fired the place that he had touched before.

The fire revealed a picture made out of a spider web like lines. Kaito took a step back and looked at it, revealing a picture of an old magician. The one that Kaito knew from the stories that his father had told him.

He took a stick and put some of that powder on the stick, completing the image. When the image was complete, the wall opened.

Kaito entered there and it was on the pedestal, like the story said. He walked there, but then he noticed that the ground was uneven. Like there was something carved in it. He looked at it, and it was a magic circle. He stepped back, making sure that he was outside of it.

“What I am supposed to do now?”

The Torn Away Comicbook's Pages [MCU Fanfiction]

Tony came home and looked around. When he realized that nobody is around, he sagged and almost lay on the chair. It was hard to keep the mask up from time to time. He did not even want to look up.

“Are you alright, sir?” JARVIS asked as Dummy came close to him, hovering over him.

“Am I?” Tony asked them back, turning around to look up. “I don’t know anymore.”

They all sat there is silence, as he was thinking about the Avengers and their battle against Loki.

JARVIS waited patiently along with any other AI that Tony had in their house. There was a reason why they were the best AI in existence, and it had nothing to do with technology. And everything to do with Tony being only half Midgardian. And having magic, where only outlet had been technology in order to control it.

“I felt it.” was suddenly said in the air, with only his AI to listen to him.

“Felt what, sir?” was JARVIS’s inquiry when Tony did not complete his sentence.

“Loki, his magical energy…” He paused for a second.“It was the same as mine. Mine vibrated along with him. It was like it finally find the thing that completed it.”

“You mean like a parent and a child?” JARVIS wanted to clarify.

Tony turned around in a chair and looked at his station. “Parent-child bond. That can work. That can really work.”

“You thought something else, sir? It seems like that idea was not in your head.”

“Well, I was thinking more in a way of romantic soul mate. Which is not true in any way. I have Pepper. I don’t plan to cheat on her with a megalomaniac from space.”

“You are rambling sir.” JARVIS stopped him, but there was a joke in his voice.

Tony stopped like somebody slapped him. He looked at a lot older and resigned. “I knew Pepper is too good for me.”

“If you managed to survive, you will probably outlive her. You can always pursue that after she passes away. If you are going to still be interested in him in a half of century.”

“I mean, he went to Asgard as a criminal. He will probably not return to earth for at least a human lifetime. There is no point to get worried about it.” Tony stood up and walked out of his room. He ran until he came to the viewing hall. He looked over the floor.

“If you are looking for his blood, I think that was some on the wall on your left.”

“Was?” Tony asked amused as he still walked to the wall.

“I need an excuse in case you will not find any.” at these JARVIS’ words Tony laughed.

“When did I ever hold it against you?”

“In joking? 489 times sir. But I know you never meant it.”

Tony collected some blood and put it in the hole next yo him. “Analyze it and compare it with my blood. Maybe we really are related.”

“Already on it sir.” was the JARIVS’ reply.

Don't Piss JARVIS Off [MCU Fanfiction]

Tony and Steve glared at each other. There was a tense silence around them. Steve then turned around. "I can't believe you would agree with something like that."

"Not everybody can be Mister Perfect." Tony replied, as he turned around, picking the clout that he had threw away before and made his way to his workshop.

Steve had continued looking after Tony, until he eventually sat down, his head down and he leaned on his hands.

"You look like your pet just died."

Steve looked up into Clint's face. He appeared to just come from training ground, as he had his training clothes in, and his bow in his hand. Clint put the bow on a table, looking expectantly at Steve.

"It is nothing." Steve said.

Clint sat down on the sofa. "If that looks like nothing, I don't want to see you being really down." Clint said. "People will think that the world ended."

"I just wish that Tony would not be so stubborn." Steve said. "That arrogant, know-it-all, I-am-the-smartest-person-in-a-room playboy..."

"You would do well to keep your criticism to yourself in my presence, which is everywhere in this tower, Mister Rogers." came the polite British voice.

"I will say what I mean." Steve said. "I don't believe in mincing words."

"Steve?" Clint said in a careful voice. "Maybe we could continue this talk somewhere else?"

Steve looked at Clint and he noticed that he was actually tense, which he wasn't when he arrived. Was he afraid of the artificial intelligences like JARVIS?

"Doesn't matter." Steve said, as he stood up. "It's not important."

Steve then decided to leave the room, leaving Clint behind.

In the next couple of days Steve had forgotten about the whole ordeal. It was not until a couple of weeks later, that he recalled it.

Steve was investigating the remains of Hydra, when he come across their plan to attack Tony inside his mansion. He hurried back, hoping to be able to come back in time. He called the rest of the Avengers in the way, but only Clint was close enough to get there at around the same time as Steve. The others were further away.

When they both arrived at the mansion, the stopped at their tracks. The windows were broken, and there were bullet holes in the walls.

Steve and Clint run inside of the house, but then they stopped at their tracks. What they saw inside of the house were Hydra agents lying on the ground. Some of the bodies were ripped apart, while the others had their limbs amputated. One had his head crushed.

"What the hell happened here?" asked Clint, when he looked around, lowering his bow.

Steve knelt next to one of the bodies. "That was not caused by Tony." He looked around, taking each body in. "He is also not here."

"There where is he?" Clint asked in frustration.

Steve could agree with the sentiment. So many bodies, and no trace of Tony. Not to mention, who did this?

The JARVIS' said: "Sir is currently in his workshop and I see..."

But Steve did not wait for the sentence to end, but he run down the stairs. Unlike the upper part of the house, this one seems the same as always. When he arrived at the bottom of the stairs, he saw Tony working, oblivious to the state upstairs. Steve could feel Clint stopping behind him, when he opened the doors.

Tony looked up, and he saw Steve and Clint in the battle outfit. He clapped. "Mute." He then stood up. "Was there a call for Avengers?"

"Was there a call… Are you even aware of what is going on?" Steve said, as he come closer.

Tony blinked, as he took looked at Steve. "I am working?"

"I think he is referring to the pile of bodies upstairs." Clint said, hoping that for one they could skip the whole fighting because of misunderstanding part.

"Pile of bodies?" Tony looked confused as he made his way up. "JARVIS?"

"Yes, sir?" JARVIS replied, and it sounded like he was amused by the situation.

Tony arrived at the living room, and he looked around. There was a smile on his face. "Protocol heart?"

"Yes, sir." came the reply. "I already called the cleaning crew."

Tony looked around and sighed. "Pepper won't like this. And I had such good plans for our holidays."

Steve and Clint looked confused behind him. Clint eventually asked: "What is protocol heart?"

Tony looked up at Steve. "Oh, you don't know about it. Protocol heart is JARVIS' protocol in case my or Pepper's lives are in danger."

Steve looked around the destruction. "Are you saying that JARVIS did this? All of this?"

"Sure." Tony said. "This is not even the worst one."

"I knew JARVIS was scary, but this takes the cake." Clint said under his breath. Which made Tony laugh.

"Nobody messes with me." Tony said with the smiling face. "You should have seen what happened to Kelvin."

"That was you?" Clint asked, his face wide open. There was admiration on his face.

"Nope." Tony said. "That was all JARVIS."

Steve looked from one to another. "I thought JARVIS was just an artificial intelligence."

"Whit access to all my electronic systems." Tony said.

Steve suddenly blanched, remembering the warning that JARVIS gave him a couple of week ago. If that was meant seriously… "We should change locations."

Clint snickered, guessing why Steve was suddenly a little more nervous. But they still went along with his idea. After all, none of them liked being surrounded by bodies.

Student Exchange [Detective Conan Fanfiction]

Kudou Shinichi

As soon as he woke up, Shinichi realized that he is not in his house. Not that he had given any indication. He just lied in bed, until he remembered the deal with that magician. He groaned.

He stood up from the bed, glad that for once there were no explosions. Considering in what house was he, it was too calm.

He looked through the bag, to see what Kaito had prepared him for his day. He shook his head at the props for tricks. He decided to also include at least one notebook and pen.

On the way he stopped to buy a newspaper as well, but there was nothing interesting written in it. He still pocketed it.

A little before entering the school, he could see a girl waving at him. He recognised her as Nakamori Aoko, inspectors daughter and Kaito's classmate and friend. He waved back and waited for her to reach him.

"Aoko, how are you?" asked Shinichi, as she reached him. "Staying up late again because of your father?"

"Not my fault he is having a lot of work because of that good for nothing thief." Aoko said, as they started to walk toward the school.

Shinichi inwardly flinched, but he did not show anything on the outside. It must be hard. Not only lying to the best friend, he had experience with that, but also his best friend hating his other persona. No wonder Kaito has low self-esteem.

"Well, KID might actually have a good reason for doing it." Shinichi said after listening to her for a while. "It is not like anybody knows why he does it."

"It is still wrong." Aoko said, as she started to go quicker. Shinichi decided to not try to aflame this short temper. If she was anything like Ran, or even Sera, it could be dangerous.

They reached the classroom, and Aoko took her chair, not noticing the people in the room. She was steaming from anger and looked outside from the window.

But Shinichi stopped at seeing one of the other high school detective sitting in the front row, with the book in front of his face. Considering the concentration, it must have been a really interesting book. He wished that Kaito would warn him beforehand.

Around Aoko the rest of the girl gathered and they started to talk about KID. It seems that she was a minority about supporting KID, but they were also more tactful about it.

Shinichi made his way to his chair and made the newspaper appear from the thin air. It was an easy trick, and the newspaper actually came from the bag, but it seems like it was something Kaito would do.

He started to read about the serial killer that was ramping around Osaka. Hattori called him about it. It seems that they still had no clue about it, but it also did not seemed like a case that Hattori could not handle by himself.

In that moment he noticed that a purple haired woman lowered the newspaper from his face. He hoped that he was not expected to talk with her, since he had no idea who she was. He figured that Kaito most likely got a easier way out. Not to mention he probably made all the research beforehand.

"Not sure it is a good day for that." she said, as she leaned closer to Shinichi, who leaned back. "Some other day would have been better."

"For what?" Shinichi said, as he tried to appear as unconcerned as possible. "It is not like I am planing anything for today."

"That is hard to believe." Hakuba said, as he now turned back to Shinichi. "Resting after the long night?"

"I slept quite well, thank you." said Shinichi to him. "Or were you expecting me doing something else?"

"You know what I mean." Hakuba said, but he looked at Aoko with this words.

"Hakuba, you are wrong." She giggled, but for some reason Shinichi was more scared than before. "He is not a thief."

With these words she left that place and sat herself down again, getting quickly surrounded by boys.

"But nothing happened yesterday, right?" Hakuba asked.

Shinichi was still looking after Akako, so the questions surprised him, as he turned back to Hakuba. "Nothing." He looked back at Akako. "What's up with her?"

"Nothing more than usual." Hakuba said. He than lowered his voice. "Something is amiss, so be careful."

With these words he turned around. Shinichi now noticed that the teacher appeared and that they are to start the class. And the first lesson was on English.

By the fifth minute, Shinichi was bored. He could not believe the level of the teaching here. Sure, he had to take into account, that he was during two years at the same time, but at least the English hours were fun from time to time. Especially now that Jodie came to help again. Not today, since she was sick, but other days.

But here they were during drills and explanations for sentences forming only.

The teacher was nervelessly looking at him from time to time, but Shinichi dismissed it as insignificant. It is not like he was planing to do something. Then he realized that she is not seeing him, but Kaito, and maybe Kaito is always planing something.

Shinichi could feel the empathy. The lessons were downright boring.

He could feel the message appear in his phone. He did not even care about what the professor is going to say, and he took the phone out and read Kaito's message: 'How many papers do you need to write?'

He smiled as he glanced at the teacher, who was just ignoring him. He wrote a reply: 'A lot. More interesting than your classes.' and chuckled. If Kaito can get thrown into the deep end of the pool with school work, than maybe he should be as well. Just not with school work but with entertaining himself.

He looked around, trying to deduce as many people as possible, to try and predict their reactions. Beside the purple haired female from before, it was not that hard. For some reason his intuition was going against his detective instinct. He honestly did not feel like he wants to know her secret.

He than looked at his bag, and noticed that he has everything for what he had in mind. He quickly checked the trick on the internet. It took him less than five minutes to figure out how is he going to do it. And then another ten of him witting and playing with paper, to have the preparations finished.

He looked around, and then he threw a smoke bomb, managing to quickly move and deposit one of the papers on each desk, even the purple haired one. Then he added the paper rose to each of them. Not that they were normal paper roses, then each had a distinct smell and were needed for the second part.

He was bored, so he added a flower crowns on a couple of people. He did it on Hakuba as well, just because he figured that Kaito would have not missed him.

The dust settled and none of them were startled. So it was an everyday occurrence. They realized that they have a paper with correct answers on their table, along with the flower. Then Shinichi smiled, as some of them touched them, and they were covered with colourful dust.

But he also noted that some of them did looked at them in distrust. Even the ones that picked them up were with the long suffering face, of lets get this over with feeling. Hakuba was in the second group.

He made sure that only some people, including the teacher, had these colourful flowers. Neither Aoko, Hakuba nor the purple haired women had one of these.

The teacher also had the biggest colourful dust cloud, so unlike the students that only got some, the teacher was covered in it completely. Shinichi wondered if he went overboard, since he doubted that the teacher could see anything.

The teacher then run away from the class, and Shinichi looked at him in surprise.

Hakuba turned back to him. "Less than a week. That must have been a new record."

Shinichi shuddered. "He was not strong willed enough." He took a book from his bag and started to read the book on the usage of the sleeping drugs and how they can be detected by forensics. He decided to ignore Hakuba and read until the next class. Seemed like the safest bet.

Shinichi continued to read the book, when the next teacher came to the room. He did not even bother to look up from the book, until he got the chalk to the head. Then he saw the teacher with a bunch of papers in her hands. He decided to sigh loudly, as he realized what had happened. Did Kaito made him write practice tests for entrance exams?

"Kaito, could you try to not disturb class this time?" the teacher said, as she put the papers down. She also did not seems to be convinced that this is going to work.

"Promise I won't do anything while exam is in session. No promises for afterwards." Shinichi said, as he grinned. There was one way he could get back at Kaito. Especially considering how he always wanted to pretend he was average in public.

Teacher did not seems to be convinced, but she also seems to have given up on trying to get him to not do anything. She started to pass along the exam papers.

Shinichi waited to get his own paper, and for the teacher to stop talking about the rules and so on. It was a short mock exam, so it would only last 40 minutes. Then she gave a sigh to start.

When Shinichi turned around, he smiled even more. It was chemistry and there was no way, that he would not be able to get a perfect score on it.

He was surprised that it was that easy. Some nomenclature questions for organic chemistry, then the differences between different groups of organic structures. It followed with some of the amino acids and then with the reductions. There were also chemical reactions between different salts, acids and bases. The exam finished with the periodic table knowledge and some calculations about the chemical mass.

Shinichi finished in twenty minutes, even with additional notes and footnotes that he had added. He pushed the paper away and glanced at the teacher, that just looked at him in surprise, but also suspicion. He smiled at her, and stood up, even when it was technically against the rules, depositing the paper on her table and went back to reading his book. There is no way that he is going to be looking in the air for twenty minutes that were left.

A couple of minute later he also noticed Hakuba finishing, but unlike him, he remained seated at his chair and did not rise up. Not that it was Shinichi's thing to worry about. If Hakuba wants to stare in the air and think, he can.

Most of the rest of the class, that Shinichi could see from his chair, was actually working hard on it, and they seems to be having problems as well. Two of the people in the row in front of him were even biting the pencils. One of the others was looking depressed at the paper and stopped writing. Shinichi doubted that she will be be able to continue.

He wondered why the rest of them were so worried about it. He knew that there are a lot of suicides in the third year of high school, he participated in the detective work for multiple of them, but he never understood the feeling.

The time was up, and the teacher was walking around collecting papers and talking with them. She then left the room as quickly as possible, like she was afraid something was going to happen to the papers. She said that she is going to be back after break.

Shinichi now noticed that every one in the class was looking at him in a weird way. He looked at all of them, but since none were offering the explanation, he stood up and left the classroom. It was a break anyway.

After he exited the classroom, he could feel somebody following him. He continued down the hall, and when seeing the stars to the roof, he decided to just go and take some air.

He left the doors behind him opened as he looked at the city below. It was different than Beika, but not that different. Still, it shows that each part of Tokyo has a unique style. After all, Tokyo alone has more citizens than some countries.

He could hear steps coming closer, and he turned around to see who was following him. He was surprised to fine a purple haired girl from his class. Not the person he was expecting. And he did not even know who it was. Kaito's girlfriend?

"I know you are not Kuroba." she said, as she went and sat down at the edge. "And I am not planing to commit suicide, so don't worry."

Shinichi retraced this arms, that he had forward, hoping to catch her, if she wanted to fall down. He let them fall down to his body, just hanging there. He sat down. "For my defence, it was his idea."

"I know." she said, not looking at him. "You have that devil like aggressiveness to you. Otherwise I would have missed it as well. Since you are also protected from my charm."

"Not that you are not pretty, but I have a girlfriend." Shinichi said.

"My magical charm." Akako said with a smile. "And it is real magic, unlike the triks that Kuruba is using. "

Shinichi looked at her in scepticism. "Sorry miss, but you are speaking like the magic exist. Which everybody know it does not."

She smiled an enigmatic smile. "Want to bet on it?"

"The last time I went to bet something, it put me in this mess." He stood up to leave. "And I don't like betting when I know that I am going to win."

"Kuroba could tell you that you would lose." She said, and she looked as confident as before. "Let me give you a piece of warning. During lunch break, go back to your own school. The flower festival is going to lead to poisoning. Too bad for allergies."

She walked away and down the stair again. Shinichi shuddered, but then decided to just ignore the weird encounter. Except for one thing. Festival as in school festival and how some of his classmates were trying drugs, especially amphetamines, or in the worst case, the opium that they would produce themselves with puppy seeds. It is why he asked the nurse to stuck on the Naloxone. Would have worked in either case.

And a person form the neighbouring class, Takada Hino, could have potentially have deadly reaction from taking it.

But that would mean that he would be trusting somebody that think magic is real. He can not fall that low to be worried because of the words of the lunatic.

He went back to the class, preparing to spend another two hours being bored.

When he entered class, being a minute late, he appeared in his chair without anybody noticing how it happened. Well, Shinichi was sure Hakuba, and maybe that weird woman did, but nobody else.

The words still did not leave him alone, so he wrote Kaito a message: 'You don't really believe in magic, right? I mean real magic, not tricks like the ones you do.'

He glared at the mobile phone as he waited for an answer. He already realized that as long as he is not completely destroying the class, everything is allowed for him.

He quote the answer quite quickly. But it was only: 'Akako can be quite persuasive.' Which did not help Shinichi at all. He had exactly as much information as before.

The lunch break had come, and Shinichi relaxed. He did not think that school could be this boring. Then he remembered his time as Conan, and looked around. It was almost as boring as the first grade, and at the first grade at least there were not just lectures, but had art and other things to do.

He noticed Hakuba turning to him, as he took the lunch from his bag. It was homemade fruit salad, in a small and nice, elegant cup with a fork. He had a strawberry milk with him as well, and Shinichi noticed that it was of a soy variety.

Aoko had also brought home made lunch, and it was sandwich. Shinichi did not bother deducing the contents.

He allowed himself a look back, and noticed that the weird purple haired person was getting lunch from multiple men. And all of them looked like it was the greatest honour that she even took their lunch, even if she ate something else.

Shinichi turned around and looked out the window.

"You seems to be quite interested in Akako today." said Aoko next to him.

Shinichi turned to her, and started to think. Coincidence? Not very likely. "I am just interested."

Aoko poked him in the hips. "Seems to be a little out of your league, right?" She turned to Hakuba, who nodded, but it looked like just out of politeness and was intently looking at Shinichi.

"Idiot, why would I be interested in her." Shinichi said, as he rolled his eyes. He took his own lunch out, the three pieces of fruit and two energy bars. A lot simpler lunch than the rest of them. He is missing Ran's lunches. Come to think of it, he is missing Ran as well.

"Well, it just always seems like Kaito is not interested in anybody." Aoko said, as she looked at lunch.

Hakuba leaned forward now, intensely looking at Shinichi, like only now realizing something. He looked a couple of seconds more, to conform his deduction. He than pulled on Shinichi's cheek.

"Why would you do that for." Shinichi said, as he rubbed his cheek. That hurt.

"You are not Kuroba, right?" Hakuba said, with the smirk on his face. "But I can't quite figure out who are you."

"Don't joke, Hakuba." Aoko said, as she bumped him. "This is clearly Kaito."

Shinichi leaned back, as he looked at Hakuba. "Correct. What gave me away?"

Aoko blinked as she looked at him. "Don't joke about that, Kaito."

"You actually wrote the correct answered to the chemical test, you read books instead of looking at the newspaper the whole day, you pulled more pranks than Kaito normally does the day after. And you have a different pattern of hear growth above forehead."

Shinichi just shuddered, as he took his stuff in his bag. "Since this was his idea," he said, as he took the bag and stood up. "I think I am going to kick him out from my class."

"But who are you?" Shinichi could hear Hakuba say behind him, but he did not turn. He walked out of the class and to the nearest tram station. It is still going to take him close to an hour to reach his school, just in time to quickly check how the preparation fr festival are coming along.

As he came to the subway station, he noticed Hakuba behind him as bought the ticket. So he bought two and gave one to Hakuba hiding behind the group of people without explanation. Hakuba looked at it and then at Shinichi.

"Are you coming or not?" Shinichi said, "You can ask me questions on the way." he walked to the line where the subway for Beika was to come in 5 minutes. He sat down.

"We started on the wrong foot. Kudou Shinichi." Shinichi said, as he offered his hand for a handshake. Hakuba took his hand in his. "I am a high school detective, similar to you."

"You are the one that that Kansai idiot talks about." Hakuba said, as he sat down next to him. "I started to wonder if you were real, since you were nowhere to be find."

Shinichi laughed. He then waived his hand. "I did not want to be found. Even now I am trying to stay out of media, but at least living a normal life should be save."

He looked at Hakuba, that looked like he wanted to question a hell out of him. "It is a long story, and not really connected to this."

"So how did Kuroba talk you into this?" Hakuba asked in interest.

Shinichi looked a little uncomfortable at the questions, since it was part of that long explanation. "Let's just say that I owed him a favour. So we made a bet."

"A favour?" Hakuba said, as he looked in disbelief.

At this the train for Beika arrived and Shinichi stood up and walked inside of it. Hakuba followed him, still interested in the answer.

They found two empty seats, since it was not rush hour, and Shinichi looked around. The he lowered himself to Hakuba. "He helped to save a life of one of my friends." He said in a quieter voice. "Not that anybody knows it was him."

Hakuba then looked around the train. "And were are we going now?" he asked. He noticed that it is going south, but he had no idea where the end station is going to be.

"At my school. I told you that I can now kick Kuroba out of my class." he then looked around. "I am a student at Teitan high school."

The phone started to ring. Shinichi tried to get it, but it went out of his hands, and he run after it through the train. He finally got it. "It is Kaito." he said as an answer to Hakuba's questioning look.

"I did not expect you to call me.." he said as a hello.

"Well, there is a dead body lying on the ground. This is more your expertise." Kaito said, his voice sounded calm, and there was no usual joking undertones.

"Who?" said Shinichi. If it was Takada Hino...

"Who?" Kaito said in confusion. Shinichi could hear Ran talk in the background and then Kaito repeated the name. "Takada Hino."

So that means that there is still a chance he was alive. "How do you know he is dead?"

"Ah?" came Kaito's confused answer.

"How do you know he is dead?" Shinichi was getting tense. He did not have a good reception, and the sound of the train was too loud to hear properly. He started to walk toward the bathrooms. Maybe it will be quieter there

"Lack of pulse. I am sure that is somewhere in the definition of being dead." Kaito replied irritated.

"Did you personally checked it?" Shinichi demanded as he entered the bathroom.

"Yes. I checked the pulse in the wrist. Still nothing."

"Wrist is unreliable." Shinichi supplied as he leaned on the wall. "Does anybody has a mirror? Respiration is usually quicker to check."

"Does anybody has a mirror?" was Kaito's voice heard muffled through the phone. "He is breathing." Kaito murmured to himself. Then asked the people on his side: "Do you have any oxygen in this school? And somebody call an ambulance."

"And some Naloxone from the medical room and Marquis reagent or formaldehyde and sulphuric acid if you can't find any." said Shinichi through the phone, but already started to write the SMS to Ran and Sonoko. If they are quick enough, they will save him.

"And what?" Kaito asked.

The sound was better here, than in the compartment. "When Ran brings back the reagent, you are going to test it on the cup he was just drinking from and the food he was eating. If it turns dark greyish reddish brown, give him Naloxone."

Hakuba entered after him to the bathroom.

"Are you hiding in the bathroom?" asked Kaito.

"You are the one to talk." Shinichi said. He turned to Hakuba.

"We are about to enter a tunnel." he said. When Shinichi looked at him phone he cursed. The line was dead.

They needed another 10 minutes to get to the station, in which time Shinichi outlines the case to Hakuba, or at lest what he was suspecting and what Kuroba told him.

When they arrived at Beika's station, Shinichi jumped down, and started to make him way to the school, Hakuba following him. But Hakuba overrun him, when Shinichi suddenly stopped at seeing the ambulance. He also saw the two girls near him.

Shinichi saw Hakuba made his way to the gym, so he had made his way to the girls. "The ambulance needs to know what he was given." he said.

Both of them looked at him. He noticed that one of them was third year and the other was the first year. "I won't tell where I got the information if you tell me exactly what did you gave him."

The first year was shaking and she looked scared. She was constantly also glancing at the third year.

The third year glared at him, then sighed. She pulled the bottle of out her pocket, and she took the handkerchief to wipe the bottle and gave it to Shinichi. "It was not supposed to happen."

Shinichi looked at the bottle. It was medical methamphetamine and he shook his head. Somebody could get in a big trouble for that. The younger girl parent, from the look of it. "His allergy made the reaction quite predictable." he said, as he turned.

Shinichi made his way to the ambulance, giving all the information and even the bottle, so they know what they were dealing with. The thank him for it.

Then he made his way into the gym, where all the rest were gathered.

Kuroba Kaito

Kaito woke up in the unknown bed. He first tensed, but then he remembered the bet. A wide grin appeared on his face. This is going to be fun.

He stood up, took Shinichi's school uniform and checked if he has everything for school. He supposed that yes, but he missed the bag full of tricks. Not that he is going to bring some. After Shinichi gets discovered by Hakuba or even better Akako, he is going to embarrass him even more.

He can hear the door bell. "I am coming." and he was going down. But even so, the person ringing the door bell already entered. "Ran."

"Shinichi." She answered as she smiled. She was still nervous - the revelation must have been horrible for her, but she still held herself confident. "Ready for school?"

"Let me just grab something to eat." Kaito said, as he looked at the kitchen. He made sure to stay as far away from the fish bowl as possible. What kind of person has a golden fish for a pet?

He took and apple and he and Ran left for the school.

On the way there he was listening to the Ran explaining him about the tournament that she was about to enter.

"But if I win, I am going to have the chance to fight the best male participant in Japan." she looked worried about something. Kaito could not imagine about what.

"Don't worry. You are the strongest person I know. It will be a piece of cake." Kaito said, as he tired to cheer he up.

"That is not what I am worried about. What will Sonoko say?" Ran said, as she looked at him.

Kaito was thinking about. Then he remembered that a karate expert from that heist was Sonoko's boyfriend and his name was Makoto. "I am sure she will understand it is a karate thing."

"It is not a karate thing." Ran said, but she looked at him in a weird way. Like there was something that she could not explain. But she seems to let go.

Sonoko joined them in a way, and Kaito relaxed as he simply listened to Sonoko explaining about a movie star, that she was inviting Ran to meet. Ran seems to be quite excited, so he left them to their own devices.

They entered the classroom, and Kaito noticed a lot of people saying hello to him, thinking he is Kudou Shinichi. He also noticed some weird looks, so he decided to test a theory and joined a group that looked like soccer players. He noticed that they stopped looking inexplicably at him. So Shinichi spent his time in school away from Ran and Sonoko? Something Kaito was surprised to find out. But it is going to be an easier victory for him.

"So Kudou, found any interesting women recently?" A tall guy asked him, as he had a leered face on him. "I heard that the assistant to the women sport's teacher was great."

"Well..." Kaito looked at Ran, who was explaining something to Sonoko now. "It is hard not to. My fans can be quite persistent."

He smiled at the other person, as he looked him up. "Do you need some support for the assistant?"

"Who needs support for watching." He said. "I don't have the chance. You are the man here, Shinichi."

"Yeah." Kaito said, as he heard the bell. He did not expect Shinichi to be that popular.

The first class was boring. He was starting to think, that he was going to be bored for the whole day, when the teacher had dropped a pile of papers on his table. Kaito looked up, startled. The teacher smiled at him, as she continued to explain the organic chemistry to the rest of the class.

Kaito took the papers and noticed that it was a paper returned on the use of the different alkaloids and the chemical processes to differentiate between them, along with the tests showing how accurate are they. Written by Kudou Shinichi. There were quite a couple of notes and written on it as well, with the final mark still being an in the 90ties level. After that, there were a numbers of articles on the use of organic chemistry in creating the pain-releasing drugs, and an explanations for another paper that Shinichi was supposed to write, this time on the identification of the different burned organics compounds.

Kaito took an phone and without the teacher noticing he sent an SMS to Shinichi: 'How many papers do you need to write?'

He did not need to wait long, less than a minute, when he got his answer: 'A lot. More interesting than your classes.'

Kaito looked at it, then he decided to read some of the articles. Unlike the basic organic chemistry that the teacher was going up about, it was bound to be at least partly interesting.

He spent the rest of the hour reading about a compound, that made people less concentrated, producing the sleeping like patterns in their brains, but not made them sleepy in the body. Kaito could think up a bunch of ways in how he could use something like that.

Kaito noticed in surprise, that not only did Shinichi get a paper to write, so did the rest of the class. Just that their paper was in the differences between the nomenclature for different compounds. As long with the ten pages of naming different organic compounds. He looked around, but nobody seemed surprised by the amount of work.

The break came and Kaito was listening to the male population in the class. He noticed that a lot of times, they asked him for opinions, thinking he was Shinichi. He found the practice unnecessary. But than again, he was not the best judge of what is normal, considering what his parent's job was and what they were teaching him.

He got a small pang and hoped that his mother is not going to be home today. It was hard to predict when is she going to drop by. He really did not wish his parents on any normal person.

He paused at this though as smiled. Well, it would also be interesting seeing Shinichi with his mother. He regretted not installing video cameras for just in case. He hoped his mother did.

The next one was world history, and they listened to the lectures about the French revolution. As least this time, there was no paper to write, but again a lot of homework. Not only that, Kaito notices that she gave him additional homework in place of Shinichi, but his was on the time from Ming dynasty in the China empire. When do the people have the time to do all this homework? He started to think back, if he could ever remember having this amount of homework. He could not. Even if the subject was not hard.

Similar situation repeated itself with the two English lessons that they had before lunch.

During English lessons he could feel the SMS coming to his phone. It was Shinichi and it has only one sentence: 'You don't really believe in magic, right? I mean real magic, not tricks that you do.'

Kaito almost started to laugh, but he stopped himself, as he did not want to draw attention to him. He did wrote back: 'Akako can be quite persuasive.'

Kaito relaxed a little, as the lunch came. He also looked at the pile of papers in suspicion.

He took his lunch out and decided to go and turn to Ran. There is no way that he could spend any more time with the idiots in the male group of the class. He started to wonder why Shinichi did.

Sonoko acted like it was a normal thing, and Kaito decided that it means he did not do anything wrong. He did feel a little unsettled, because Ran was looking at him in a weird way. Like there was something she was not sure of, that she could feel something was amiss.

After lunch, he expected to continue with another two hours of work, but all of the others started to leave the classroom, so he decided to follow them. From the talking around he, he noticed that all of the students are expected to help with the preparation for the festival. He realized that this could not be that bad.

Kaito quickly figured out, that he was in the drama part, as well as helping the chemistry groups with demonstration. Not just that, everybody wanted his advice.

"Kudou, do you think the schedule is all right?" She looked nervous as she talked to him. She offered him two pages and Kaito looked them up. It seems fine, for a school festival. But horrible if they wanted to make sure that people are going to stay as long as possible.

"Why is the main event in the afternoon, and not in the evening?" He asked. He imagined that the show should have been later.

The exchange was quick and he realized that she did put some though in it, at least on the logistic side. But he managed to drastically improve the schedule in five minutes.

Then he was asked to help with deciding about the position of the different food stalls. And about how to decorate the main hall. And what kind of flowers to do. And why was he asked about how to make sure nobody gets poisoned again? He actually did blink at that, reminding himself about the poker face. Poisoned?

He managed to find a free minute, and he checked the messages, but Shinichi was quiet. He wrote to him: 'Are poisonings frequent in your school?'

It took a short amount of time, but eventually he got the answer: 'My cooking or otherwise?'

'Otherwise.'

'That was just one murder case.'

Kaito looked at the message, but decided to not ask for clarification. He saw Ran coming closer and he put a smile on his face, as he waved.

Ran came closer, and there was a determination on her face. "You are not Shinichi."

She leaned forward, so she crowded Kaito to the wall. Kaito tried to get out of the situation. He hoped his voice was not giving him away. "Who else should I be?"

Ran looked at his face, searching fro something. "Kaitou KID."

Kaito panicked inside his head. he did not know how to react to this situation. Sure, she was right, but he is not here as KID, he is here as Kuroba Kaito, pretending to be Kudou Shinichi.

"Stop joking, Ran." He said, as he side stepped her. "I think that people still need our help."

"Where did you tell me you love me for the first time?"

Kaito turned and looked at her. "What does that has to do with anything?" Where would Shinichi confess his love? He seems quite traditional, but not very romantic. Deflecting seems like a good tactic. "Now is not really the time for that."

"Just answer the question." She made a small sidestep and pulled her arms in front of her.

Kaito panicked. There is no way he could figure it out, and he did not want to be karate chopped. "You are right." Kaito admitted. "I am not Shinichi, but I am here with his full knowledge."

Ran searched his face. "He knows you are here?"

Kaito nodded. He needed her to not attack him. "He lost a bet."

They heard a scream and both of them looked and one another, then turned in that direction and ran there. They saw a unresponsive person on the ground, and the rest of them around.

. They saw a unresponsive person on the ground, and the rest of them around.

Kaito stopped himself for a moment, and he realized that all of the were watching him. He heard Ran talking next to him and telling them about the situation.

Kaito knelt in front of the body, and checked for the pulse in the arm. He did not feel any, and he sighed. This was not supposed to happen to him. He took the phone out and called his phone.

The phone rang for a long time, but it eventually got picked up. "I did not expect you to call me."

"Well, there is a dead body lying on the ground. This is more your expertise." Kaito said, as he let the mobile phone gets trapped between his shoulder and the ear.

"Who?" Shinichi asked, but his voice sounded like it was muffled a little.

"Who?" He looked around in confusion, and looked around but Ran supplied the answer. "Takada Hino."

"How do you know he is dead?" Shinichi asked.

"Ah?" Kaito looked confused.

"How do you know he is dead?" Shinichi patiently supplied. But there was some tension in his voice.

"Lack of pulse. I am sure that is somewhere in the definition of being dead." Kaito replied irritated.

"Did you personally checked it?" Shinichi demanded.

"Yes. I checked the pulse in the wrist." Kaito said, as he put the fingers on the wrist again. "Still nothing."

"Wrist is unreliable." Shinichi supplied. "Does anybody has a mirror? Respiration is usually quicker to check."

"Does anybody has a mirror?" Kaito asked the people around, and women started to check their bags. It was Sonoko, that first brought it out, and Kaito put it under Hino's nose, as he looked for the sign of condensation on it.

"He is breathing." Kaito looked up at the people. "Do you have any oxygen in this school? And somebody call an ambulance." He noticed a couple of his classmates taking out their phones.

"And some Naloxone from the medical room and Marquis reagent or formaldehyde and sulphuric acid if you can't find any." said Shinichi through the phone.

"And what?" Kaito asked.

Ran's and Sonoko's phones pinged and they checked the message. Sonoko looked at it confused, but she still run to the nursery. Ran went to their chemical cabinet.

Kaito looked down at the person, that he was supposed to be saving.

"When Ran brings back the reagent, you are going to test it on the cup he was just drinking from and the food he was eating. If it turns dark greyish reddish brown, give him Naloxone." Shinichi explained.

Kaito could hear the commotion in the back ground, like the doors were opening. "Are you hiding in the bathroom?"

"You are the one to talk." Shinichi said. Then he could hear a voice, that sounded a lot like Hakuba, and the line was cut.

Kaito knew better than to try to call it again. Hakuba could be a nusiance. He did not even know what was wrong with the person there, but he realized that Shinichi probably did, so he decided to simply head his words.

"So, can anybody tell me what the person was eating or drinking before this," he waived at the scene, "happened?"

He noticed that most of the people there were looking at him weirdly, but then one underclassmen, she must have been a first grade, said "He was drinking from the cup there." She nervelessly showed the spilled cup that was lying there. "I don't remember him eating anything, right?" She looked at the people around.

"I don't either. Not like there is much food there." said one of Shinichi's classmates, even though he still looked at Kaito in suspicion. "I don't believe people would be drinking much either."

Kaito looked at the cup. It did have a weird undersmell, like a sweet flowery scent.

Sonoko then came back, with Ran quickly cramming behind her. Ran was having a small bottle with her, and the Sonoko was carrying a needle. Kaito was looking at it is suspicion. He was not expected to administer the drug himself. But there was nothing seen on the outside.

"Can can you try to pour some of it on that cup." He said, as he indicated at the cup. He gave her a handkerchief. "Check if it becomes dark reddish greyish brown."

She took a handkerchief and she used it to wipe the inside of the cup, then dropping a drop on it. It changed colour quickly and it was dark reddish brownish. She offered a handkerchief back to Kaito.

It was missing the greyish tint, but he noticed that it most possibly what it was expecting, and the repository rate was been dropping fast, so he nodded to Sonoko and extended his arm, to take the needle.

He took the needle out, cleaned the place and pushed the needle in the arm. He looked at the patient, which slowly increased the breathing pattern, even though it was still weak. He also started to twitch.

The half of the crowd started to clap, mostly the first and some of the second year. The third year did not join, finding something weird worth the situation.

The ambulance finally arrived along with the police, and Kaito explained as much as he was able, which was not much. Inspector Megure and Shiratori were quite satisfied with not having to deal with the murder, but with what might have been only attempted murder.

He turned to Kaito, as he was finishing the explanation. "Kudou, do you have any idea who was responsible for this?"

Kaito looked around, as he looked at the people involved. "Not yet, inspector. I thought keeping person alive took precedence."

He looked around, trying to appear as he knew what he was doing. Not that he knew. Murders were really not his cup of tea.

"Inspector, I suggest that you don't head his words." said a male, confident voice.

"Hakuba?" Kaito said as he turned around, the same way as all of the rest of them did.

"And you are?" asked Megure, as he looked at the newcomer.

"Hakuba Sagaru." he said, as he looked at both of them. "Freelancer for squad 2 at the Metropolitan police."

Shiratori lowered himself to Megure and whispered. "I think he is the son of Hakuba superintendent."

Megure looked annoyed, but he did not say anything.

Hakuba turned to Kaito, who looked the same composed self as always, but inside he was sweating.

"Kuroba, do your realize how many law are you breaking right now? Impersonating people, lying to the authorities, the obstruction of the crime scene and many more." he turned around, and opened him mouth to say something, expecting somebody to be there. But he closed his mouth, looking confused for a moment.

"If you are looking for Kudou, he went to talk to the Minami and Hinata." said Keiko, as he pointed outside.

"But Kudou is right here." Megure said, as he pointed at Kaito.

"That is not Shinichi." said Ran.

"But..." Megure looked confused for a moment. "He looks the same."

"The similarity is uncanny, I will agree with that." said Shinichi from behind Megure. "But is just a coincidence."

Megure and Shiratori both looked between Shinichi and Kaito, Megure having a disbelief written on his face. "There are two of you?"

Shinichi rolled his eyes. "Thankfully not." he murmured, so that most people did not hear him. Hakuba did and he snickered.

Shinichi walked to Kaito and extended the arm: "The test that you made?"

Kaito gave him a handkerchief and Shinichi looked at it for a while. He sighed.

"I think it was the case of a unusual poppy seed allergy. I believe it was prepared improperly, so the allergic reaction was mixed with the mild drugging and this was the effect."

"You mean that somebody accidental created opium out of puppy seeds, and that was the result?" Shiratori said, as he looked at Shinichi in interest.

"Most likely just an unintended accident." Shinichi said.

Megure looked around and nodded to the forensic, who started to clean behind them.

Hakuba walked to Shinichi and took the handkerchief from Shinichi's hands.

Shinichi said to Hakuba, as he looked at him amusing. "Takada is going to make full recovery. Asked the ambulance in the back." Shinichi said to Hakuba, as he looked at him amusing.

Hakuba glared at him. "So you realized..."

"...that it was not greyish, yes." Shinichi said, as he looked at Ran. "I told the real information to the ambulance. I would not risk somebody's life like that."

"But it is still a lie." Hakuba said. "You are supposed to be a detective. To act according to the law."

"I work for justice, not law, Hakuba." Shinichi said, as he left Hakuba behind. He walked to Ran and started to look sheepish, as she told him all that was wrong with their deal. He realized that she was glaring at Kaito as well, and that for some reason, both flinched when she stepped back. Especially Kaito, which surprised him. There was certainly an interesting story there.

Midnight Folder [Detective Conan Fanfiction]

Kisaki Eri was finishing her work for today. It was late evening, the courtesy of her client, that thought he knew the law better than her. She was surprised, that he only got away with the fine, stealing from the police archive.

She sighed, as she took her bag, and stood up. But she didn't move. Instead she looked at the window. Open window, that she was sure was closed before. She looked around, until her eyes landed on the person, standing in front of her. His white attire was well-known to anybody paying even a little attention to the press.

He smiled at her, then slowly stood up and came closer. He stopped at Eri's tensing, and put his hands in the air.

"I apologize, Mrs. Kisaki. I guess my arrival was not expected." The light blue rose appeared in his left arm, that he offered to Eri.

Eri took the rose, and noticed the colour. She only raised her eyebrow at it. Then, she put it on her table.

"Any specifics reason, why you are here?" He face was serious, as she looked at the person in front of her.

He looked at the chair in front of the table, but on the other side, and Eri waived, giving him permission to sit on it. But he didn't sit on it, just leaned on the backrest. He seemed to have trouble to start speaking, even when appearing in control of the situation. Eri took her seat back, as she waited.

"How aware are you of the current situation of one detective called Kudou Shinichi?"

Eri narrowed her eyes, as she evaluated the question. She did not know what to take from it.

"You do not have to answer out loud," the thief said, "as long as you are aware, that his situation is not... normal."

Eri looked at the pause, that he put before the word normal. Like considering the word, and coming up with the least revealing one.

"I know he is currently away, investigating cases..." "...that nobody else knows about?" She had her mouth shut by that.

Kid made a manilla folder appear in his hands, and opened it, leafing through it. Then he closed it with a sigh.

"I am violating his trust with this, if he has any in me. But even I think, that he might be way over his head, and he won't listen." He deposited the folder on the table. "But read this, and you might be putting the lives of you and people around you in danger."

Eri took the folder, and opened it, seeing the copy of Mystery Train police report inside. But there were additional notes added to it.

"How did you..." but as she looked up, there was nobody else in the room anymore.