Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of DC/MK. The idea of parallel universes belongs to CLAMP. Chelsea owns herself. I am nobody. Insanity is mutual. P.S.—this takes place in Chapter 7 of Into the World of Detective Conan Part 2
A/N: I swear I wrote this under the influence of Chelsea’s spell! So don’t kill me, okay? And if it sucks, then I’m so sorry.
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Evening is the most silent part of the day. At night, everything comes to a standstill. Shops close and workers head home as everyone gets ready to rest. An hour before midnight in the city of Ekoda, not a sound was heard. The goddess of the night had sprinkled sweet sleep on everyone’s eyelids. All was tranquil and serene. In the sky, the moon and billions of glittering stars shone down on the peaceful city. Police officers doomed to the graveyard shift were able to relax. Nothing eventful would take place that night, they assured themselves.
They were wrong.
“OHOHOHOHO!!! I am the most beautiful and most powerful witch in this country. No one will ever defeat me! Every last person on Earth will be my slave!” Akako laughed insanely. She was seated on her throne, observing her reflection in the mirror. Yes, she was vain, but she had every right to be so. She stopped and frowned. “Except the Kaitou KID,” she hissed through gritted teeth.
“Excuse me, Mistress, but don’t you remember the prophecy?” her servant interrupted.
“What prophecy?” she snapped at the poor old man.
“There is a prophecy that you will only gain the power to control everyone’s heart if a certain girl from another world comes to your aid,” he continued meekly.
“Oh? Someone from a parallel universe?” She flipped back her long magenta hair and crossed her arms. “Mirror, mirror, on the wall, show me the face of this girl!” the witch commanded at once.
The face of a fourteen-year-old about five feet in height, with shoulder-length black hair and slightly tan skin appeared.
So this girl is the key to my plan. All I need to do is bring her here. I will need a spell to transport a person from another world. “Servant! Fetch me my spell book!”
“Yes, Mistress,” he complied immediately. A minute later, he returned with the book. Lurching forward, he handed it to her. She grabbed it without the slightest gesture of gratitude.
“You slowpoke! What took you so long?” she berated him. She ran her finger down several pages until she found the right spell. “Here it is.” She recited several phrases in an incomprehensible language--probably Greek, Latin, or Arabic.
“Did the spell work, Mistress?” her servant inquired with fear and trembling.
“How dare you ask that! Koizumi Akako’s spells never fail! However, summoning a person from another dimension requires an immense amount of power. There is a great possibility for her to land elsewhere in Japan.”
Her servant dragged himself forward and stared at the reflection. “What will you do if that happens?” he asked with slight hesitation.
“Hmm…I will have to put a mark on her so I can recognize her immediately.” Flipping over several leaves, she searched for the appropriate spell. After reciting several phrases from the book she reclined back on her throne and smirked wickedly. “OHOHOHOHOHO! The key which can unlock Kaito’s heart will be mine at last!”
oOo
The next morning, Chelsea awoke with a start. She was shivering. She curled up and hugged herself to keep warm. Stretching her arms, she rolled her eyes around the room and pushed herself up in bed. Only she wasn’t in bed. And this wasn’t her bedroom, either.
Huh? She scanned her surroundings, visibly confused. Something was not right. There were skyscrapers and huge buildings on all sides, and people were walking back and forth. Still unable to grasp the situation, she rubbed her eyes, thinking she was dreaming. Then a pungent odor forced her to cover her nose. Then it hit her.
“Oh great! What are that chances of waking up on the street beside a garbage bin?” she said aloud. A sleek black cat hissed fiercely at her.
Why am I here? Did Conan and Kaito plot to kick me out of the house in the middle of the night? Or did something awful happen? She began to panic. Oh, I hope everyone’s alright! She quickened her pace. Then again, I think I just set the record for sleepwalking.
On her way to Shinichi’s house, a seven-year-old girl dressed in pink accidentally bumped into her.
“Oops! Sorry!” Ayumi apologized.
“No, it’s my fault,” Chelsea countered. “Where are you going in such a hurry, Ayumi-chan?”
“Eh? How did you know my name? Have we met before?” Ayumi asked with a puzzled look.
Before Chelsea could reply, Genta waved to Ayumi. “Oy, Ayumi! Hurry up so we can play games at Hakase’s!” he shouted.
“Coming, Genta-kun! Excuse me, but I have to go!” she said and skipped away.
“Hey, wait!” Bewildered, Chelsea reached forward, but the kids had already rounded the corner. She decided to follow them to Professor Agasa’s house with one thought in mind: something was definitely wrong.
The three kids knocked on the door and marched in gaily. Before the door slammed shut, she barged inside, startling everyone.
“Where’s Conan-kun?” she demanded.
Conan stood up. “I’m here.”
“Oh, good. Now, would kindly explain WHY I ended up on the street this morning?”
“Huh? I don’t understand what you’re saying. Do I know you?” Chelsea deadpanned.
“Is this a prank? Well stop joking around, ‘cause I don’t like it. Of course you know who I am!”
Conan thought for a moment, and then turned to the Professor. “Do you know her?” he asked perplexedly.
Professor Agasa rubbed his chin in an attempt to recall anything about the stranger. Finally, he shook his head and shrugged.
“It’s the truth! I’m telling you, my name’s Chelsea. I’m from another world. And in you world I’m called Edogawa Miyuki. I’m supposed to be your sister, remember?” Apparently none of this registered in Conan’s mind. He stared blankly at her.
“Uh, I think you must be mistaken, Miss. I’ve never met you before.”
“We’re supposed to defeat the Black Organization together, remember? The Boss blackmailed us, threatening to kill our friends if we don’t cooperate. My codename is Midori and yours is Riesling,” she continued, almost desperately.
Conan’s eyes widened in shock. He pulled her aside so the kids wouldn’t hear their conversation.
“How do you know about those black crows? Just who are you?” he said in a slight whisper.
“I’m Chelsea! Why can’t you remember who I am?”
Conan shook his head. “The name doesn’t ring a bell. Let me add that I have photographic memory.”
“You know KID’s real identity! And you confessed your secret to Ran!” she protested vehemently.
“You—know who I am? Then you must be a member of the Black Org. But…” He stared at her as if she were out of her mind. “Why would I tell Ran the truth about who I am?”
“But you did!” she insisted.
Conan eyed her suspiciously. “Chelsea-san, I don’t know who you are, but stay away from my friends. I don’t want them to be involved in my problem. And if you turn out to be a spy of those Men in Black, I will surely bring you down,” he warned.
“But--”
“Hakase, what was she talking about? What’s the Black Organization?” inquired Mitsuhiko.
“Yeah, I want to know, too! If it’s a case, then it’s not fair if only Conan knows about it!” pleaded Genta.
Professor Agasa cleared his throat. “If you won’t mind, we’re a little busy here.” He kindly opened the door and led her out. “Sorry, but we can’t help you. But have a good day!”
“A good day?” Chelsea repeated sarcastically as the door was shut. “This has to be the worst day of my life!”
Back inside, the children voiced their opinions about her.
“She must be an otaku,” guessed Mitsuhiko.
“One of my cousins is an otaku,” volunteered Ayumi.
“I have a cousin who calls me names from manga characters. One day I’m the cat from Pokemon; the next, I’m the bully from Doraemon, then I’m the raccoon from Inuyasha, and finally, the panda in Ranma ½!” shared Genta.
“Your cousin should be checked by a doctor,” advised Ayumi. “I wonder why there are people like that?”
Chelsea listened to their conversation from the outside. You…are getting on my nerves… A low growl in her stomach reminded her that she was hungry. She dug into her pockets but could find no money. Wait. Why am I wearing a yukata? She checked her reflection on a car mirror and gasped, stunned by what she saw. “AND WHY IS MY HAIR DYED BLUE WITH ORANGE STRIPES?!!” she screamed, then facepalmed. No wonder those kids think I’m crazy! I got to rinse this off. She looked around. People were staring at her, making her face redden. Losing no time, she dashed to find a public restroom.
Twenty minutes later, the dye still wouldn’t come off. “What is this stuff?” she whined, beginning to panic again. I’m hungry and alone; all my friends are suddenly acting like I’m an alien from another galaxy, and I don’t have a single cent. What am I supposed to do now? An idea popped into her head: she could ask her classmates for help—if they even remembered who she was. She rushed to her school, but to her complete surprise, the building was gone. Panting for breath, she leaned on a post. Nailed to it was a sign that said: Transferred to Ekoda.
“I wish I were in Ekoda now,” she murmured aloud. Instantly, dark smoke swirled around her and in the blink of an eye, she found herself in a different location. What happened? Did I just teleport myself? she thought, speechless.
oOo
Akako was sitting in class, going through her usual routine at Ekoda High when she suddenly felt a strange aura. An unfamiliar presence was in the vicinity. A wicked smirk showed on her face.
Kaito drummed his fingers on his desk as Hakuba stared fixedly at him. Several girls were busy gossiping in their seats and the teacher went on with her lecture as though nothing had happened.
My guest, she glanced out the window and saw a raven perched outside, has arrived.
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Does anyone want to bash me? Well please do it. I won't mind cause I know that I suck. But Chelsea's awesome!
So, perhaps someone could leave a review, and I'll upload the next chapter soon.
