Aeyra

The tests? I never thought of that. I'm pretty sure he'll still pass them without studying though just because he's smart like that. ^-^ And about school, has anyone watched Magic File 2? It's the one where he sneaks out of school everyday for about three, four days so he can try to prove somebody's alibi. I don't think he actually cares about it that much despite wanting to be a detective. All he'd probably take in college is forensic science and random stuff.

He wasn't wearing those clothes in episode 94 or whatever it was. That's the clothes he was wearing when he got shrunk. He was wearing his cute lil' tux when Ran attacked him. (i know, i freaking own 67 volumes of the manga and I have 741 chapters downloaded onto my itouch. obsessed much? yes, I very much am.) I think it's just a made up scenario and I think Ran would just be 'he lied to me, but he lied to protect me' and all that angsty stuff and now I feel like writing a fanfic on it but I'm not going to because I'm having a hard enough time writing 'The Magician's Daughter' and 'The Murder of Shinichi Kudo' without hitting writer's block right now.

I have no idea who Bourbon is, but I'll say this. The scar Akai probably isn't Bourbon because why the heck would the BO snipe at their new member? It makes absolutely no sense to me. I'm also kind of wondering how Akai survived and who knows where he really is other than Kir, cuz Conan had a total shock when somebody said they saw Akai, which means Conan has no idea about any of Akai's plans. Just throwing that out there. I'm in the personal opinion that Bourbon is Okiya cuz Ai keeps on shaking whenever he's around, and I don't think she did that for Akai, did she?

The English dubs sound horrible. 'Jimmy! I love you!' WTH?! His name is Shinichi, and her name is Ran. NOT RACHEL! And Heiji, HARLEY HARTWELL?! What is this, a comedy?! (okay, it is, but the name is absolutely ridiculous.) Not to mention Ai seems to change her name every movie and anime episode. (who do I want to be today? Anita Hailey or Vi Graythorn? Set your minds straight dubbers!)Japanese wins, hands down cuz the dubs are lame and cheesy. The Chinese dubs are okay, but that's probably because I don't know very much Chinese despite being Chinese. *go China...*

I support ShinRan forever. Why? I personally think Shinichi looks terrible with Ai, and only Conan w/ glasses on even looks somewhat like a match for Ai cuz Conan's different from Shinichi. (That's how I think of them. Conan is a different character, he's Ran's lil' bro and a Detective Boy. Shinichi is a teenager, a detective, and Ran's best friend and soon-to-be boyfriend. He just switches around in Conan form.) I personally feel Ai should just start her life over and pair up with Mitsuhiko because Mitsuhiko is just plain awesome. He's adorable, smart, and they look so darn cute together! Even if Shinichi never grows into his original form, he will still be forever with Ran in a downwards sorrow-ridden love tragedy in which one of them will end up committing suicide over the other. If Ran dies, then Shinichi will follow. If Haibara dies, he'll grieve, but he'll move on in a month or two. Seriously, Haibara and Conan is such a random pairing. I don't care if it's popular. *sigh* Whatever, I gotta get back to writing my fanfic before my mom catches me.

There's a rumor flying about saying that the Boss took the APTX 4869 drug and turned into a kid, therefore becoming one of the Detective Boys. I quite like it! I should do a fanfic on that, but I'm too busy with other things... If one of the DB was the BO boss, then if I was being honest, I'd say Mitsuhiko, but since I'm being the biased, 'I,<3 Mitsuhiko cuz he's so darn adorable and way better than Ayumi or Genta' I'd say Ayumi is the boss just cuz she's super annoying. (how the boss is a crybaby is a different question...) The most interesting way for the series to turn and to give each character an ending would to make Ai the boss. That would be so freakin' awesome! It'd guarantee the series wouldn't go AiCon! I'd love it! (not that I hate Ai or anything, I just hate AiCon.) So, yeah. I also think Professor Agasa is an interesting choice.

I decided that I'm just going to post what I have so far of chapter one, and the whole prologue so people get what I'm talking about. This is only a story preview, and there will be no more than one chapter until I finish 'The Murder of Shinichi Kudo'. Avenging a Thief Prologue Believe you won, cry in relief at your victory, Feel like you're flying, letting the weight off your shoulders, Forget about the problems for just one minute, let your joy set you free, Feel the arrow pierce your wings, sending you plummeting to the ground, Never wake up, lie forever in eternal slumber. Somewhere in the crowded, luminous streets of Tokyo sounds the beating of helicopter rotors, like the flapping wings of a hummingbird, and police sirens, loud and repetitive. They are still searching for their quarry, the elusive Kaitou Kid, of whom they are unaware has already escaped their grasps. Kuroba Kaito walks cockily down a silent road, a quiet place where car lights hardly touch, and even the sirens screams of sirens don't reach. He flicks his newly stolen treasure up in the air, smiling as it spirals into the glowing rays of a full moon, shining bright red. He laughs, knowing that finally after so long, he has achieved his goal at last. This means no more heists, no more fruitless searching, only a clear road ahead of him. As long as he could destroy the gem, the legendary Pandora, then everything would be solved. He had dumped his greater ambitions of annihilating the Organization that had murdered his dad when they intruded into one of his heists and killed several police officers, including Inspector Nakamori. While one would think it would fuel his already burning fire for vengeance, it only dimmed the flame, caused his candlelight of resolve to flicker. It only showed what a hopeless dream it was to take them down; he was only a teenage boy, with a wizened old man as his partner-in-crime. How then, could they destroy such a high-scale mafia? Destroy what must be a global underground powerhouse? No matter how he thought around it, he as Kid couldn't get help to stop the Organization; he was a wanted criminal. You and what army? He thought of the line that flowed into his head that day, a day of total massacre. He had nobody but himself to face them; nobody was on his side but faithful old Jii. Therefore, he would crush their goal of immortality, at least down the path of Pandora. Much safer for him and everybody around him, much easier to carry out. He branded himself as a coward from time to time, but what else was to be done? The only other option was try and die. Oh sure, tantei-kun had a plan; a plan that he thought would work out fine. He hadn't considered taking it large-scale and actually infiltrating their headquarters, something Kaito had tried and ended up immediately scurrying out the exit. You couldn't beat them with just defense. In this case, defense wasn't the best offense, nor was offense the best defense. You needed to match the syndicate in both to even hope about winning. The jewel fell back into its new owner's hand, where he squeezed it tight. If only the Organization would shatter like this diamond was destined to; it would be best for all. His Poker Face hid a sea of conflicting emotions, ranging from pride and joy to guilt and sorrow. Two years ago he had promised to his late father he was going to obliterate the syndicate that murdered him, and now he turned his back on that road. "Forgive me, tou-chan," he murmurs quietly, tossing the luminous scarlet jewel in the air again, watching the bright rays form rose petals on the sidewalk below. "I would do it if I could." He didn't realize that on the top of a building he had passed lay a sniper, Snake. He didn't notice the red dot, like a drop of blood, settle on his mess of chocolate brown hair. Snake smiles, and pulls the trigger. Pain as sharp as an arrow pierces Kaito’s skull, and his scream is quickly cut short by the silent stillness of death. The precious stone slides out of his hands, soaking in a pool of crimson. Snake climbs down the stairs, running as he reaches his victim. Kaito's bright blue eyes are glazed over, no longer reflecting the moon and the stars. His limbs are arranged in an odd manner, one that could not be mistaken for sleep. He reaches down to the scarlet pavement, picking up the gem from the quickly blooming flower of red. How naive Kid had been, to think he had not been tracked. Snake had kept an eye on his every move and allowed the teenager to steal the prize for him. Laughing, he walks away, leaving the corpse behind him. Minutes later, someone sees an unconscious boy laying on the street. The girl approaches, about to offer a helping hand. She screams when she sees the blood. Chapter 1 Remember A girl walks down a lonely street, moon shining on her chocolate hair, Tears stream down her face like glistening rivers, leaving burning, hurting tracks behind, She tries to hide her sobbing underneath a stoic mask, It cannot conceal the pain-the grief in those deep blue sapphire eyes, Memories of a long-gone past seize her, as they have so many times before, An arrogant smile, messy dark brown hair, visions of a friend who is no longer here, She promises to bring him justice, let him rest in peace, She walks down a moonlit street where her friend died. Dear Kaito, How's it going up there? I know it's been a while since I visited you, but I know you'll understand. I've been studying day and night for my finals, and soon I'll be able to become a police officer, Division One. It's too painful for me to go to my dad's old division, number three, I know too many people that died. I can't believe I've come this far alone, but soon I'll be able to help everyone myself. If I get a good grade, I might be get a higher rank once I get accepted into the force. Isn't that great? I really miss you, and I wish you could be here with me. You wanted to become a magician, right? Wonder what kinds of college classes that would take. Maybe science; you did have to use physics, didn't you? Ah! It's time for class! Don't want to be late, today's my finals! I promise I'll visit you later! Miss you, Aoko I put down my pencil and the letter, sitting quietly in my chair as I remember my best friend. 'An arrogant smile, messy dark-brown hair...' Holding up the note I sigh; I’ve never been able to move on since that day. Still writing letters he’d never receive. Staring at a photo, capturing Kaito's face, frozen forever at nineteen, I think of our last time together. "Another Kid heist, what is that guy thinking?" I sigh, looking into my friend's broad, smiling face. "Maybe he wants something really badly, wonder what it is." His gaze is enigmatic, piercing me with its intensity. "What, Kaito?" I ask curiously, did I forget to wipe my mouth? He's never looked at me like this before. Ba-dump, ba-dump, my heart's fluttering like crazy, and my face heats up. He laughs, and then looks away smiling. "It's nothing, Ahoko!" He snatches my books and disappears in a puff of smoke to emerge twelve feet away, running at a fast clip. I grab a broom and start following him. Chuckling, I chase after him playfullt, yelling at him to give my books back. This is more like the Kaito I know, the Kaito I knew... The clock sounds the hour, calling me out of the cheerful past. That had been half a year after my dad died. I was still getting over his death when... The clock rings impatiently again, urging me to leave before I miss the finals. It's only seven in the morning, but my school's about half an hour's walk. I wish I could have managed to get a closer apartment, but I didn't have enough money. I will soon, I think determinately. Soon I'll be able to be completely independent. Once I prove myself capable, I will definitely be sent into Division One. Inspector Megure had already agreed to accept me given my scores are high. To tell the truth, his section is still investigating Kaito's mysterious murder and the suspect behind it. I've managed to get into a couple meetings because I was his closest friend and first witness to the crime scene, but nothing was derived from the crime scene other than the missing weapon. It was a M-16, an assault rifle, capable of accurate shooting from over 500m away. Kaito’s body wasn't discovered until an estimated 15-30 after his death; plenty of time for a culprit to escape. There have been no leads for the past three years. I don't know what drove me to walk down that lonely street that particular night, and I'm not sure if I think of it as the right decision. As I strolled down the seldom used path to Kaito's house, I noticed a sticky red liquid glimmering in the full moon. I knew what it was immediately. Blood. My eyes traced it up its zigzag stream, to a still teenage boy lying on his side. He had messy brown hair, a style that couldn't be mistaken for any other. My mind and heart refused to believe it. After all, what would Kaito be doing out at such a late hour? I approach, hoping my horrifying assumption would be proven wrong, that there was someone who looked like Kaito bleeding onto the rough pavement. Once the distance is closed, it's quite obvious I was right. I scream. "Watch where you're going!" Somebody shoves me aside, running into the building before the bell rings. I realize I am staring blankly into space as my feet tread a trail well-known to them, though, they weren't counting on obstacles. It's surprising really, how I've managed to walk to college every day without being run over by a car or otherwise. Half the time I'm trapped in the past, where visions of Kaito haunt me constantly, begging to be revisited. Again and again. In the beginning, I had almost wanted to throw myself onto a busy highway, join my late father and Kaito in the element that connects us all, death. Luckily, I had realized that I couldn't give up my- our- chance to avenge their deaths. If they couldn't do it in heaven, then I would do it on earth. The bell lets out several angry dings and I go sprinting inside the school to my assigned classroom. "I'm here, sensei." "Nakamori-san," she scolds, clicking her tongue in disappointment. "Late again?" "Sorry," I pant. "There was... Traffic..." She knows that isn't the case, but her eyes warm in sympathy. Everybody in my class knows my dark history and the pain I went through before I came here. They know how sometimes my eyes will fly to the windows and stay there, focusing on some sunny day years ago, trapped in a beautiful memory triggered by the most basic things. They know how sometimes I'll be stuck like that for ages, never taking my eyes off of the bright blue sky, not even when someone comes up and shakes me. But everybody understands how hard I've worked to keep up with the fast-paced course, spending long hours studying every day. How no matter how long I'm stuck in the past, I'll be in my books longer. I had promised my father and Kaito. I would achieve. The teacher hands out the tests, reminding everybody not to start until she says the directions. I take out a pencil, a mechanical one I've been using since high school. "Ah! Shoot, I forgot my pencil at home!" I said, frantically checking my bag for a writing implement. "Here, I brought an extra." Kaito smiles, showing an empty hand. He squeezes it into a fist, and then opens it to reveal his blue mechanical pencil. "Must everything you do be so showy-offy?" I asked, pushing out the lead, irritated with his cocky smile, a teasing tone in my voice. "But of course. Practice makes perfect, no matter how basic the trick." Suddenly Hakuba-kun's shirt is bright orange, and Kaito wears a huge smirk on his face. "See? Aren't I getting better?" "I'm going to kill you, Kuroba." Hakuba-kun got out of his seat and started walking angrily towards Kaito. He looked like he literally going to strangle him. "Fat chance!" Kaito stuck out his tongue arrogantly and vanished in an explosion of confetti. A note was left saying, Aoko, give me your notes later. Right, that's why I had been walking towards his house that night... "You may begin." There was a huge rustle of paper and a frantic scribbling of pens and pencils. First question, an essay about the rules of gun wielding as an officer and my opinions on it. Guns are only given to Japan's protectors, the police force. They are to be used to defend others and not for personal reasons. Officers should never aim to kill unless necessary. A gun should be carried as a badge of honor as it is a symbol of trust between the nation and the wielder. They should never be used for offense, only to protect and not to kill. That was the essence of my paper, and I had to hold back tears the whole time. Both Kaito and my father had been killed by guns; an assault rifle and a machine gun respectively. It was hard to write about a weapon that had stolen so much from me. I turn in the test three hours later, waiting for my teacher to dismiss me as she glances through the thick booklet. Nobody else is even close to done; I can tell from agonized faces of confusion and the repetitive tapping of feet and pencils. The teacher looks up smiling, and lets me out with a "I think you did great." I grin in return, happy with her positive response. She wasn't one to praise easily. Walking out the front door I notice that the schoolyard isn't nearly as crowded as before. There are a few stray ditchers and early finishers like me, but it was quiet. I wonder what it would be like if Kaito hadn't died. Would he have come to college with me? Would he be standing next to me now, flipping my skirt? Even if that had been annoying, I missed it so much. I wanted him back even with his boisterous, bothersome habits. We had been in the end of our senior year of high school, less than two weeks before graduation. Kaito had made his choices, though he refused to tell me, insisting that it was going to a surprise. He probably could've been accepted at the most prestigious schools in Japan; scoring top in every exam, he proved himself of the valedictorian title for sure. Many people had been surprised; despite his constant antics, he still had the grades to bring himself to the top. I, on the other hand, had hardly batted an eye to the news. I was proud of him when the test scores came in. I was proud because I loved him. Did he love me? That was a question that would go forever unanswered. All that I could be sure of was that he respected me as his friend- his best friend- to the day he died. The days of questioning and pain after that nearly tore me to pieces, threatening to rip me apart. The "Did you see any suspicious people?" and "Any suspects?" of the police contrasting with the sorrowful laments of apologies of my friends. Most of all, Akako. She had loved Kaito too. I wonder where she went, having disappeared the day after graduation. She hadn't been 'missing' but still, I worried over her. Eventually, Hakuba moved back to England, leaving me truly alone other than occasional visit from my bespectacled friend, Momoi Keiko. We attend the same college; however, she takes completely different classes, almost severing our bond entirely. The only person I talk to now is my classmate Mouri Ran. We take math, science, and government together. Her goal is to become a lawyer like her mom. She whispers in my ear, "After all, my fiancé is taking after my dad. He's a detective." "You're engaged?!" I exclaim incredulously. "To who?!" She blushed, and replied, "Kudo Shinichi, famous detective of the east." She shows me her engagement ring, a beautiful ruby in a wreath of silver and gold. "It's pretty!" I breathe, stunned at it's exquisiteness. "So, Aoko-chan," starts Ran. "Do you have someone special?" "I did. But he's no longer in this world..." I stop, not wanting to continue. “Oh, I didn’t mean-“ I hold up a hand, smiling so she knows that I’m fine, and that I’m not hurt.Yet. “It’s okay, I get that a lot. I’m used to death now. Kaa-chan, tou-chan, and even Kaito, they’re all… gone. Just gone.” It’s then that I burst into tears, hot fresh tears, and Ran comforts me gently, trying to sympathize. Why couldn’t have just one of them stay with me? Be my pillar when I needed it most? How could this be right? None of them did anything wrong. We really grew close after that incident, and she does her best to avoid all of the ‘touchier’ subjects. I’ve been introduced to Kudo Shinichi, a young adult I almost mistook for Kaito when Ran had dragged him over to meet me. He talks similarly, only more formal, his hair is neater, but his eyes are exactly the same, blue and radiating with confidence. I didn’t tell them that my lost friend looked just like him; Ran seemed guilty enough as it was for just bringing him up by accident. They were both kind, good-hearted, and great friends. I only manageto see them once a week however due to my erratic studying and sleeping hours. I stroll down the street I’ve become familiar with, a street now covered in cherry blossom petals and contrasting bright green leaves, and pass a memorial marker. One with a picture of a boy with dark, messy brown hair. I always come alone, never wanting anybody to see me cry openly on this lonely little avenue where nobody ever walks. Kaito’s grave is a about a fifteen minute walk from here, but I always come here first. It’s where he left, after all. There are still traces of the dark blood, stained forever into the cement, an eternal marker of that dreadful night that stalks my memory whenever I walk this road. I can remember leaning down, trying to call him awake, see the horrible hole in the side of his head, and his blank eyes staring into nothingness. Dead. It only took the police five minutes to reach me, reach him, and the paramedics didn’t even bother once they saw me crying over his still body. It took me a long time to accept the truth. Why did death have to attack me so much? I know nobody who has gone through as much as me. It’s unfair. I look up at the clear, cloudless sunny sky, the opposite of the night I found him; the full moon shrouded in a blanket of storm clouds, and the rain, seemingly mourning for Kaito, stars all hidden behind the dark veil. Things have changed so much. Would he have grown up differently if he had lived? Changed from happy and careless to a more serious person? I know I have, but I’ve made backwards progress. From endless grieving to transforming to an empty shell, I’ve been nothing but a mere shadow of the Aoko who walked the earth three years ago. It’s as if my life was stolen with the bullet, along with his. Sure I’ve been able to fool the people around me with a ‘recovering’ façade, but the truth is that the only thing that’s made progress is my mask, nothing else. It's not finished yet. (quite obviously, usually my chapters end with somewhat cliffhangers.) Please leave comments!

The only problem is that this is Chapter 42, and it's kind of too far in to truly understand. (for starters, that's a section for an OC...) Also, my writing skills increased quite a bit over my series, so even I don't remember how I wrote such an undetailed chapter one-twenty-ish, I could write them so much better now, but a lack of time prevents it. I hope you'll read it on fanfiction though along with my other fics! (The Leap is a better measurement of just my writing, this had edits from my beta-reader, LostintheDreams.)

Interesting beginning, but plz don't make it AiCon! I hate that couple and despite my best efforts, unless Ran doesn't exist in a fanfic, I usually stop reading once I get to that point now. I prefer ShinRan forever! Keep on writing!

Can I play the second round? I love these quiz things! (other than the fact I don't know English dubs about MK... I didn't think Nakamori had an English Name, Hakuba doesn't, and neither does Kaito.)

I never go on my DC World account so I thought I might as well here. Since my beta-reader seems to be a little slow, I wanted to give some MSK readers who might be on this website a little peek at chapter 42. Here is the first 'section'. It's about Viura and Snake. BTW, this chapter does have Kaito in it. It's kind of a short section, and I forget if this is the 'edited' version or not. Section two has Kaito in it, and I might as well include my poem preview of Kaito's section. (not rhyming poem I wrote in English class. and it's not really a summary as much as a general overview with only some related portions.)If you haven't read MSK, it's on fanfiction. My penname is Aeyra. Take-Off What's it like to be trapped, in a room like a prison? Where you feel you are in a cage, unable to escape? Others may feed you words that it's to keep you safer, but your doubts swallowed you up. You are an eagle, kept on the ground, barred from the sky, You want to take flight, fly up higher than the moon and the stars, Fly up towards light where you will be forever free. Chapter 42 “Good night,” whispered Viura as she snuck up behind Snake, fangs bared. He reached for his knife, but not fast enough. She bit him, tasting the rusty blood, savoring the moment as she heard him cry in pain, fear, surprise… and then fall, his low, shallow breaths breaking apart the silence of the room. “Why?” he asked, the words hardly audible to even the ears of the hunter. It sent a thrill through her body to see this man desperate, seeing him dying. His words had an edge of loathing, something that didn’t even affect her. “The boss’s decision, not mine.” She pressed her finger to her pursed lips, winking at him. A pose she had copied off of Vermouth. “Although if it was my decision, this would have happened a long, long, time ago.” He grabbed the legs of her pants, staring at her with as much hatred as he could muster, which wasn’t much considering his face was filled with pain. This man had been born a killer; he would die as the victim in his sick little game of death. “You bastard,” he wheezed out, his black eyes glittering for the last time. Then, he released his grip, and fell back towards the ground, destined to never rise again. Viura laughed- these moments were always so pleasurable. Hearing people beg for mercy, wanting to know why she was killing them. There was no thinking about the kill, giving her the opportunity she needed to savor it, every action wired into her. Just like instinct. She was now replacing Snake as head of the search for Pandora section, though she sincerely wondered what the point of that was. The boss had clearly reached immortality, so why did he want it from a blood-red jewel? His scientists had already healed all of his fatal wounds and given him the gift of eternal life. As far as she was concerned, the boss would never die. Vermouth was granted this too, but somehow she didn’t see the woman on the same god-like level. Maybe it was because Viura’s vision of her was clouded with hate, and the desire to be loved. Maybe it was because the boss loved Vermouth more than her and jealousy was hard to see past. All her life, she had only wanted to become accepted by her two parents. Cognac had always seemed willing to forgive her for any mistakes, and always pushed her forwards towards the future. Vermouth, on the other hand, was so unforgiving; no mistake went uncharted in her book. She would always try to convince Viura not to do something, not to tread down the path of evil she was strolling on now. She swore she hated Vermouth above all others, wanted to kill her, wanted to hear her suffer. Then why was it that whenever Vermouth praised her, she felt like she was flying? That when Vermouth said ‘I’m proud of you’ did she feel like she was on top of the world? Stop thinking about her, Viura. You have a mission to carry out now. Find Pandora, find the Kaitou Kid. She would definitely accomplish more than that lowly, inferior Snake. The ability to succeed was a part of her, and her instinct always led her where she needed to go. You know what to do, Viura. Use your brain, and you will find the jewel. The boss’s orders came back to her, and she let out a long laugh with nobody to hear but the corpse beside her. But first things first. I should find that boy, Miyazaki Ryuu. Then, I’ll give him eternal slumber too.

Just read the chapter. I wanna try the ramen! It looks so good! Usually the person who is the murderer is the least suspicious, so I put down the part-time helper(I think). I can't believe there's going to be a week's hiatus! Argh! I don't want to wait!