Shinichi get a chance to live his life over. And he's all alone, can he do it? From Shinichi's point of view.
CHAPTER 1: Live to be best but...Hideo Yokomizo?
This was shocking beyond words I could not comprehend why this happening to me. Not my shrunken body. It was me who lay on the grass and I was staring back when hovering above. This was not what I expected to happen but it did, and Inspector Megure looked shocked but called for Kogoro over the phone.
I lose count of keeping track how long I was drifting above, but was drawn next to my body andb= many thousand words flew in my mind thinking what if Ran saw this scene. The scene of my shrunken body lay emotionless on grass with bullet wound on head. By the sight of it I nearly winced but seriously couldn’t bring myself look forward to Ran’s and Kogoro’s expression.
How did it happen was absurd but the accident has replay over my eyes, I wasn’t thrilled to see myself hurling to my tragic end. I found the lead to Black Organization, but I was discovered by Chianti and before I knew it, I drifted upwards watching myself fallen down to grass. After that moment, I knew it was moment of time they figure out who was Haibara and I was completely hopeless to fend Haibara from danger.
‘Edogowa Conan did not make it, I’m sorry.’ Megure’s voice said gently and hysterical cry was heard from phone, I immediately recognized crying voice, which belonged to Ran.
At that moment I thought I was confused but wasn’t, I watched everyone’s motion turned slow. However I realized the answer I was rising up, towards the cloud when I realized I lose control over my ghostly limbs, I jerked my elbows with frustrated words: ‘Why can’t I move my arms?’
‘You already dead but I don’t think it is right time for you coming to heaven.’ From the clouds above the voice called out, I felt myself slid through cloud and saw a person standing as if he waits for my presence.
‘What do you mean by that?’ I asked skeptically.
‘The group you seek deserved to reach it’s end, but the cycle is overbearing. Your death is worthy lost for their existence in Tokyo.’
‘You saying I’m too good not to die?’ I looked incredulously at an angel who looked placidly at me with eerie calm face he possessed when talking to me.
‘Your death isn’t destined to die under their hands. You destined to meet me and have your life back. Your soul, it has restored to be Shinichi, but Edogowa Conan has reached his destiny to live as a child,’ the angel explained. ‘You will live once more as Shinichi Kudou but with different alias.’
This is too farfetched for me to understand but words he speak was clear and hold good news I can’t believe it can happen.
‘You’re Shinichi Kudou in soul.’
My hands felt my body when I looked at my chest, realized what angel said was true; I wasn’t a young small boy but I float as seventeen years old guy.
‘I’m ready to live over again as myself,’ I said with confident smile like I always smiling at Ran.
‘You will live again as Hideo Yokomizo,’ the angel said with a smile and wave, for a split second, suddenly I felt myself dropped down to earth below as I had not expected myself continuing falling.
‘This is murder!’ I screamed all the way down and closed my eyes.
I count down when waiting for impact, but it didn’t come; I opened my eyes slightly. I then blinked to see I was standing on the carpet, amazed to see myself standing for being alive.
‘What’s with the name of Hideo Yokomizo? For my fake alias?’ I ponder over the name given by the angel. ‘Anyway, I have to make sure I able to pick up things…’
I looked around at my surroundings, my mouth dropped open to realize it was my house and I’m inside it. I slowly raise my hand straight out to touch the table, head forward as it feel dusty table with bumps under my hand.
‘Awesome.’ I blinked with amazement.
For first time I smiled, in my form of original body as I hope one day I can live over again. This is best moment of time I can be on my own tracking down Black Organization which responsible for my shrunken body and my death earlier.
‘Now they don’t know who will strike them back,’ my smile grew wider, with triumph and thoughts of plans and operations I can execute with my original body. And I’m getting ready to use my trump card.
‘Hideo Yokomizo…’