Neko12

Most definitely! But it's a prologue. And prologues are meant to be cryptic-like until it's there time to be explained in the story.

Most definitely! But it's a prologue. And prologues are meant to be cryptic-like until it's there time to be explained in the story.

A/N: Well, well, if you're here then that must mean you're truly interested. In that case, I welcome you to join me into exploring the depths of Fantasy of the world of DC to descover the hidden secrets of Tokyo's Legends. ~~~~ *** Different Location --- Next Day “…” Dialogue ‘…’ Thoughts *…* Caller Number One- Mitsuhiko **…** Caller Number Two- Genta Chapter 2: Your True Destiny *We are all born with a destiny that mingles and clashes with the endless stream of time. Everything that occurs in our lives happens for a reason we will never fully understand. ~Neko12 Conan’s pupils constricted and his irises blanched to a nearly pale-white-blue. The five black clothed figures all grinned triumphantly at Conan’s reaction to hearing this name. “So, it truly is you, Kudo Shinichi. You’ve been the one we have been hunting for, for a long while now.” the voice of a woman, the figure in the center of the group claimed. All five figures had raven black trench coats falling to each of there ankles at precise lengths. Black shoes of some strange design, each with a narrow tipped point at the end and two inch raised heels. Patricia Underwood black velour felt 'Justine' velvet leaf trim hats topped there heads and seemed to be hiding there hair. Night hued shades concealed there eyes and black velvet shirts clung to there upper form while loose twilight jeans shaped there lower half’s. They were all fairly tall, with the appearance of three women and two men considering there were two of the figures that didn’t wear V-neck shirts. The figure to the far left of the group, looking to me male, turned towards the large white house to there left. “It seems he was heading here. And judging from his previous behavior while we were stalking him, I’d wager he was coming here to see her?” Conan inwardly flinched horrified. ‘No…!’ “Quite possibly seeing as we have been monitoring her for the past two weeks now. Though, she has not emerged from that house in three days.” announced the now evident female center figure. “We should go see if she’s doing well.” started the second figure to the centers left, also sounding and appearing female. “Don’t get to distracted. We’re mainly here for him.” the far right figure gestured his head towards Conan, his deep male voice sending disturbing chills up the detectives spin. “Aww, loosen up will yah? Besides, I think we could all spare a bit of time to have some fun.” the figure beside the male chimed eagerly in a girly manner, appearing to be the shortest of the group. ‘No… Shiho! I can’t… I won’t let them…!’ Conan balled his fists so tight they trembled. His teeth pressed tightly together to the point that he could hear faint cracking sounds. ‘I’ll never be able to life with myself if anything happens to her… I wouldn’t be able to live…period!’ Conan sneered inwardly. ‘I’ll protect you Shiho! No matter the cost, I will protect you!’ his seething, frigid eyes blazed, beyond determined bore down the five figures. “Well regardless of time, we can’t do much for a while. Nevertheless,” the center black covered woman stated as she turned towards Conan and began approaching him. “We have located the one we have been seeking. I can tell just by the look in his eyes. Yes, there’s are the eyes of the one we’ve sought.” Conan step back, bracing himself for anything to happen. He needed to think of something, and fast. Just as he was ready to turn a run she appeared from around the corner. Dressed in a casual white blouse, light blue jean-shorts with the hems looking tattered and her usual golden brown shoes, Ai had come out through the gate and turned to see Conan and the five black clad figures. Saying she looked mortified would have been an understatement. She was so froze with paralyzing fear she could hardly breath. Her body trembled and of color of her eyes washed away. “Haibara! Get the hell out of here! Now!” Conan’s voice snapped her out of her terror trance, but she didn’t flee. Heart pounding and adrenalin pumping Ai chose to disregard Conan’s order and rushed over to him. Standing before him protectively as one of the figures in black continued walking calmly towards the shrunken teen. “Idiot! What the hell do you think you’re doing? Get out of here!” Conan hissed. “You‘re the idiot,” Ai bit venomously. “You have a life to return too. I prepared myself if a situation like this ever accrued.” The chemist’s eyes slightly softened and her voice lost his coldness replaced with something else the detective couldn‘t seem to place. “I took it upon myself to rewire your computer connections not to long ago. All the data I have ever collected has been secretly downloading copies to yours. Hakase should be able to finish the little bit of data to complete to antidote.” Her eyes shimmer slightly and looked glassy. As if she was about to cry. Her voice softened again, but this time Conan could clearly detect sorrow in her tone. “You have a life to get back to Kudo-kun. You have people who care deeply about you… And someone who’s desperately wanting for your return.” Her eyes suddenly flashed hard and cold, yet her voice didn’t waver from it’s sober manner. “Run Kudo-kun. I can give you three minutes, but after that I can’t guarantee anymore.” Once she finished speaking Ai firmed out her shoulders as she stepped forward towards the five. Conan seeing her begin to approach both there darkest fears gasp and tried to grab her before to advanced any further, but she moved to fast and was already before the black figure that had been drawing closer. The woman that was heading towards Conan smiled, knowing about something as she watched Conan and Ai quietly consult one another before Ai straightened her appearance and began calmly pacing towards her. ‘Brave one, this child, but then again, she is just like him.’ the woman mused coming to stop before Ai. Looking down at her the woman could not help but smile. Noticing her opponents curling lips, Ai had to stiffen a shiver. She forced herself to looked up at the woman, trying to see pass her dark specs. Her fits balled up as adrenalin pumped through her veins, preparing her for anything. After a few moment’s that seemed like centuries of silence Ai couldn’t take it any longer. “So, which member are you? And I’m surprised Gin isn’t here. Being the one who values to take my life the most.” Ai spoke with such iciness that Conan felt shivers and chills up and down his spine and his own instincts yelling at him to run, but he wouldn’t. Conan was not going to leave Ai, no matter how much she scared him. The woman wasn’t fazed in the least by Ai’s chilling tone. Yet, she did appear puzzled when the girl asked which member she was. And even more bewildered when she said Gin wanted her dead. ‘I’m pretty sure I think I know what she’s implying about this ‘member’ thing, but what is she talking about with Gin? Gin doesn’t want her dead. Gin’s never even met her before. And how does she know Gin’s alias?’ the woman mused questioningly. Seeing the black clad woman’s confusion, perked Ai’s senses to the extreme. Before, however, either of them could question the other something whizzed towards the woman. With uncanny reflexes the woman veered off to the side while the remaining four in the back all lunged and darted in opposite directions with the same surprisingly unnatural reflexive speed. In the midst of the fleeing and dodging Conan snatched Ai’s wrist and yanked her down the street only a few yards before turning into the wall and passing through it. On the other side it was dark, the dirt seemed more like chipped wood, and leaves where covering them in all direction. Conan crouched in the wooden fragment clutching Ai tightly to his chest as he strained his ears to hear any and every sound. Ai, utterly baffled had just ran with Conan until he had thrown her into a wall that she had instantly and easily fazed though. Not even a millisecond later Conan had flung himself in after her, grabbing her shoulder and drawer her into a death grip against his chest. Now, Ai laid firmly pressed against, or rather into, Conan’s upper body. The ex-BO member was so overly bewildered she couldn’t speak. Nothing was said for a few moment until Conan finally broke the silence. “They’ve split up in pursuit of us, but they shouldn’t be able to find us as long as he stay here for a few hour.” Conan silently huffed. As if it seemed impossible with the death grip he already had her in, Conan still somehow managed to crush the chemist closer against him. His fingers wrapping painfully around her child-formed biceps and his fingernails dug there tips firmly into her skin before he spoke again. His voice held undeniable fear, sheer fearful determination instead of it’s usual calculative seriousness she had become accustom to hearing. “I won’t let them. Don’t worry Shiho, I will never let them take you away from me.” Ai, saying she was astonished and bamboozled were truly understatements. At a complete and utter lose for words the scientist just laid there, clinging to Conan’s small blue blazer and allowing her face to bury into his white shirt. A massive crimson blush was cutting horizontally through her face, her heart thundered at their sever closeness and Conan’s endearing yet simple words. She quickly mused her thanks what ever God was allowing this moment, regardless of the circumstances or briefness it would last, that just once in her life, she was being allowed to feel true happiness. As well as thanking for current position, being like this he’d never see her enormous blush. Conan continued squeezing Ai closer into him when he noticed something bumping against his chest in a rhythmic manner. Suddenly noticing Ai’s ear that was the only part of her face visible at the moment, for the rest of her face was hidden, pressed within his shirt and her other ear had her hair completely draped over it. So, on taking notice of her only facial part expose Conan discovered quickly that her entire ear had gone from a milky-cream white to a burning crimson. Conan smiled and tried to hold her a bit more closer sending a silent thanks to the God that was blessing him with this moment with her. Whether it would be only a few minutes like this, or several years if they survived, he didn’t care. All that matter right now was Ai; Shiho, the woman he could now clearly admit, at least it himself, he was deeply in love with. Tentatively Conan rested his chin atop her head and loosened his death grip on her to a more gently, protective embrace. Yet couldn’t help but envelop his arms much softer and soothingly around her. Lightly pressing his own body again hers as his own crimson latitude line crossed his face. In doing all this Conan’s heart began to pound louder and louder, until all it felt like were bombs exploding in perfect sync with the thundering booms of Ai’s heartbeat. Ai gasped soundlessly, shocked at Conan’s sudden affectionate behavior. Even more so at his tender gestures and movements. Though normally she would have shoved him off and away from her. Saying he already had someone and that being a player was not something she was going to take part in with him. Alas though, she was allowing this, she willed it to continue for as long as it could. Sighing contently for the first time ever in her life, Ai-no, Miyano Shiho allowed her walls to completely crumbly away and return her affection towards him. Lightly she released her grip from his shirt and firmly, yet protectively enveloped her own arms around his waist. Pulling him desperately closer. Conan felt her hands release his shirt and wonder why until he felt her arms circle his midsection. He felt her tighter her hold around him and pull him in closer to her. As if she were trying to shield him from danger. Conan smiled warmly as her gesture. Both detective and chemist remained this way for several minutes before one timidly broke the all to tranquil silence. “Please stay?” Ai somewhat flinched at the pleading tone she heard come from Conan. “Please? You too have people waiting for you to return, not just me.” Turning her head skyward towards him, Ai practically gasped out loud at what she saw. Conan had removed his glasses and was facing down at her. His eyes though seemed to be trembling with an immeasurable about of insistences and fear. Glassy sheens flashed in his usual lively orbs. Tiny droplets steadily began forming in the corners of his eyes. Ai could only just stared at him, mouth slightly ajar. “Don’t give-up Haibara. Don’t give-up on them, and,” Conan’s voice cracked slightly as what appeared to be a tear sliding down his cheek. “Please? Don’t give-up on me.” So enchanted by the depth of his eyes and the raw emotion in his voice, Ai was completely unable to speak. After a couple of minutes she finally found her vocal-cords. “K-Kudo-kun… I-I-” Ai stammered before a loud sound of shifting leaves and a blinding bright light showered them, cutting her words to an end. “Ahh, so here’s where you’ve been hiding. I knew my nose was right in scenting you.” one of the black clad female figures seemed to growl delightedly. A few strands of Turquoise hair was dangling out of her hat. “Hey, I was right! There over here!” she hollered, calling the others. Not a moment later Ai and Conan were surrounded. “That was a very clever trick. You’ll have to show us later how you went through the wall to get behind his overly grown bush.” one of the two males started. His sandy-tan skin glowed ginger in the light and some red strains of hair were falling form his hat too. Conan had grasped Ai and throw her behind him, shielding her from the five. His cobalt eyes boiled with seething loathing-ness as he stared them down, teeth clamped and fisted balled. Seeming to try to burn holes in them. “Now, please come with us calmly or you’ll both regret it later.” the woman to the far right of them all threaded. Golden-blond hair poked out from her hat. Conan was desperately trying to think of something. Anything of a way out of this. Mainly to get Ai away, but he had nothing and just continued to glare that them. “Kudo-kun, lets just go. If we try to fight they’ll most definitely kill us. If they had wanted to just kill us from they start we’d already be dead.” Ai silently murmured in Conan’s ear. Startled by her willingness to go with them, at first he was about to argue until she continued. Pondering her statement, she had a valid point. “So they need us for something.” to responded ever so silently, barely moving his lips so to not attract there attention. Ai vaguely gave a tiny nod. All they while through there small conversation, neither braking there sights from the five raven-black figures before them. Conan was still uncertain, but had no other choice. Sternly he walked out of the bush, Ai’s hand firmly clasped in his. Now, but a few feet from the five Conan could detect certain detail about them. The woman that seemed to have deep blond hair was the taller of the five. Estimating at about six and a half feet tall, if not more. Her jaw was more round, but had a slight pull of a point to it. The man who had said he’d want to know how Conan hid had an appearance of a well firm build, stood at about five-ten, six feet max. He had very ridged cheekbones and a smooth, wide pointed jaw. A small clump of red had popped out from under his hat just off to the side, closer to his back. The woman that had found Conan and Ai was most definitely the shortest in the group at about four-ten, five-two feet. She most definitely had turquoise hair. High cheekbones and a relatively pointed chin. The second man was five-nine, five-ten feet it appeared. Golden-tan complexion and a mild point in his chin. Small threads of auburn that was most likely his hair fall over his forehead. The final figure and woman was certainly the second tallest as appearing to be about six, six-two feet and also seemed to be having the most difficult in keeping her hair hidden. Seeing as now a handful amount of what appeared to be silver hair hung from beneath her hat. Her face giving off a distinctly similarity to that of a feline with her wide, yet small cheekbones and her round yet narrow pointed chin. “Good, you’re finally out. Now come with us.” was the golden-blonds order as she turned and headed for the house that occupied the lawn they were on. Gritting his teeth Conan began to follow with Ai in hand. The other four figures flanked them on there sides. Both men guarding the back while the other two women secured there front with the deep blond leading. Ai recognized right away as they all approached the house who’s it belonged to. Reverting her sight back to Conan, she wondered what would become of them in a few moments. Fear clawing at her heart as Ai gripped Conan’s hand tighter, refusing to ever let go. Raging on the inside, Conan wondered why, of all place for them to take him, would it be here. Feeling added pressure to his hand the detective squeezed back reassuringly. When they reached the door the deep-blond just turned the knob and went it. The detective realized then with a sickening feeling, that they had been here for a while when not only the door was unlocked, but the house appeared semi clean on the inside considering it‘s occupant hadn’t been living here for nearly a whole year. Walking into the large living room on there right Conan noticed that this room was fairly more tide then the rest seemed. He continued walking for a few more moments until noticing that he was now standing before the fireplace and the figures had broken away from there flanked positions. Turning around he saw all five of them lined up beside one another looked down at him. Sensing something was going to happen Conan pulled Ai behind him. The five figures all smirked triumphantly causing another shiver to course down both teens spines. Conan was going to go for his stud-gun but had to stop at the threat he was given. “I’d advise from using anymore of those toys you’ve got, Kudo Shinichi. It could end nasty.” the dark blond had suggested. “Alright, so now that we’ve got him, what do we do with the girl?” the auburn haired male asked rather harshly. At this both Ai and Conan shot up in confusion. Don’t they know who she was? I mean, they knew Conan was really Kudo Shinichi, so how could they not know who Ai really is? Instead of waiting Conan decided to at least try to find out what would become of him and Ai. “So, now that you’ve got us in an enclosed space, away from unwanted and prying eyes, what will you plan to do? Use your guns with silencers to finish us off, or did you come up with something else?” Conan tried digging for information with his usual cocky approach. At hearing this all five figures seemed puzzled. Then it was the short one that answered. “We are not here to kill you.” she told Conan sounding slightly worried. Saying Ai and Conan were confused would have been far beyond sarcasm. “Then why the hell did the Organization send you? They must certain know who we are if you’re here, but why do they want use alive? It’s not there style. What do you want from us?” Ai demanded rather coldly. “Organization? No my dear, we are not this ‘Organization’ you seem to fear.” the red haired man stated rather kindly throwing Conan and Ai into deeper puzzlement. Just then all five raven-black clad figures fell to there right knees and bowed. “Forgive us for straddling you and your companion, Master.” all five spoke at once. Conan stared at Ai as Ai gawked back at Conan before they both gazed forward at the five bowing figures. “Uh… What’s with the ‘Master’ thing?” Ai questioned. “Forgive me, but I believe Gin should inform you of that, seeing as you’ve already meet.” the dark blond stated as one of the figures to her left rose and approached them. At first the detective and the chemist’s faces flashed with fear before noticing the person’s form. The one the was referred to as Gin stopped and knelt in front them before removing the glasses and hat. Long shimmering silver hair cascade down as sparkling deep emerald green eyes were revealed. “Nice to see you again little one.” Gin smiled. Conan’s mouth dropped in shock while Ai on the other hand eyed the woman and the others suspiciously. “Sorry for the scare we gave you both, wasn’t really meaning to. We were just trying to test you when your friend showed up and kinda made things more complicating. Mainly ‘cause I’m assuming you both thought we were this ‘Organization’ that’s most likely after you, right?” Gin explained. “B-But then, wh-what’s with all the b-black on you?” Conan stammered, completely taken aback. Gin gave a light giggle, “We all just really like the color black.” At Conan stunned face the other four black clothed figures rose to there feet and removed there eyewear and top hats. The shortest one revealed from beneath her hat long turquoise hair that fell to her center back. Three large bangs folded up and over the left side of her face covering her eye while the rest of her hair seemed to have a mind of its own with its waviness. The right side of her hair was draped further back behind her eyes with her hair forming upturned curls. And from behind her specs shun golden yellow pools that complemented her golden-brown tan skin. “Odoriko Hana is what I’ll be called Master!” Hana seemed to bark happily with a slight bounce as if she were a kid. “I’ll be known as Kokoro Hanatsu, My Lord.” Hanatsu stated kindly revealing his shoulder lengths crimson red hair that gives off an appearance as more of a lions manes, with ice blue eyes a light ginger tan. “Rakka Rein, is what I’ll be known as here, Master.” Rein seemed to just say it without a care, shaking off his hat, allowing a waterfall of auburn to gush out from beneath and fall to nearly the length of his thighs. A yellow ribbon tied midway to form a wavy ponytail. Dusty brown eyes, though looked dull actually gleamed with much life as did his pale white-tanned skin. “And I have chosen Eikyu-ni Kasai to be named, Your Majesty.” Kasai bowed removing her hat and glasses to show her enchanting aquamarine eyes and deep golden-blond hair that came down to her mid-neck length and massive bangs flowed over her face able to easily completely shadow her milky-white hide features. “And I’ve chosen the name Kibo Kagayaku, but my nickname you already know is Gin.” the silver hair woman told them with a smile. “Okay, first off, what the hells with all this Master and Majesty and My Lord calling? This is the twentieth century, not the feudal era. And secondly, why would you all need aliases?” Ai had come from behind Conan and was now standing beside him looking rather irked. “Well…” Kagayaku started as she rose to her full height and sighed before looking down at them again. “You both might want to sit down for all this. Mainly you Master.” Curious more then anything else Conan just went to sit on the large armchair. Ai was still somewhat fumed, but when Conan started walking she finally remember there hands were still joined. Blushing she wondered if the detective realized. Her suspicions were answered when he jumped onto in armchair and pulled her along with him. The chemist was now seated right beside Conan, there hands still connected and Conan didn’t seem to try and hit that fact. There united hands were resting between them partially on her and Conan’s lap considering the chair barely fit them both, they had to squeeze closer to each other. The five ‘guests’ went and sat on the other available seats. Kagayaku, Rein, and Kasai sat on the love couch while Hanatsu took the other armchair and Hana sat in the rocking-chair. All five of them had taken notice to Conan and Ai’s joined hands, but chose to say nothing on it at the this time. It was silent for but a moment before Hana chose to speak. “Before we begin, I must clarify something,” she eyed Conan and Ai thoroughly. “You both are originally older then what you appear too be correct?” A little taken aback by how easily these five could see through there appearance when others had only suspicions, just nodded. “Then what would your ages be if for not this…‘condition’ of yours?” “I would be seventeen,” Conan stated. “And I would be eighteen.” Ai finished with no emotion in her voice. Hearing this the five all turned simultaneously to one another and nodded in some sort of non-spoken agreement. “What we have to tell you will sound completely ridicules and farfetched, but I swear it is the truth.” Hana firmly told them, all playfulness gone from her eyes replaced with a strict and large amount of seriousness. Conan and Ai just watched Hana, subconscious gripping each others hand a bit tighter in anxiety. Taking a deep breath Hana proceeded. “We are not what you see us to be. We are from another realm, plain of existence if you will. Our realm is what’s known to the human’s as Heaven. We call it the Celestial Plain.” Already Conan and Ai were looking skeptical at her. “So, you’re saying you’re all Gods?” the detective questioned curiously, a brow raised. “To the humans, yes we are known as Gods, but in actuality we’re nothing more but second leaders. Princes and Princesses of our own worlds if you will. There is only one that commands us all, but…” Hana trailed off. Somber and pain in her voice. Conan and Ai scanned the room and found the others looked just as heart-wrenched. After a moment it was Rein how broke there painful silence. “Our King has resigned his status.” “You mean he’s dead?” Conan asked puzzled. The five slightly nodded, still pained by there Kings lose. “But you’re all Gods. Gods can’t be killed.” Ai stated rather annoyed. She wasn’t believing one bit of there story so far. It was just to crazy. Let alone the scientist in her was calculating logical facts and proofs to all this. “Nothing is suppose to be immortal young one.” Hanatsu told her sadly. “If there were ever any immortal beings then nothing in existence would change, for those immortals would never change.” Ai, as crazily as it seemed to her, agreed with Hanatsu. “So, how did he…die?” Conan asked. He too was a bit uncertain about this as well. The pain and heartache that had been so firmly upon there faces now seemed to wash away easily with looks of burning rage and icy loathing-ness. Kasai spoke one word in a spitting hiss. “Tiamat.” The others all released there own hisses, spits, and growls at the sound of the name. “Who is Tiamat?” Conan questioned. “She was the essence of Chaos. But we had all believed our King to have defeated her a millennia ago.” Both shrunken teens eyes bugged wide at Kagayaku words. “Millennia ago? I though you said you Gods aren’t immortal.” Ai claimed heatedly. “We aren’t. We just have long life spans is all.” Kagayaku assured her, though Ai did seem at all convinced. “Just how long are those life spans?” Conan inquired. “It varies depending on how much of your life energy you use throughout your existence. Normally though we can all live up to four even five million of age.” Ai raised her brow in skepticism while Conan eyed them curiously. For some unknown reason to his usual calculative realistic thinking, he felt somehow similar to them. “So then what bring you, ‘Gods’ here let alone called Kudo-kun here your Master and whatnot?” Ai was getting fed up with all this and just wanted to know what the hell Conan had to do with all this. “Just before our King passed he spoke of a prophecy or omen. ‘A heart of light and soul of no blood will rise above when the just must come. Then burn back Five the Sins who won. Only gates of Cobalt might, can turn forth the sun.’ Those were his final words.” Kasai had recited. “And what do they have to do with Kudo-kun?” “You see little one, seventeen human years ago our King had been acting strangely. He spend nearly all his time gazing down into the Mortal Plain, or Prime Material Plain as we normally call it.” Kasai said. “But what always baffled use were his words while gazing into this realm.” Kagayaku paused before continuing, reciting her once Kings words. “Sharing my spirit with the Prime Material Plain for three hundred years seems to have finally rooted and taking growth. Gods are mortals and mortals are Gods. In this we are all in need of a next. I am no different. And at last my seed has root. In eighteen years mortal time my seed will bloom and I will wither.” Kagayaku finished. “It has been a century and a half for us in Celestial years, yet barely a year here since our Kings passing.” Rein stated rather irksomely. “So, this ‘seed’ your King had planted has finally ‘bloomed’? Then where do I come into all this?” Conan asked quite inquiringly. Smiling like mad Cheshire cats all five of the ‘Gods’ beamed towards Conan before Kagayaku stated joyfully, “You’re the seed Kudo Shinichi. You are the son of our late King. You are now King of the Celestial Plain.” Conan nearly fell out of the chair in astonishment were it not for Ai gripping his hand. Ai though just stared wide-eyed in sheer disbelief before she recollected her nerves to speak. “And just what proof do you have that states Kudo-kun is this ‘God Kings son?” Ai bit harshly, in totally doubt of there story. “And if you’re Gods as you say, what proof do you have to backup your claim?” Sighing Kagayaku answered her with slight sadness. “Oh little one, I know it all sounds incredibly farfetched, but what reason would be have to generate up such an unbelievable story to begin with?” Seeing Ai’s rather frigid gaze of cynicism Kagayaku sighed. “But if true undeniable proof is what you desire, then so be it. But we will not form to give you this proof. We will demonstrate out abilities instead.” With that Kagayaku rose and strolled towards the window. “As you already know my nickname is Gin and my mortal name I’ve chosen is Kibo Kagayaku. My true name however, is Jenn’la. And I am know as the Silver Dragon. I am a saber-tooth dragon and have the ability of spirits.” Kagayaku announced as she lifted her right hand and a glowing snowy-white flame materialized above her palm. “I can call upon spirits, conjure up my own, and sense the presence of spirits anywhere within two hundred kilometers. I guess you could say I can see into the souls of others.” With that the soul in Kagayaku palm faded away as she turned towards the others. Conan’s eyes widened at the new news as well as Kagayaku’s demonstration with her spirit ability. Ai on the other hand was not impressed. Hana then spoke as she began slowly rocking back and forth in the rocking chair. “Odoriko Hana has come to be my mortal name I wanted and my nickname will be Hai-Ha. My real name is Camlib. I’m known as the Copper Dragon and species of wolf, or werewolf dragon. My abilities are of the nature, or in this case, Earth.” Hana stopped rocking herself and brought her legs up into the chair, folding them Indian style. Yet the chair didn’t cease or slow in it’s rocking. Green leaves and vines started sprouting from the wooden rocker along with numerous brightly colored flowers. “My abilities stretch as far as nature does. With my last ability, I am able too see into the hearts of others. There true intentions, there past corruptions, there future goals, I can see it all.” Hana finished, recalling the vines and greenery back within the wooden chair. Conan was speechless while Ai had to inwardly admit that was pretty good, but they could have found some way to set this all up in advance. “Kokoro Hanatsu, nickname Rei. True name, Kepesk. I’m the Bronze Dragon, bat dragon type. My abilities are the forever shifting winds. Air if you want to call it.” Hanatsu told them politely, his hands resting on his lap. He then breathed in a small amount of air before blowing towards Conan and Ai causing there cloths and hair to flail all over the place from the powerful gust of wind. “My abilities are as wide and open as the wind, but I only have abilities of the wind. Conan was half-faced grinning with excitement at all this. Ai was rather impressed. Though didn’t quite believe that ‘all’ that wind had come from him. She felt as if they were playing tricks on them, and she was going to find a way to expose there lies. “Eikyu-ni Kasai has become my mortal name. Honoo is what I will only allow certain one’s to call me. Valignatir is my actually name. I’m a phoenix dragon also known as the gold dragon. My ability involves anything with heat, mainly fire.” Kasai stated tonelessly. She sat at the right end of the love couch. Her arm folded and her legs crossed. Turning her sights over to the fire place, she opened her mouth and a stream of flames burst out igniting a fire in the fire place. Closing her mouth she licked her lips as thin trails of smoke flowed from the corners of her jaws as she turned back to the two shrunken teens. “I’m able to control anything that has a temperature of one hundred degrees and higher.” Kasai started quickly passing her hand through the air before the fireplace causing the flames in completely snuff out. Conan’s eyes were large as his mouth hung open gaped wide. This time Ai was thoroughly impressed. She saw how someone could imitate the lighting of fire anywhere, but not the projection of fire from there mouths. At least not on the spot like Kasai just showed. Turning to the last person Ai prepared to watch him intently. The long auburn haired man sat on the far left side of love couch. His legs crossed and both his hand rested behind his head. Then slowly he rose his head and lifted his right hand towards Conan and Ai as if he were offering them something invisible. All of a sudden he gestured with his fingers to come towards him, but Conan and Ai quickly discover it wasn’t them he was commanding to approach him. From there eyes tears were forced out and pulled towards the man with a knowing smirk. A few of both there tears floated towards him until they came to hover over his palm. “Zhen the true name. Water control is my game. I’ll be going by Rakka Rein, but only you, the other four and whom ever I decide late, if anyone are allowed to call my Ryu.” Rein informed them with much cockiness and attitude. Conan was jaw drop astonished. And Ai…? Well Ai couldn’t argue with what she just saw, yet the scientist within was trying to think up some way to disprove what she just saw and reveal it to be some sort of elaborate trick. Except, she couldn’t. “We would prefer it if you would address us by either our mortal names of nicknames, but never our true names. I would be far to dangerous at this moment in time.” Hana told the teens. “Wait! Why would it be dangerous?” the detective questioned. “Our King died before his true time was up. Meaning someone or something either killed him, or worse. Found a way to rush our life existence.” “But, Kibo-san, if whatever killed the King wanted you all dead, why didn’t it kill all of you as well? Why would it allow you five, from the sound of it the King’s right-handers, to live? Wouldn’t you five become an obstacle in the killer way?” The five Gods looked at Conan with realization in there eyes from his words. “Then…it’s not us it’s after, but…” Hana shockingly understood and whipped her head towards Conan as the others followed suit. “It you… This killer must be out to erase all the Platinum Royals.” Rein stated in awe. “Who are these ‘Platinum Royals’?” “Our Kings blood line is the rarest and enables one with this rare blood to have abilities that none of us possess or even ever could. We had all chosen to have these rare blood beings as our supreme leader and call them the Platinum Royals. Our King was the last known Platinum Royal until the time of his death when he told use the prophecy.” Hana answered Conan. “Your eyes are pure cobalt. As was our Kings. Your name brings light and hope into the hearts of all who need your help. You have never taken a life nor have ever pondered on taking someone’s life. Your being is all about what’s right and just. All of this, was our King. You are his son Kudo Shinichi. You are the next ruler. You, are our King.” Kagayaku profoundly announced with great energy bowing at the end followed by the other four. Conan looked on at them unsure on what to say or do. “We are known as the Mystic Legends, and only serve the Platinum Royals. We are here to protect and defend you as well as see too your ever wish Your Majesty. It’s your destiny. Your true destiny, to inherit your fathers throne and become ruler of the Celestial Plain and all others below.” Kagayaku stated. It was completely silent aside from the grandfather clock ticking in the room. Finally, Conan spoke. “So, you’re certain I’m this Platinum Royal Gods son?” “Yes!” the five Gods answered. “And your now my protectors as well as servants?” “Yes!” “And I have to return with you to Heaven, or the Celestial Plain to resume my fathers role as supreme God?” “Yes!” It was quiet for a long moment apart from the ticking of the clock before Conan spoke again. His glasses began to sheen with a mischievous and calculative thought. “Well, I’m not saying I’ll go, but I’m not saying I won’t either.” The five lifted there head to stare at Conan curiously. “Then what are you saying my Lord?” Hana asked. “Okay, first of, please stop called my Lord and Master and Majesty? I know it’s a form or respect towards me, but refrain from calling me that. I will allow you, if you want to address me as such, only if I give any orders. Other then that, please just call my Shinichi.” Conan beamed politely. Seeing a slight shock yet approval nod from the five Conan continued. “Second, I’d like to ask you if any of you possibly know how to reverse shrinking affects of any like.” “Of course Mas-I mean, Shinichi. Except what you’ve asking for lives deep within the Celestial Forests back home.” “What am I asking for then Rein?” “A fox angel. Also known as Spirit Shifters. There incredibly rare, even in the Celestial Plain. Though, what you’re asking for from them is there blood and tears.” Conan uncomfortably started at Rein when he said this. “What do you mean, there blood and tears?” “Only the blood of the fox angels can counteract anything attacking or infecting another’s. And there tears purify and stabilize the transformation.” Conan downcast his eyes slightly in defeat when Zhen realized he still had Conan and Ai’s tears in his palm. Just as he was about to wipe them away something caught his attention. “It can’t be…” he gasped rather loudly earning the attention of everyone in the room. “What is it Zhen?” Hanatsu asked anxious. “Well, it just Master’s tears would have a pure crystallize sheen to them.” “They don’t?” Hana questioned with slight fright. “No, no! They do, but… The little one’s tears…there…” “What’s wrong with Shiho?” Conan more demanded in a firm tone then asked. “Well, her tears are far different from a humans. A humans tears are hazy-clear with a ice-like shine, but the little one’s tears… There diamond clear with an aurora of what looks like stars flowing about.” “That…that can’t be. Then… Then the little on over there really is…” Kagayaku gasped as the others all turned towards Ai. Ai, feeling incredibly uncomfortable just glared at them in return, but secretly squeezed Conan’s hand tighter. Tiny beads of sweat sliding down her face. Feeling her grip tighten Conan knew what was up. “Alright, enough with the cryptic talk. What’s wrong with Shiho!” Conan this time demand sternly, giving an unnoticeable growl. “Nothing’s wrong with her Master, but… It seems she’s one of us.” Kasai stated, still surprised at the discovery. “What do you mean, one of us?” “She’s a Spirit Shifter, a fox angel Master.” Hanatsu informed him Conan veered his head to the side and gazed at Ai with wonderment. Ai was to much in bewilderment to even noticed all eyes had been shifted to her. Only when she heard Conan’s anxious voice did she come back to reality, or what was suppose to be know as such. “Huh?” Conan gazed at her anxiously. “I said are you going to be alright? You looked awfully worried for the moment there, almost frightened.” “Heh! I’m a scientist Kudo-kun. It’s going to take a lot more then a few elemental tricks to even come close to convincing me of any of this.” “But, how could you call what they showed us tricks? They did it right in front of us.” “They could have prepared everything in advanced to make it all seem real. Honestly Kudo-kun. You really believe everything they’ve said and that you’re some God Kings son? Last I recalled you had a father, who I might add, is still very much alive. You can’t have two fathers. And I highly doubt Gods would be so unfamiliar with the way we humans dress here let alone openly disclose anything of sever importance to someone before fully back checking there history.” Ai’s tone was neutral, with no emotion and she wouldn’t look at Conan or the five proclaimed ‘Gods’. Ai was expecting Conan to argue with her. Saying those couldn’t have been tricks and that not everything can be explained logically. Except he didn’t. Conan gripped Ai’s hand a bit more firmly causing her to finally turn towards him. His eyes held no anger of arguing or annoyance to her belief of everything had a rational explanation, but rather, shun with understanding. His eyes alone asked her an unspoken favor. Give a surrendering sigh, Ai cracked a grin. “It’s completely ridicules, but if you really want to give it a try I guess it wouldn’t hurt, much. Seeing as my blood is needed.” Conan grinned then turned back to the Mystic Legends to address them. “Shiho and I are willing to give this blood and tears statement a try.” Conan stated. “Ryu, I want you to extract the tears. I don’t want her in any pain to cause her to really cry.” Rein started surprised at Conan when he addressed him with his chosen nickname, but quickly shook it off and bowed in agreement. “As for the blood, I’d like someone to assist Shiho. She’s a chemist so she knows how to work with needles, but I still want someone with her incase she needs assistance in anything.” Conan announced. Ai’s sight swerved to her right, staring at Conan curiously. “If it would be acceptable, I would like to aid Lady-Shiho, Your Majesty.” Hana requested with a slight bow. Ai taken aback by the sudden praised address, gawked at Hana while Conan, just as surprised, nodded in approval. Hana bowed more sensibly in gratitude. Just then the clock chimed seven times, startling everyone in the room. “Seven ‘o clock? I didn’t realize it had gotten so late. Will begin the process tomorrow at noon, but at the Professors house. I’ll be staying there tonight instead of at Ran‘s. I don’t want anyone too see us randomly leaving my house here when they never saw anyone enter. Though I must thank you all. You did a pretty nice quick clean of the place considering I haven’t lived here for ten months.” The five all gave small smiles and smirks of thanks before Kasai spoke up. “So, once you’ve regained your proper form you’ll return to the Celestial Plain with us?” Conan gazed at the deep-blond sternly, “I have a few urgent matters to attended to here before I can even think of going anywhere. Once all the issues are corrected and solved I‘ll give you my answer then.” Kasai averted her eyes and bowed slightly in apology. “Now, get some rest all of you. The beginning of our battles start at noon tomorrow.” Conan announced as he jumped from the chair, released Ai’s hand and headed for the door. Ai gazed at the five once more, seeing them nod in understanding at Conan’s order before she lept off the chair in pursuit of the shrunken teen detective. *** Conan entered the Professors house with Ai right behind him sighing. “I’ll be right back Haibara. I need to go make a few calls.” Conan stated heading over to the phone. “Kudo-kun?” Conan stopped and faced Ai. “Hm?” “Do you really believe a word of what they said? I mean, come on! My blood and tears are the antidote?! About them being Gods and you the ’son’ of the King of Gods! Don’t you find any of this even remotely improbable?!” “Just as improbable as something having the ability to reverse the ageing and growth process in older people by about ten years?” “That was all science Kudo-kun! The drug can be explained and broken down into logical factors and formulas by someone who understands and knows of its process!” “Exactly.” Conan winked smiled. Ai stared at him in confusion. “What do you mean?” “You just stated that you know the drug, APTX-4869‘s, processing system ‘cause you can break it down into a series of information that can be explained, right?” Ai glared at Conan questioningly. “Where are you going with his Kudo-kun?” “That even you, the creator of the drug, doesn’t know everything about it. The drug was meant to kill and it always did, until I came alone and then you. According to you we’re the only two to ever survives taking the drug, and even though you’ve been working on an antidote you still don’t know why we lived while all the others died. So, isn’t there situation a little like yours?” “What!? How?” Ai demanded. “Like them claiming to Gods, no one will believe it without concrete proof. Just like if we told people who we really are. No one’s going to believe a pair of kids who claim to really be the reverted child forms of a world renowned detective high school student and a university graduate chemist genius without provided proof. And even when the proofs given it’ll still be quite difficult to believe.” Ai’s anger sizzled out at Conan logic. He was right. And she couldn’t help the tiny smirk twitching at the upper corner of her lip. “Besides,” Conan continued gaining Ai’s full attention again. “I have this feeling about them. Something about everything they said seems familiar to me.” A full on smirk spread on Ai’s face. “What? Is your detective senses tingling?” she teased. Except, Conan didn’t retort back like usual. Instead he looked serious. “No. It was something else. Something… inside me that seemed to want me to reach out to them and trust them.” Conan shook his head slightly. “I don’t know what is was Haibara, but what I do know is that everything they said, they were very serious about it all. Even those powers they each wielded had some strange presence that was calling out to me.” Conan took a deep breath and sighed. “I think we should at the least give them the benefit of the doubt, for now.” Saying Ai was thoroughly impressed with Conan’s logical break down would have be accurate, but she was never going to let him know that. A praise the high would expand his ego high then Heaven. Giving a half smile Ai turned and walked towards the kitchen with a wave of her hand. “Whatever Kudo-kun, just finish all your calls in fourth-five minutes. Dinner will be ready soon.” Smiling back the detective beamed happily as he picked up the house phone. “Thanks Haibara!” *** It was late, about nine fifty-three at night, but Ayumi couldn’t sleep. She was to deep in thought about a certain young, glasses wearing detective’s behavior and her best friends sudden absentees. Ayumi had decided to call up the two friends she had that she knew felt the same, in a way. “I’m really worried about Conan-kun, Mitsuhiko-kun. He’s been acting weird lately and Ai-chan wasn‘t in school the last three days.” *Don’t worry Ayumi-chan. I sure Conan-kun is doing alright.* **Yeah! Probably on another awesome case somewhere without us, as usual.** “But Genta-kun, Conan-kun hasn’t been on any cases for about two weeks now. He and Ai-chan have hanging out with use the whole time, but now Ai-chan hasn’t called me at all to let me know she’s alright if she’s as sick like Conan-kun said.” **Yeah, I know! He told us we couldn’t go see her ‘cause she was really sick and needed rest, but then he went to visit her Friday. I noticed him take the route to Hakase’s instead of his own.** *What do you suppose Conan-kun wanted to see Haibara-chan for yesterday?* **Probably wanted to make sure she was doing alright, but then why sneak away instead of all of us going to visit her?** *Hmm, maybe he don’t want us to go because maybe she’s not really sick at all!* **Then why would she miss school for three days in a row and have the little-squirt cover for her?** *I don’t know Genta-kun, but I think we should find out.* **Yeah! I’m tired of that runt sneaking around and hiding stuff from us!** *Haibara-chan too. I want to know what’s going on once and for all! You in Ayumi-chan?* Ayumi had been quietly listening to the boys conversation until Mitsuhiko asked her if she agreed with them. Nodding firmly to no one by herself Ayumi agreed. “Yes! Will go to Ai-chan’s first tomorrow noon then head on over to Conan-kun’s places after we’ve visited Ai-chan.” Mitsuhiko and Genta agreed. Tomorrow at noon they would confront Conan and Ai and demand to know what’s going on.

A/N: Official Chapter 1 here right now since I've already go the Prologue and chapters 1 and 2 up on my main sites. I'll be posting Chapter 2 up right after this. I mean, might as well have this site caught up with it's new brethren. ~~~ *** Different Location --- Next Day Italics Flashbacks “…” Dialogue ‘…’ Thoughts Chapter 1: Realization *Time moves forward, never stops. Only when you cease fighting the current, will you ascertain the truth. ~Neko12 “Hey, Kudo-kun?” “Hm?” “I’m nearly done.” “Wha!? Really?” Conan gasped in astonishment nearly falling off the couch. “In about two months the antidote will be completed.” Ai announced from her computer still typing away like a maniac typist. “Shiho that’s great!” the shrunken detective cheered. Ai flinched, a bit taken aback by Conan called her by her true name, though she smiled seeing him so full of glee. However, though she smiled for his happiness, her smile was but a mask to hide the true turmoil coursing through her heart. Oblivious to the chemists inner emotional confection, Conan continued giggling with delight as he readied to leave. “Alright then, I’ll stop by tomorrow to see how things are coming alone. Bye Haibara!” Conan called out as he shut the front door behind him, not noticing he had but moments ago called Ai but her true first name. Ai continued typing away at the computer not responding to the little detectives farewell. She remained silent for a few moments more until a wet drop hit the back of her hand causing her to halt all her actions. Despite the average amount of lighting in the room, Ai’s thick bangs fully shadows her eyes. Streams of a water on either sides of her cheeks were sliding down her face until it reached the base of her chin and fell as droplets splashing more and more water upon her hands and legs. ‘Why…?’ she body trembled reluctantly. ‘Why did I have to live to only desire death even more…?’ Ai mused as she pressed her palms to her face and released her sorrow in solitude. *** ‘I’m going to be myself again! My real self!’ Conan continued musing with happiness. His face plainly showing his joy as he walked with his hands behind his head and a spring in this step grinning madly like the Cheshire cat. He had gone to Professor Agasa’s house after school to check up on Ai. She had missed school for the last three days in a row and Conan had gotten worried about her. Though he‘d never admit it to her face. So right after school Conan decided to head straight to Agasa’s house to check on her. Being Friday and all he had plenty of time. Upon his arrival he found no one in sight. Having a quick look around he located Ai down in her lab basement right outside her room. It appeared Agasa had recently left for a convention and left a note advising both Conan and Ai to be careful. When Conan asked Ai why she wasn’t at school she had at first merely handed him a sheet of paper. FLASHBACK “Eh? What is all this Haibara?” Conan asked with puzzlement. “Take a good look at it Kudo-kun.” she told him flatly. “I don’t get it. All I see are numbers, lines, letters… Is-Is that a feather?” “Kudo-kun, there formulas” Ai finally told him, sighing with irritation and most likely saving the detectives brain cells from any further self-inflicting damage. “Formulas? For what?” “Kudo, you’re a fool.” Ai accused bored. “H-Hey!” he shot back. “If you look closely you’ll recognize certain parts of the formulas.” With that Conan diverted his scowled face to the piece of paper. He studied it for but a moment before gasping in astonishment. “This… This is…” “While I was doing some research I noticed certain things from some formulas I was reading on. Slowly numbers and letters came flooding back into my memory, so I jotted down what I could remember. And after a while,” Ai pointed to a mid-sized stack of eight notebooks a few feet from where Conan was starting. “I began to recall many more formulas. After spending sixteen hours writing all the notes I began working on fusing and formatting the formulas data. I’ve been at it for the past three days now.” Conan, still seeming shellshock just gawked at Ai. ‘Haibara…? You really have been…?’ Conan was swiftly knocked out of his stunned state of musing when Ai spoke again. “The greater news, though Kudo-kun, is this.” Ai held up a CD disk between her right hand pointer and middle fingers. Her left never ceasing it rapped typing speed. Conan gawked wider. “It seem the data I swiped from Pisco’s laptop wasn’t destroyed in the fire as we had original thought.” Ai stated returning the disk to it place beside her computer, her right hand resuming its previous typing fit. “But, how? You said it fell out of her pocket while we escaped the fire.” “This is just a hunch, but it might have fallen through the floor before the flames got to it. How it survived intact is a mystery of its own, but it did and some how made its way to the store. Where by sheer luck when I went to buy more blank disks I purchased it without realizing it until I put it in my computer.” Absolutely dumbfound Conan just stared. Sensing what the detective would soon ask Ai continued. “The disks appears blank to those that are not suppose to see information on the Organization. However, with every Organization disk there is always the same hidden symbol in the very center of the screen. To the untrained eye it would appear nothings there, but on a careful and closer inspection by one to be able to detect the mark they would be able to notice the slightest of a faint outline of a tiny bullet standing upright. Noticing this I began typing out the codes and passwords to unlock the program protecting the files. Once I got through I had access to not only secret information about the Organization and its members, but all the data and research I had acquired when working for them.” The room fell into a shocking silence, before Ai’s vague whisper murmured in the room, seeming to bounce off the empty walls and hit Conan’s ears clear as day, despite the audio she spoke in. “Once the antidotes complete you will return back to your former self for good. You will have your life back, Kudo Shinichi.” Though she said this with no emotion, Conan could faintly detect a spark of…regret? “Haibara? Is there anything I could do to help?” Conan offered, timidly smiling, trying to make her feel better, but he felt more dejected then angry when she declined harshly. “Absolutely not Kudo-kun! You’ll just only get in my way. You wouldn’t know the first basic thing to do without me having to explain everything. Go sit down somewhere or just leave, but stay out of my way.” Dismal for some reason Conan turned and sat on the couch against the wall waiting for Ai to inform him of any other news. Shortly though Conan fell asleep. Unbeknown to him that icy-blue, aquamarine eyes watched him with tenderness and warmth for four hours until he woke. FLASHBACK END ‘Haibara has never been this determined before. And I wonder why she sounded remorseful, even slightly. Could she think I still blame her for all this…?’ Conan mused. ‘But that’s absurd! I thought I had made it very clean many times I no longer blame her. Then…what could be troubling her so…?’ Conan looked at his watch while waiting for the light to turn green. ‘It’s twelve past six in the evening, I should make it back in time.’ When the walk light flashed green Conan began to cross the street. Mid way he heard sirens and the sound of a speeding car. Not even a moment later a bright red sports car flew around the corner and was zooming straight towards Conan. No time to act, all Conan could do was try to shield himself with his arms. The car seemed to accelerate more as Conan heard the shrieking tires spin closer. It all happened so fast. Conan saw only a blur of gray, heard a thundering crash, flew though the air, and hit the pavement surprisingly light, with a sudden mysterious heavy weight on top of him. His body ached for sure and blood was streaming down the right side of his head, but other then that he was fine. Meekly he opened his eyes to only gape his mouth in a heart stopping gasp. He now understood why he wasn’t either in excruciating pain or dead. Lying slightly on top of him was a young teen-woman. By the looks of it she was no more then sixteen or seventeen years old. Her hair was a strange shiny gray that was sprawled out all over and blood was leaking from her right arm. Conan carefully removed himself from under the woman try and wake her with gentle yet firm shakes, hoping she wasn’t dead. “Miss? Hey miss, please wake up!? Miss!” Finally the teen stirred and Conan gave a heavy sigh of relief. “Are you going to be alright miss? I’ll call an ambulance.” Before Conan could fully turn back around the woman rose to her knees holding her head. “Ouch! Damnit! I keep forgetting in this cursed body I’m so vulnerable!” ‘Huh?’ Conan questioned mentally, wondering just what the heck the adolescent-woman meant by that statement. She had blood trailing down the left side of her face, cuts and scrapes all over her left arm and leg, a mild gash on her right shoulder as well as her shoulder appeared to be dislocated. Conan eyed the woman with breathtaking awe. Only then did she finally seem to take notice of Conan presence as she turned and smiled at him. “Are you alright little boy?” Conan gave a weary chuckle with a twitching smile as he nodded his answer. “Well, that’s good.” the woman exclaimed as she rose to her feet finally taking notice of her right shoulders condition. “You should really have a doctor look as her injuries.” “Ah no, I’m fine” the woman answered Conan’s concerned statement with natural calm as she took hold her shoulder with her left hand. Then with a twist, pull and a sudden sickening crack her shoulder was back in place and good as new. “Ah, much better.” the woman sighed as she then turned towards Conan who was wearing a disturbed expression at what she just did. For the first time now Conan was able to take in her full appearance. The woman was fairly tall possibly a few inches taller then Ran, average skinny yet seemed to have some build from examining her slightly more-then-feminine-normal broad shoulders and biceps. However, she was a strange and bizarrely beautiful woman. Her hair it a stunning solid silver that cascaded down to the base of her back. Long flowy silver bangs and two small grouped strands of hair helping to frame the sides of her face. Speaking of her face, it was firm yet elegant like that of a feline, her creamy-tan skin tone and her eyes of astonishing emerald green only added to her abnormal, supernatural beauty. Not to mention her chest build was definitely something never to be shamed. Conan eyed her in awe now, still taken aback by her stunning appetence. She wore a baggy sky blue blouse had a navy blue lace around her mid-section, and jet black thigh-high jean-shorts hanging loosely at the base. “You should be more careful kid,” the she warned. “It’s dangerous for a child your age to be out here alone.” Conan gave her a quick mocking smile as he mused, ‘If you only knew the truth.’ His expression flashed to concern. “Are you going to be alright Miss?” For a moment the woman eyed Conan with puzzlement before answering him slightly nervous. “Yes, I’ll be alright,” she paused for a moment then leaned down closer towards Conan’s face. “May I ask your name?” Conan startled by the woman’s sudden closeness stammered, “E-Edogawa C-Co-Conan.” The woman looked the child up and down and was about to wave him off when she caught the sight of his eyes. Literally lunging foreword landing on her hand the woman pressed closer to gaze into Conan’s eyes. Conan completely taken by surprise fell back as all he could do was allow this woman to “examine” him it seemed. ‘What the hells with her all of a sudden!? It’s like she a tiger about to pounce me!’ Conan mused in fright, sweat bearing down his face. After only a few moment though the woman flew back with a sharp gasp and scurried to her feet with a look of sheer fear trembling in her eyes. Without another word the teen-woman turn and fled away down an alley. Conan now with his detective gaze, set firm eyes on the fleeing woman with alert suspicion. Only when she was out of sight did Conan finally take notice to a massive gathering of police cars surrounding the once speeding car. Conan was going to go give them his statement when he fully took notice of the condition of the once polished red sports car. It’s entire front was smashed in as if something had caused it to concave inwards like hitting an electric pole. The hood had popped clear off and was bent in all direction crumpled to the side. It looked like something had dug into it several time, as if the markings were done by something incredibly sharp and strong. The engine looked like something had shredded it as if it were a block of cheese with a grader, and the front windshield had completely shattered with a few scratch marks on the outside of what was left of it clinging to the rim of the windshield. The driver had been a murderer on the run for the past four days, but now he lie on the pavement profoundly bleeding from his nose, mouth, ears and a couple thin streams from his widen, lifeless, cold eyes. A cop finally notice Conan and rushed to his side. “Conan-kun, are you alright?” It was Detective Sota. She looked exhausted and ready to collapse. A few scraps and bruises alone her face and arms, but nothing more. Conan nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine Sota-san.” “What happened to you Conan-kun? You’re bleeding” she said as she pulled out a cloth to clean away his blood. “I was on my way home when that car was speeding towards me. I couldn’t get out of the way fast enough, but a woman throw herself at me and save me.” Detective Sota listened eagerly before speak again. “Did you see who or what that car might have crashed into to cause it such damage?” Conan knew the question would be asked, but he had no idea how to tell her that the woman who saved him could have possibly done that to the car. She’d never believe him. He hardly believe himself on that matter. It was impossible for someone to damage a car like this in such short about of time. Even if they had a week and were professionals they could never do damage like this. The condition of the vehicle was completely unreal. So, Conan did the only thing he could; act like the child he appeared to be. “I don’t know Sota-san… I was to scared to open my eyes. All I heard was the car coming at me, then a loud crash, I was flying through the air until I hit my head on the road. A few moments later when I opened my eyes I saw a woman over me cover in injuries. But, once I told her I was alright she got up and left.” Detective Sota nodded to Conan in understanding. “Alright then, you should get going home Conan-kun. Ran-san will be worrying.” Conan nodded as he turned around and began his trek back home. *** A long silver haired woman continued dashing through the city with unspeakable speed. Completely unseen by the human eyes, until she reached a building with the title Mouri Detective Agency. She stopped and hid in the shadows of the alley across the street. She only had to wait ten minutes before the boy she had encountered earlier appeared and just as she had gathered, he went into the building. “So, this is your nesting ground? We pictured it to be far more elegant for one such as you. Though, I guess we shouldn’t complain considering your current “condition” at the moment. You shall meet us very soon young one. We all shall meet very, very soon.” the shadowy cloaked woman hissed with delight as a pair of emerald green lights faded from the shadows of the alleyway. *** At the far outskirts of the city stretched a grassy clearing before it disappeared into the depths of the forest. Four figures stood at the edge of the clearing looking out over the city. It’s manmade metropolises shun brighter then the stars from there own-made lights. The night seemed to buzz and hiss from the echoing commotion rising up from the human city known as Tokyo. “Damnit! She’s late! How long does it take to track down the mortal!? I mean it‘s just a mortal. Though it should be giving off an aura right? Wouldn‘t that make it easier and quicker to locate!?” “Argh! Enough of you petty squeaking Zhen. Jenn’la knows what she’s doing. And beside, we’ve been in this Plain for a century and a half now and we’ve still yet to locate the mortal.” “But Valignatir, why do you suppose Jenn’la just suddenly took off instead of informing the rest of use?” “You should already know the answer to that Kepesk. Jenn’la is known as the Souls Spirit for a reason. She most likely sensed the mortal nearby, but wanted to confirm it herself. Seeing as what happened the last time we though we had found our mortal.” Valignatir exclaimed placing a hand over the top of her chest feeling the deep scars that would forever be embedded within her flesh, plaguing her of the burning memories she disparately desired to erase. The forth figure, who was crouched down to one knee finally spoke. “She’s returned.” Camlib announced. Just like mist a fifth figure solidified behind them. “Forgive my sudden departure everyone,” the fifth form apologized. Her body bent down, knees crouched in a bow, her head lowered, and one of her fisted hands gingerly planted before her into the grassy earth, supporting her balance. “Welcome back Jenn’la. I hope you bring good news.” “Better then good, Valignatir. I bring a heavenly report.” All eyes and attention was now on the fifth body that had recently appeared out of nowhere. “I have located the proper mortal as well as tracked him down to his temporary nesting ground.” “Hm, so it’s a male we seek. And what do you mean by “temporary nesting ground” Jenn’la? The mortal should be of ascending ago if not soon.” “Our mortal male has, some “inflicting” conditions.” “Well then Jenn’la, please fill us in on what you have gathered.” Raising her head slightly her long hair have a swift glint in the moons light as her eyes emanated an unrealistic green glow. “Very well Valignatir.” she purred delightfully. *** “Shiho, please…?” “I don’t give a damn! I promised to always protect you! How can I keep my promise it you remain the way you are…?” “I need you…Shiho.” “I know I’ve been a fool… And I’m more sorry then I can ever say… But you‘re wrong to think such thoughts!” “Shiho, I can’t go on without you.” “You’re my little Kitsune, Shiho.” “Kudo-kun? Kudo-kun?” Shiho called out looking for Shinichi. She was back to her true form, Miyano Shiho, and she knew Conan had returned back to for she could hear his teen voice in the distance speaking words that made her heart, for the very first time in her life, flutter with warmth and tenderness. She was walking through a woodland area following Shinichi’s voice when she came to an opening in the undergrowth that looked like it lead to a clearing. Sighing with relief as her heart pounded with excitement at hearing Shinichi’s voice louder, Shiho burst through the thicket to see an enormous grassy hill with what looked to be an elegant cherry blossom tree at the very top. She heard Shinichi’s voice again as she took off dashing up the hill to see him. Her heart ramming in her chest as her pulse throbbed with pure bliss with the anticipation of seeing him. Shiho finally made it to the top and the view was breath taking as she watch a magnificent sunset, its mystical rays of fading warm colors reflected off the surface of the ocean. It was beautiful. Cherry blossoms began to fall around her. Shiho really laughed and smiled with true happiness. She head Shinichi’s voice once again on the other side of the tree and was starting to make her way around it when her heart shattered, her feeling of bliss was sucked away by a cold darkness leaving only a void of nothingness. Her eyes welled up with tears, not realizing that they were and her lower lip quivered slightly. The sight the bestowed itself before her was one she dreaded for months to see, but knew it would come to be. Up, pressed and pinned against the trunk of the tree stood Ran with her neck craned out towards Shinichi’s face. Shinichi stood before her, trapping her in place before him, though his body did not touch her. Blocking her exits with his long, muscle arms on either sides of her. His palms pressing roughly against the trunk of the tree, his nails digging into the bark so fiercely a thin trail of blood skimmed down his fingertips from beneath his nail-beds. Though most of all was his lips, Shinichi’s soft and tender looking lips that Shiho fantasized and dreamt of kissing were now pressing again Ran’s. Ran’s eyes were closed, looking like she had been crying while Shinichi’s eyes appeared calm yet semi distressed. ‘No… This… This can’t be… Please Gods no… Don’t… Don’t show this too me! Not now! Not… Not me… No…no…no…!’ Finally when the tears started to fall Shiho cried out. “No!” *** “No!” Ai’s gasping cry jolted her from her dream. Her blankets were damp and her spot where she had been sleeping was now drenched with sweat. Panting heavily she tried to recollect herself. Ai wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead as her began to regain her regular breathing. “A dream…? No… More like a nightmare. But…” Ai pondered somberly. “Maybe fates showing what’s to become me. Alone once again.” Ai murmured the last words full of heartache and longing as her thoughts couldn’t help but continue thinking on her pain. ‘Kudo Shinichi… Why did I live only to suffer like this…? Falling in love with you, the one who’s life I ruined… And yet even know this I feel for you still. Clutching tightly to that final, fleeting light of hope in wishing you were mine. But I have no right… Despite my wishing and praying… I knowing I will never be yours… What reason would there be for a murderer as myself to be granted into your heart…’ Ai solemnly mused as she sat up for the next few hours quietly crying, musing alone until her tears forced her into an emotionally, exhausted, dreamless sleep. --- Conan was making is way down his old neighborhood, Beika Block, Second Street, towards Professor Agasa’s house. It was a quarter past one in the afternoon, and even though Conan had got a good nine hours of sleep, he still felt tired. Most likely do the his over-accelerated, emotional, anxiety he’s experiencing. Sighing numerous time, the shrunken detective began wondering how he’d begin his approach towards Haibara on the matter of what he had concluded just last night. FLASHBACK “I’m home Ran-neechan!” “Ah! Conan-kun!” Ran yelled anxiously rushing over to the small child she sees as a little brother, crouching down to his level and embracing him fiercely. “Conan-kun, are you alright? Megure-san called for dad a little while ago and informed us of a really bad car chase accident! He said you had gotten hurt in the cars path!” Ran slightly yelled out worriedly, though there was evidence of previous tears in her eyes as well as proof of newly forming ones. Smiling childishly Conan gave a small chuckle. “I’m alright Ran-neechan. Sota-san bandaged me up. I‘m as good as new!” Conan cheered. Ran gave a weak smile of relief and whipped her damp eyes before the fresh tears could fall. “Thank goodness you’re not badly hurt. I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you Conan-kun.” Ran admitted happily finishing drying her teary eyes. Conan’s smile weakened, yet for some odd reason he no longer felt overly guilty like he use too. Which was strange, because even knowing he was going to return back to Kudo Shinichi in a couple months, he still didn’t feel any guilt. Or even more bizarre, eager. In fact, he felt a since of relief and peace at being able to soon be leaving the Mouri Detective Agency, Kogoro-san, and strangely enough Ran behind. “Alright then, are you hungry Conan-kun? Dinners ready.” Conan was pulled out of his daze and turned towards Ran. Smiling gleefully and childishly once again he cheered. “Yeah! I’m starving!” Conan finished dinner roughly fast, to both he and Ran’s surprise considering to had had seconds, then he retreated to his room for the remainder of the evening saying goodnight to Ran. Sleep, however, never came to him that night. Instead Conan lie on his back, his hands propped behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling with glasses-less eyes and a confused yet determined sheen in his cobalt orbs. He was desperately musing, trying to focus and figure out what was churning within him. ‘Okay, first off, I know why am I excited to get out of here. Mainly so I no longer have to deal with that drunken-fool, child abusive, sloth of a detective. Plus I wont have to endure this rancid smell of cigarettes and beer anymore.’ Conan crinkled up his nose in disgust making his point more solid. ‘But why am I feeling to relieved to leave Ran? I mean, I love Ran! Don’t I…?’ Conan pondered on Ran for a while longer, yet nothing click in him like it use too. He didn’t feel heat rise to his face when to remember them bathing together. His nose didn’t attempt to gush out blood when he pictured her naked. He didn’t even get turned on at the thought of them doing anything intimately sexual. Nothing! With a gasp of realization, Conan- no, Kudo Shinichi realized he was no longer in love with Mouri Ran. ‘What could have changed everything…?’ Conan now pondered on all the events that had accrued over the past ten months since he had shrunk. He knew one couldn’t just go from truly loving someone to all of a sudden, no chemistry forming. It just didn’t work like that. He undeniably loved Ran when he was still Kudo Shinichi, just was to shy to tell her. Then when he became Edogawa Conan, his love for her flared even more because now he had gotten to live with her and do thing he had only dreamed and fanaticized about. Like bathing with her, sleeping beside her in the same bed, hug her in a romantic manner, even though it had to be secretive. Hell he even kissed her that one time when that sommelier, Sawaki attempted to drown everyone in the underwater amusement parks restaurant. I mean, yeah it was only to give Conan so oxygen, but a kiss is a kiss regardless, right? So what happened between him and her to cause this rift in his feelings towards her? Conan continued pondering. ‘A month or so later is when I met Haibara and not long after was the case with those magic mirror eggs, but,’ Conan sighed puzzled. ‘I was still in love with Ran. And I was even ready to reveal my true identity to her when Kid showed up and bailed me out of that.’ Conan turned towards the wall sighing again in puzzlement. ‘Then about a month and a half later there was that case with that surgeon who killed Narasawa-san and Shiba-san, and nearly killed Sato-san would it have not been for Ran not being with her. Though Sato-san was shot multiple times and was critically injured she survived in the end. Ran though, during the ordeal had contracted amnesia. And that was when,’ Conan paused in remembering. “That was when Haibara said some crazy nonsense about her wishing she too could lose her own memory and about her wanting us to be together forever.” Conan groaned irksomely, yet when he did this a slight twist of pain bit his heart, though her did his best to ignore it. Turning onto his other side he noticed the quick drawing of himself he received from Master Kisaragi Hosui propped up on his desk against the wall. Conan’s eyes clouded slightly in confusion before blinking a couple time. Returning to his started pose on his back, hands behind his head and eyes fixed on the ceiling, Conan’s face features hardened as he began musing deeply on that particular case. ‘It had only been three weeks after the closing of the case with the murdering surgeon who tried to kill Ran. Haibara had planned on sacrificing herself to save me and the kids from the burning tower. Doc had taken the kids, Haibara, and myself camping and the little brats wanted to visit the Twin-Towers before we returned home.’ Conan continued musing. ‘But, I remember Ran looking at me with such a worried expression on her face after we all got out of the pool safe and sound. And then-’ Conan’s eyes twitched open wide. ‘I didn’t seem to feel guilt or ashamed about making her worry. In fact… I was focusing…on Haibara.’ Conan shot up in a sitting position, eyes filled with amazement, doubt, and bewilderment. ‘Come to think of it. That very same day when I first say Sonoko’s new hair style… The first moment I laid my eyes on her, I saw… Haiba- no, Miyano-san. The image of her from when I first saw her true form up on a roof the day I saved her from Gin and Vodka.’ Eyes trembling now, Conan began remembering events that occurred involving Haibara. After only a few moments three very vivid memories popped in his head. Seemingly upon there own accord. “The day of the Bus Hijacking… The very first time I realized how deeply Haibara desired her own death. And that…” Conan clutched his bed sheets. “That frightened me. And I had told her not to run away from fate.” Conan whispered this to no one but himself. As if hearing the words out loud would bring there meaning and existence to life. Heart picking up speed Conan questioned, “Could I have somewhat meant for her not to run away…from me?” At those last two words a warm, fluttering sensation sparked within Conan’s heart. Confused now more then ever at this sudden butterfly feeling, Conan began to analyze the second memory of the three he had mentally chosen that had all-of-a-sudden seemed to trigger a strong impact on certain emotions within him. Taking a deep breath to steady his fluttering heart, Conan then began quietly muttering more facts and clues. “Professor Agasa had taken Haibara, the kids and I to the big soccer tournament where the Tokyo Spirits versed up against Noir Tokyo, and the day Etsutoshi Oba murdered Kadotake Akano, the hooligan. And yet…” Conan’s voice seemed to tone down into a faint whisper. As he once again clutched the bed sheets, tighter then before as his hands trembled slightly. “That was the day Haibara’s words truly started to scare me.” Conan lowered his head as now his bangs completely shadowed his eyes. “She had kept going on about how ‘There is no place for a traitor’ and about ‘Running away to a place far away where people didn’t disapprove of you’. But then, when the case was solved and I saw her on the opposite platform, with that look in her eye… It just…” Conan grit his teeth mildly in- Anger? Fear? Annoyance? ‘I didn’t even seem to think things through at the moment. I had just dashed off after her when the train had arrived, but as I got there it was leaving. As I watched it propel forward, farther away from me, I remember a painstaking stab in my chest I couldn’t understand. I tried chasing after it, despite the raw aching that was erupting from within my chest, but that cursed underground-railroad-machine just continued on speeding onward.’ Pausing for a few moment to recollect his thoughts and soothe his quickening heartbeats. Sighing a slightly heavy breath to help ease his nerves he resumed speaking whispered words to himself . “Calling… I remember desperately calling-no, yelling out to her. As if yelling her name would somehow force the train to stop. It didn’t though, it just kept right on going. And for the very first time on that day, I realized…” Giving a nervous gulp and a twitch of his still tightened fists Conan murmured, “I didn’t want Haibara to leave. Not then, not now, not…ever. I… I wanted her to stay…here… With the Professor… With the Detective Boys… With… With me…” Leaving one hand fiercely gripping his bed sheets so firmly his knuckle turned bleach-white while the other latched onto the front of his night shirt. He squeezed his shirt with such intensity his knuckles not only blanched, but his palms burned hot from the violent friction grip he held. His fingernails were pressed deep into the cloth as if attempting to try and rake through the unwanted garment to proceed at his cheat. Conan bowed his head lower completely silhouetting her face. The shrunken detective, regardless of his status, quivered for still some unknown reason. His entire body shuddered as his breathing weakened out into raspy gasps. An unknown yet indescribable anguish ripped and burned at his chest, reaching to his heart and feeling as if something were crushing it from within him. Unable to hold back any longer; as the glow of the full moon finally poured into his window illuminating everything in its path, a shimmering sparkle gleamed like a tiny star on Conan’s face before it vanished beneath the bed sheets. Then came another small star, and another, and another until there was now a glistening stream of twinkling stars running down the shrunken teens face. With each little light of glitter that fell and vanished beneath the sheets, a small damp splotch began to appear upon on his blankets. A few stars fell and hit Conan’s hand forcing them to disperse into tinier specks of star dust before fading away all together. Conan clasped his teeth together so brutally a thin trickle of crimson blood slid down the side of his right mouth. ‘Damnit! Even though she wasn’t on the train that day, and I became so utterly relieved and even felt soothed and warmed when she asked if I truly would protect her. When she asked me her gaze was so timid and gentle, her eyes seeming to be begging me, pleading me to say yes. It was then and there I realized something…’ “I care about her. I care a very lot about her.” Conan muttered as is voice staggered and shivered slightly scratchy. His shaking suddenly ceased, he relinquished his death grips from his bed sheets and night shirt, and the agonizing pain in his chest just instantly faded away. The pain was replaced with a feeling of warm lightened-featheriness. And his heart… No longer raw with sheer torment, but now felt so hot he swore it would melt into a steaming puddle yet felt as if his body could and would take flight at any given moment. Kudo Shinichi had admitted to himself he no longer held romantic feelings towards Mouri Ran, which surprisingly was very easy. However, his struggle to discover how and why those once purely true and forever feeling emotions had so easily seemed to just fade away without him fully realizing it, gave him the sudden emotional-rollercoaster he needed to finally understand and figure out. Mouri Ran wasn’t the beacon in his heart any longer, but Haibara Ai; true self Miyano Shiho had become not some mere little flame or hope of light. No, Miyano Shiho has become his North Star. His guide to find his way back home to her and sheer happiness. At his final realization Conan gave a smiled so intense that would even cheer-up the Grinch. “So, that’s what’s been truly bothering me. I do still love Ran, but not in a romantic manner any longer. No, it’s Haibara- No! No, it’s Shiho. Yeah, Shiho. My Shiho.” Conan seemed to purr out her true name each time it rolled off his tongue and glided between his lips causing this mouth a slight tingling feeling. One in which he thoroughly enjoys. Freezing in his spot, halting all movements a conflict just dawned on him. “I love Shiho, but… Does she even care that way about me? Or does she still hold some hatred towards me?” Conan asked himself. Fear imminent in his voice. Then, Conan realized why his thoughts had chosen that last memory to burn deeply into his mind. “The second day Ran had returned home from the hospital with her condition of amnesia… Was also that day Shiho had admitted her own feelings towards me, right?” Conan blinked a few time to finally cease the tears from falling any longer. “You and I could finally be together… That‘s all I‘ve ever really wanted…” Conan recited Ai’s exact words as he finished with whipping his tears and minor blood trail away. Once making sure his eyes were tear free and mouth spotless, Conan turned his now puffy red cobalt eyes towards his digital clock. Giving a yawn that proved his tiredness, Conan buried himself back beneath his covers, turned over onto his right side and facing the moon he sighed for the first time in months, in absolute content. He didn’t care that it was four ‘o clock in the morning, Conan was satisfied for now. With a finally murmur, “I’ll talk to Shiho tomorrow.” Conan closed his eyes and drifted peacefully to sleep. FLASHBACK END Palms sweaty, knees shaky, and the absolute uncontrollable swarms of butterflies in his stomach which were causing his face to heat-up and a thin trail of red bridging his nose would most definitely go undetected from her massively sharp keen eyes. Chuckling timidly, swallowing hard anxiously and already sweating up a storm, Conan took many deep breaths as he was just about too reach the gate. His heart pounding so fiercely he worried if it would burst right out of his chest. Now merely a few feet from the gate and he would be before the woman he loved yet she didn’t know and he was here to confess is feelings. Just hoping and praying everything goes well. “Pleasant afternoon Edogawa Conan. Or should we call you… Kudo Shinichi.” Conan froze instantaneously. Sheer unconditional horror twisted his once-moments-ago antsy, happy, blushing features. Conan slowly turned around to face the figure that had just addressed him by his alias and true name. Fear keeping his feet from moving, making it so he could only turn his upper torso. The sight that greeted him made his blood run icy-cold. Behind him, a few meters away stood five tall figures. All of which are clad in raven-black.

A/N: You know, we basically always see DC stories as Mystery or Angst, Drama, Romance, Conflict or Tragedy. But have you even read an actual “Fantasy Themed” DC story? Well, here’s your chance. And I can guarantee you, it’s like no other DC fic you’ve read or ever will! (Shinichi/ConanxShiho/Ai based) ~~~~ Disclaimer: “Detective Conan” and all characters created by Goshi Aoyoma. All rights reserved. No profit is being collected from the fiction contained within. You can blame the rest of this on me. Additional characters other then the normal cast all belong to me! Rating: Be warned for there will be some scenes where there will contain massive combat violence and later on intimations of a physical relationship and intimate contact between consenting adults. HOWEVER, for this site I will be toning down those scenes. If you want to read this story with all it's full on contents you must E-mail me and I'll send you a link to the non-censored chapters. Also hinting to lesbian and gay coupling, as well as mention and attempt of rape and harsh language. If any or all of this will and/or may offend you, please read something else and then seek professional help. Summary: Legends are born from Myths, and Myths are formed from fairytales. But the fairytales had to come from somewhere. Just because you can’t see anything, doesn’t mean it can’t be watching you. This story will contain all the following genres: Adventure, Angst, Drama, Fantasy, Humor, Hurt/Conflict, Mystery, Romance, Suspense, Supernatural, and Spiritual. Later on once I've conpleted them, I'm be adding one preview picture for each chapter at the beginning of the chapter. I'm not finished yet with the first due to other important matters that demanded my attention. Also, lastly, there will be 23 actual chapters and a 24th chapter for the Epilogue. I will update a new chapter ever week on Monday (because I know how much people hate Mondays, and this way you’ll have something exciting to look forward too). P.S. Just to clarify once more- This story IS Shinichi/ConanxShiho/Ai So, if you're not a fan, don't waste my time with your trivial "Flames". Cause with all honesty, I loath Ran with a blazing passion, and there will be some Ran-Bashing in this, but I tried my utmost hardest to keep it miner... Key word here people is "TRIED" Okay, you may now carry on interruption-less! Prologue *When the Mighty fall the strong never ascend. Only the determined and benevolent will stand to the end, but when it’s all done and the battles won, will they want to rise above all? ~Neko12 The roars and wails of many in sheer anguish tore throughout the heavens. Piercing the once thought never-to-change aurora spiraling clouds and causing for the first time ever, since the beginning of life upon the Prime Material Plain for the pure, majestic aura that overfilled their Plain to become thick and heavy. As if poison vapors with a musk of blood and death churned as one to form the new atmosphere. “I can not believe he’s gone…” “Zhen, come one. You’re normally the hardhearted one. So stop your chirping.” “What in the Hells did you just say Jenn'la! My heart may be like ice, but I at least have a heart! I don’t see you breaking out any crystals!” “How dare you, you low-ranked-Rusty-Pup!” “Enough! Zhen, you will learn to control your temper and that tongue of yours! Jenn'la, you will bestow respect towards Zhen and attempt on getting that reckless behavior of yours under control! This is not how members are to interact with one another!” “Camlib, usually I’d agree with you, but…” “There are no room for buts Valignatir. We need to act know! Before it’s to late.” “Camlib? What are you talking about? We just-” “I am perfectly well aware what’s happened here Kepesk. And it seem I am also the only one to have caught his final omen.” Finally gaining the others undivided attention, Camlib recited: “A heart of light and soul of no blood will rise above when the just must come. Then burn back Five the Sins who won. Only gates of Cobalt might, can turn forth the sun.” “Wait, Camlib… You don’t suppose… That he meant… That we have… Down to…” “Exactly Jenn'la. The one we must seek out dwells within the Prime Material Plain. It is our Masters dying wish that we: The Mystic Legends, find this mortal, and seize it.” ~~~ A/N: And one more thing before I care on. I have a Neurological Disorder known as Tourrettes Syndrome that impairs my reading and spelling abilities. So, if you're nit-picky grammar-troll please refrain from being so towards me. I honestly try my absolute hardest to make sure my stories are at the very least flow fluently. If there's a few miss-spells and minor grammar mistakes please just polity point them out rather then becoming a raging Grammar-Demon-Troll. Much appreciated!