CHAPTER FOUR:
the corpse... or lack thereof
—

There were people floating around.

That was the first thing Nana noticed, the morning after she first tested out the pendant.

They weren't quite people, honestly. They looked like people, but there were some things missing — their faces, for one, were completely smooth, flat surfaces, and their legs ended with no feet. They floated at least a few centimeters above the ground, seemingly weightless, and roamed the streets, the halls, and the sky, seemingly lost. Some trailed after living, breathing people.

She tried not to stare, telling herself that maybe it was just a hallucination due to stress, but it was inevitable. Everywhere she looked, there was something, someone, one of those creatures. She could feel their gaze-less stares.

The worst gathering of those... ghosts — ghosts...? — was around Conan.

She guessed it was expected in a way, for a detective to have so many ghosts over his shoulder, but it still saddened her. What had led a child — a teenager, a young boy — to have such a following? Detective work wasn't enough to justify that.

She wondered what would be his reaction, were he to witness the wraiths trailing after him.

(At least, neither Uncle nor Sister had said anything about the screams she was sure had come from her room, last night.)

—

"I don't think that's it..." Nana said, looking at the list of ingredients dubiously.

Mitsuhiko nodded, before shaking his head as soon as Ayumi turned toward them. "I, I think it's good," he said feebly.

"Psh, you're just saying that," Nana told him, leaning over the desk to observe the paper more closely. "Have you even ever read a science book?"

"Of course!" Mitsuhiko exclaimed.

"Once or twice," Ayumi said, sheepishly.

"No," Genta said, unashamed.

Conan chuckled dryly.

"I'm pretty sure you're supposed to mix baking soda with... something. Ah, what was it again...?" She deliberately turned toward Conan, eyes momentarily flicking up to the ghosts above his shoulders. "Hey, what is it again? A liquid of some sort."

"Bicarbonate of soda and vinegar," he said, ever so deadpan. As if she was supposed to know how to make a papier maché volcano... she blamed her amnesia.

Nana nodded. "That's right. Baking soda and vinegar."

Surprisingly, Conan continued talking, the ghosts leaning forward as he did. "Why do you suddenly want to make a volcano? You've never said anything about science before."

Ayumi smiled brightly. "I thought it'd be fun."

"Couldn't you use the vinegar for food, though? Food is better than volcanoes."

"I'm with you on that, Genta," Nana flashed him a smile. "Although, technically, lava and ash induce rich volcanic soil... which means crops, which means food."

"What! That's great! Ayumi, Mitsuhiko, let's make the greatest volcano ever!" With that, the three children cheered.

"Wait, that's not what I—" but they were already running off, asking the teacher for supplies, "—meant... I, uh, don't think they'll be able to grow much on papier maché."

She chanced a glance at Conan, only to see him looking just as dumbfounded as she felt.

"They're, uh... very energetic, right?"

"Yeah..."

"I think it's cute." Oh no, why was she trying to keep the conversation going? Make it stop! The awkwardness! (She bit back a laugh.) In her defense, it was expected of her to be wary around Conan, considering he was the main character and those ghosts holy fuck what. "I wish I was that energetic, too."

Conan leaned back in his seat, and she felt the burn of his curious gaze combined with the blank stares of the wraiths. "You're not?"

"Well, I..." constantly feel like I'm about to pass out, though that was probably because she barely slept at all. It was hard to, honestly, even with the memory of the sea, lulling her to sleep. The shattered mirror, that had been comforting at the beginning, had begun making her turn over and over in her bed. She wondered why she was so hung up on those two little images. "I'm a bit too lazy for that, I think."

"You often doze off in class."

"You noticed?" Nana flushed, ducking her head down. She felt strangely vulnerable around Conan. Maybe because he was possibly in the same age range as her (was she really in her teens, though? Maybe she was older), or maybe because she knew him well. "It's just... a bit boring, honestly."

"School, you mean?" His eyes were fixated upon her, though his head was still turned forward. "So far, you've had good grades, though. Do you study a lot?"

"Not really." Studying for kindergarten stuff was just stupid — even the one thing she could have focused on (Japanese) ended up coming to her as easily as everything else. She could focus on other things, like saving people from that horrible Akemi plotline, or trying to remember her old lives. "What about you? You come from the States, right? Mustn't be easy to adapt to this place."

He looked startled, but then (to her dread) his eyes narrowed. "Yeah. I'm only thankful that my parents taught me Japanese beforehand."

"Yeah..." even as she said that, Nana gulped nervously, frozen into place.

Why did he seem so suddenly wary? Everything had been going so well — oh, well, it was a bit exaggerated to say that, considering the fact that Conan obviously suspected something (though probably not that she was a body snatcher and some kinda ghost) — and now he was acting all cautious!

Was it because she had mentioned his supposed origins? No, that couldn't possibly be it. He had already told their group where he came from (after much pestering from Ayumi).

Did he suspect that she knew about his true identity? What had clued him in?

"Are you feeling alright? You look a little pale."

Indeed, Nana felt a bit nauseous now, and the floating people didn't help. Nonetheless, she hurried to reassure him: "I'm OK. Just a little tired, I guess. I think I'm gonna, well, doze off. Again."

To his own apparent surprise, he laughed. "Alright. Good night."

"...Night."

—

"There were some weird things going around school today," Nana said, as she got into the car.

"Is that so?" Sister muttered absently, focusing on the road. "What sort of 'things'?"

"Ghosts."

The car jerked, but immediately went back to its previous smooth ride. "Is that so?" Sister repeated, only the tapping of her fingers on the wheel betraying her nervousness.

"I'm exaggerating a bit, I suppose. I wanted to try and talk to them, but I was afraid they were just hallucinations." She eyed Sister's hands. "Judging by your reaction, it's something you expected."

Sister didn't answer for a moment. Then, her shoulders slumped (though only a bit — Nana prided herself on being able to notice her minimal reactions). "I suppose it was bound to happen."

"You know what those were, then?"

"Indeed, I do."

"...so?"

"Ghosts."

"Yeah, I thought so." She paused. "So... ghosts exist..." Was she one, too? She was quite sure that she had died in some way, to become the new Kotone Nana. "I'm... not gonna ask why."

"It'd be quite difficult to explain," Sister allowed, though the tapping hadn't lessened. "I'm not well-spoken enough to do it by myself."

Well-spoken? Did she mean well-versed? Nonetheless, Nana nodded. "When there are a lot of ghosts gathered around one person, what does it mean?"

"It depends. Do you believe that person could be a murderer?"

"What? No!" Imagining Conan as a murderer made her feel a bit sick. With how knowledgeable and smart he was, it'd be easy for him to murder without anyone ever catching him. "No, that person does the contrary, in fact. He resolves murders."

"Did the specters seem grateful?"

"I can't see their faces." She looked out the window, and tried to catch a good glimpse of a ghost outside. All of their faces were blank, still. "Am I supposed to?"

"I see." Sister's tapping intensified — did the topic make her uncomfortable? "I can see them. Although, granted, I am a different case."

"You can see them, too?"

Sister nodded silently.

"Well," judging by her sudden silence, Sister genuinely was uncomfortable with the subject. For Conan's sake though, Nana pursued, "what do you think? Is there an issue with those ghosts following that person?"

For just a few seconds, Sister's head turned, and Nana got the feeling that her gaze was situated around her neck. "I don't think so," she said at last, sounding a bit out of breath. "I'm sure Master will have some books on the subject."

Sensing that she had pushed too far, Nana only nodded.

—

"A detective, you say?" Uncle Saburo said when she told him.

"Well, they're not in the police or anything," it'd be pretty hard to be with the police when you were just a seven-year-old, "but, yeah."

"And you don't want to tell me their identity?" Uncle raised an eyebrow, but let the topic drop with a chuckle. "Would you say that person is a good or a bad detective?"

"You mean, have they ever dropped a case, let someone die, or accused the wrong person?" She shook her head. "Yeah, no. Not their type."

"A lot of death in their family? In their friend group?"

"Not anything I know of. Both of that person's parents are alive, and their friends are all alive and kicking." Except for Akemi, she couldn't think of anyone being in danger.

Uncle paused, eyes closed in thought. "Then... have they gotten involved in a big case recently?"

"Ah!" she yelped in realization. "You mean, because he's taken on such a big case, and because there were victims due to this org— this case, the victims have decided to follow him around... Why, though?"

"Who knows? I don't make talking to ghosts a point." He offered a tilted smile. "Unlike you and Owl, I'm not able to see ghosts. I..." he trailed off, and muttered: "I wonder why you are able to see them, in the first place..."

Nana had her own little theory about that, but decided to remain silent. Thinking about what had happened to the past her — Ada or whoever she was — scared her too much. "Will those ghosts harm that person?" she said instead.

"No," Uncle said shortly. "Although, he may become short on luck for a period of time."

Ghosts caused bad luck? Was this what would cause the famous death-magnet-Conan? Geez, who would have known death attracted... well, death.

"Is there anything I can do about that?" she asked hopefully. If she really intended on befriending Conan, it would be nice to be able to avoid all the crime scenes that Conan had to encounter.

"No."

Nana bit back a groan.

—

That very same afternoon, Sister led her to an old chest box, filled to the brim with clothes. "You wish to disguise yourself, yes?" Sister said. "For your saving someone mission."

"Yeah. Those are pretty old-fashioned, though," Nana said, leaning over the chest.

"Hmm," Sister tugged a white shirt out, holding it up. "I don't know if this will suit you."

Casting a critical eye over the shirt, Nana had to agree. It was quite beautiful, in all honesty, but looked a bit too refined for her. She would probably look ridiculous in it. "Not really my style, I guess."

Sister's head snapped to her. "You... don't like it?"

"What?" To have this kind of reaction, Sister must have put a lot of faith upon that shirt. "Well, I mean, it's pretty... but I don't think it'd fit me. I wager I look a little too rough for that."

Though her eyes were still hidden, it was obvious that Sister had been stunned into silence. "I... That's..." She gently laid the shirt on her lap. "I think the young mademoiselle would be beautiful- no, breathtaking, in whatever she wishes to wear."

Nana's heart had stopped beating, but she couldn't help but give a semi-amused smile. It was only a protective mechanism, though. "Geez, Nee-chan." No need to lie just to make me feel better, she wanted to say, but stopped, unsure where the sudden self-consciousness was coming from. Feeling stuck, she resorted to compliments, "I think anything would fit you, too."

Flushing, Sister ducked her head. She lightly traced the edges of the shirt in her hands. "I'd... be eternally grateful if the young mademoiselle accepted to wear these garments."

She shrugged. "Sure. It's nothing on me." She wondered why Sister was so hung on those clothes, though. Maybe they had belonged to the previous Nana, or maybe to Sister herself.

To Nana's immense surprise, Sister continued talking. "Madame used to wear them," she admitted quietly.

"Madame...?"

"It... She was..." Sister breathed out slowly. "My beloved..."

They both fell silent, Sister reminiscing, and Nana too confused to say anything. Did Sister have a late lover? A lost sister? A grave for a mother? Was it only a forgotten friend? Nana knew next to nothing about Sister. It would come with time, she supposed.

But Nana couldn't survive with awkward silence. "She must have been great," she said cautiously, "to be loved so reverently by you."

Sister gave a pained smile, but remained silent.

"I'm thinking about official-looking clothes." She tried to remember what Akemi's clothes looked like. "Something like an air hostess... or a secretary. In shades of yellow, maybe." Had the clothes been yellow? She couldn't remember. Maybe they had been blue, or even pink.

Sister looked at the old chest, disheartened. "I don't believe we will find anything of the sort in this."

"It's fine," she hurried to reassure, "I'd like to wear those another time. It's just for this one time that I need specific clothes."

It'd actually be easier if she were able to take Akemi's clothes directly...

"Wait!" she yelped in realization. "I need to make them believe they killed her, but I can't let them kill her, so I need to either give her something to protect herself, or let them shoot someone who can protect themselves — aka, in this situation, me — but I can't just appear when they're about to shoot her, because they will notice that something is wrong and will probably just shoot the both of us. So what I need to do is— either I manage to convince her to trust me, or I force her into it..."

"Mademoiselle?"

Nana turned to face Sister. "Say, if someone were to come to you on the street and tell you, 'Don't go there, they'll kill you,' you would probably think that this someone is crazy, right? But then again, it's not just any situation. She must be at least somewhat aware that they're able to kill her any time they want."

Sister remained silent.

"So I need to somehow convince her to at least listen to me, and we'll see from there on. Either I manage to make her wear that protection Saburo-oji-san's going to give me, or I don't, and I force her to stay somewhere safe while I go deal with the situation by myself."

Sister was starting to look a bit pained.

"What I'm trying to get at," Nana said, "is that I don't need clothes similar to hers, since I can just take hers. Well, I mean, it'd be nice to at least have a failsafe, in case I don't manage to get her out of hers... but I mean—" she cut herself short at the look on Sister's face. "Nee-chan?"

"I apologize, mademoiselle," Sister said, ducking her head. "It's only— hearing you talk about putting yourself in danger's way so easily..."

"Oh." Nana flushed, embarrassed beyond measure. She should really be more considerate of others' feelings. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you. As long as Saburo-oji-san gives me that thing that protects me from bullets, then I'll be 100% alright," as long as everything went right, of course, but Sister didn't need to know that. It'd only serve to worry her more.

Sister didn't seem convinced, but she nodded. "I will have to remind him about it, then."

—

The first sign came from the newspapers.

It was something quite inconspicuous, just a simple article about a bank robbing, yet Nana found herself reading it three times over, making sure that it really was what she was thinking about.

Indeed, it was the infamous bank robbing that Akemi, along with her other two associates, had participated in.

While this certainly helped construct a timeline, Nana still couldn't be sure when Akemi's first meeting with Conan would be. However, she could clearly remember that Conan himself was there when Akemi first visited the Mouri Detective Agency, which meant that it wasn't during school hours.

Did she have to watch over the Detective Agency then? It sure seemed like a boring job, but at least it would ensure that she would know when to begin acting on her plan.

Each day, after school, Sister and Nana drove to the Detective Agency. For hours and hours, they would stay sitting in front of the Agency — most times, Sister would prepare a snack, or would buy a drink.

And finally, the day came that a young girl with pigtails walked in the Detective Agency.

"That's her!" Nana exclaimed, almost surprised herself. "Or... at least, I think it was her. Do you think it's the first time she comes here?"

"I do not know."

"I know, I was talking to myself." She straightened her spine, trying to see through the Agency's windows. "Did she have lipstick?"

"Yes."

"Second time, then. How did we miss the first?" She tried to remember the exact order of events. This meant that Akemi was about to meet the old man with his cats, then. "We should try following them once they leave..." But wouldn't they realize they were being followed...? Then again, the old man with his cats would die for sure, if she didn't at least attempt to save him.

How could she save him, though? From what she could remember, the one to kill him was the Giant — aka someone that frail-looking and child-like Nana would never be able to fight off. She could try to call the police, but it would surely land the Black Org on both her and Akemi's trail.

"Nee-chan, do you know how to fight?"

"Wha—?"

—

"Please, please, please, answer," Nana muttered anxiously, ringing repeatedly on the doorbell. They were already late enough as is, waiting for Conan, Ran, and Kogoro to leave before they could make their move. And even then, they had to wait a little longer, for the other detective (the one with pretty eyes that didn't match with the rest of his physique) to leave.

"I do not believe that—" ring "—doing this—" ring "—will make him answer— " riiiing "—faster," Sister said patiently.

"Oh, believe me—" ring riiiiing "—grating on people's nerves is my specialty," she snarked.

The door slammed open, and a giant of a man appeared, glaring down at her. "What is it?" he demanded, cold.

Nana smiled brightly, all traces of nervousness and frustration gone from her face. She shifted on her feet childishly. "Hirota-san said I could come pet the kitties!" she exclaimed.

You could hear the cats meowing, somewhere in another room. He glared down at her, before silently moving to slam the door shut.

Sister grabbed the door before he could. Her blank face, eyes hidden behind her shades, was terrifying and beautiful all at once. "Excuse us," she said blandly. "Is Hirota-san at home? We only want to see the cats."

"He's not here," the Giant said, rudely pushing Sister's hand off the door and slamming it shut.

They both stared at the door, silent.

"What shall we do now?" Sister asked.

Nana laughed hysterically, and began ringing the doorbell again.

—

They had to wait for the landlady to finally come to get any sort of closure. "I don't see why you're so insistent," the landlady was saying, as she was opening the door, "I'm sure it's nothing."

"But that guy was so scary!" Nana whined, in true child-fashion. "What if he hurt the kitties?"

The landlady sighed, but finally opened the door. "Sorry for the intrusion, Hirota-san! Are you here? There's a little miss asking for you..." she trailed off. "Oh my..."

"Ma'am?"

"Stay back here, little miss," the landlady told her, face ashen white. She turned toward Sister. "Could you call the police? Tell them there's been a suicide."

Nana and Sister exchanged a look. They were too late.

—

"Aaaargh! We were so close, too!"

Sister pushed up her shades, silent.

"We could have stopped them. But if we had... if the Org had noticed..." She rolled over, laying face down on the carpet. "...would have only made it more dangerous for both us, and those guys..."

They were back home, now, in the living room. Sister was sitting at the table, unreadable behind her sunglasses. Nana was rolling around on the ground, groaning and moaning at their failure.

"I don't know what else I could've done," she was saying, trying to justify herself. "If it'd been only me, I would have barged in— ah, but then again, that Giant could have tried to kill me, and I wouldn't be able to save her, then... If I'd tried the police, then it would have gotten both of them arrested, and I'm pretty sure the Org has reach in both the police and prison..." She sighed. "What else could have I done? Tell the detective?" She scoffed. "Yeah, right!"

A pause.

She sat up. "Wait."

Sister looked at her inquisitively.

"I could just tell him," Nana told her. "I mean, he's like super smart or something, so his plans would work, right? Better than mine, in any case." She snickered, a bit hysterically. "Not that that's a high standard, anyway."

"Why didn't you tell him, then?"

"Dunno," she admitted. "Well, no, I know why I didn't— it's just... I could have, but I didn't, 'cuz I was afraid." She sighed, rolling onto her back. "And now, because I was afraid, someone died..." She sighed deeply, again.

Another pause.

"I will see to prepare dinner," Sister said, getting up. In seconds only, she was out of the room.

"And!" Nana exclaimed to the empty room, throwing her hands up. "I can't even try to save the Giant, because I don't even know where he is!" She laughed hysterically. "Oh, that's just great! Fat lot of good I am!"

—

They once again began waiting for hours in front of the Agency.

"Let's hope this goes better," Nana was muttering, face hidden behind a cup of soda Sister had bought her. They were talking through the phone (there weren't many parking places next to the Agency, but they still needed the car, so Sister was forced to park farther away).

Nana had already transformed into what she thought was the closest to Akemi she could manage (she didn't know her face perfectly, after all, having only seen it once). She was even wearing the clothes they had prepared, although she had also slipped on a long coat, in order to avoid Conan recognizing her later.

"I think I saw your little friend running out," Sister warned.

"Oh?" She straightened, turning around. Indeed, Conan was running off, probably toward Agasa's house. "No, not now. We have to wait a little longer." Her knees were bouncing from the stress.

Sister hummed noncommittally.

About half an hour later, Conan returned, still running, only to run out of the Agency once more, minutes later. This time, however, he was followed by Ran, Kogoro, and the pretty-eyes detective.

"Let's follow them," Nana said, watching as they called for a taxi.

Sister made a confirmation noise, arriving moments later with the car. Nana slipped inside without a sound.

—

"Thanks, Nee-chan," Nana said, unbuckling herself. "I'll call you later to tell you what to do."

"Please be safe," Sister said, and Nana slipped out of the car, nervously slipping her hair behind her ear.

Akemi wasn't back out yet, but Conan, Kogoro and Ran had already slipped inside the hotel. She hurried toward the line waiting for a taxi, and waited for Akemi to arrive.

Although it mustn't have taken longer than five minutes, Nana felt as if she had waited for a lifetime when Akemi finally walked out of the hotel, pushing a cart full of luggages.

She waited a little longer, until Akemi was ready to slip into the taxi, in order to avoid talking to Akemi while there were that many witnesses. With a bright smile at the other people waiting for their taxi — who, no doubt, thought her Akemi's twin, and so, let her get in without protest — she slipped inside the taxi.

"Hey, sis," she said almost jokingly to Akemi's gaping face. "How are you doing?"

Akemi continued to gape. "Are you..." She glanced at the taxi driver, her hands tightening nervously, and hushed down her voice to a whisper, "are you... Vermouth?"

Vermouth...?! Why— oh... yeah, the disguise. Vermouth was famous for being able to disguise herself, and Nana currently bore Akemi's own face.

This was certainly unexpected — how come Akemi, a low member of the Black Org, knew about one the highest member? —, but in the end it would probably be for the best. She gave the best cocky smirk she could offer. "Something like that."

"D-did the plan change, then?" You had to give her credit, for accepting this at face value. Akemi did her best to put on a brave face, although the trembling of her hands was unmistakable.

She hummed noncommittally, trying to change her plan to fit this new narrative. "I will be stopping at the planned meeting place, while you will be going elsewhere." She fished out a notebook, and wrote Uncle Saburo's address on a torn piece of it. She needed to warn Sister about the change of plan, too, but it probably would freak Akemi out if she called her now. She'd just need to do it after the whole death scene. "Don't worry about those two," was she talking about Gin and Vodka, or Conan and Ran? She herself wasn't sure, "I will take care of them."

With that said, Nana slipped her the torn piece of paper.

Akemi looked confused beyond belief, but (presumably) her fear of Vermouth made her nod nonetheless. "I— Alright... My sister—"

"Don't worry, we'll talk about her later." Nana smiled comfortingly. "Now, as soon as I am out of the car, go to this address, alright?"

—

Although nervewracking, facing Gin and Vodka was almost exhilirating in its simplicity. The only trouble she encountered was finding the meeting point: she wandered around, trying to find any sign of Gin or Vodka's presence.

Suddenly, a voice rung out from behind her. "Good work, Hirota Masami. No..." Ever the dramatic one, Gin let his voice trail off. "Miyano Akemi..."

Nana looked at him, silent, trying not to show any sign of amusement, and only a flash of nervousness and confidence. Honestly, the nervousness wasn't faked. There was a buzzing, constant noise around Gin and Vodka. A cortege of ghosts, twisting in pain, raking their nails around their own skin... She forced her gaze away from them.

"You killed him," she accused, forcing herself to think about the Cat Man and the Giant's deaths. Deaths she hadn't been good enough to prevent. Would their ghosts come to her, now? "Why?"

"Hmpf," Gin scoffed, smirk still in place. "That's the Organization's way of doing things... Well then, hand over the money."

"It's not here," she revealed. "But if you bring my little sister here, I'll tell you where the money is..."

"I'm afraid I can't do that," Gin said, his ever present smirk on his face. "Since she's one of the few brains in the Organization... Unlike you, she's necessary."

She shifted on her feet, glaring at him. She wished she could do something for Haibara, but... she couldn't possibly infiltrate the Organization — where would she even begin? She didn't even know how to infiltrate a street gang, so there was no way she could do anything about a large scale organization like the Black Org. Haibara would have to wait... or to escape on her own, of course.

Gin pointed his gun at her, menacing. The metal of the pistol glinted. "Last chance... Say where the money is..."

She remained silent, trying to speed things up. If Conan and Ran arrived before she could leave... How could she possibly excuse her surviving a bullet wound?

"Fine. I told you, didn't I? That this was your last chance..."

Without another word, Gin shot her, the gun making a little thud noise that indicated it had a silencer on.

Still trying not to show any sign of amusement, Nana collapsed, folding onto her stomach to keep both Gin and Vodka from noticing there was no blood coming out of her supposed wound.

Face down in the dirt, she waited until the footsteps and the ghosts' shrieks had , she pushed herself up, looked at the spotless, bloodless ground, and thought about Conan and Ran, and the police and the medics that were no doubt coming her way.

"Oh my God!" Nana exclaimed softly. "I forgot to bring a corpse!"

—

AN: So... maybe you weren't expecting that beginning. Sorry if it disappoints, but here's what the whole point of the story comes in: ghosts! let's get spooky! :) Honestly, this story revolves so much about death I'm trying to get worried about my own mental health... :) :) :)
And FINALLY! This is out of the way! Gosh, almost 3 full chapters on just that? Akemi, sweetie, you're starting to seriously annoy me. :I

I edited some of the older chapters. You can go check them out if you want. They're not changed that much, but there still are some different things. I listed the changes at the end of each chapters.
By the way, I know that Nana is somewhat bland, and I'd really like to give her more of a personality, but we have to wait a little longer. :)

Once more, I'd like to thank all my lovely readers for the support! Even if you don't comment or don't even favorite/follow, you're still dear to me! And, of course, thank you for your patience!

To oldspacecadet3: Thank you for leaving a review once more! I was so glad to see another of your comment. Don't know if you'll still be here, considering how long I took to update again... Anyway, you understood what I was going for with Nana's transformations, so kudos to you! :)