A/N: I know I'm doing other stories, but I couldn't resist. This is actually the first fic I started working on, but I couldn't think of how to freakin' start it! I have the whole plot out and ready, so this one should update relatively fast…Maybe, it depends, really. This is written in first person, and truthfully, I wrote this completely with my mindset. So sorry if there is too much detail or something. Of course, there are some different things between me and the character, but we're pretty darn close. *sweatdrop* I based the car ride on when I actually went to Kansas! XD This is going to be a slow to progress story, meaning I plan to have lots of chapters, so sorry if it will disappoint you that she will only figure out she's in the Detective Conan World in the next chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan or Magic Kaito in any way or form.

"Opening Themes; Girigiri Chop & RUN. Both by B'z."

Chapter One:

It was torture. The CD songs played over and over again, the endless chatter and laughter when all I wanted was quietness, the intensifying cold despite the heater on, the claustrophobic feelings welling up in my chest, the car sickness that never failed to show up in my throat –Begging to come out – the ear popping that constantly happens after going up and down too much, the distant hum of the engine and voices due to the ear popping, the floating sensation in my head while trying to read signs or a book I had brought along, and the numbing posture of sitting in a car seat too long; all the usual things that happen during a road trip.

I turned my head to the window, watching the snow pass by quickly along with the trees and other cars. A sigh escaped my lips. We were going to Kansas. There was nothing wrong with Kansas, no, that wasn't my problem. My problem was that my mother was going to drop my sister and me at a house with someone we barely knew – one of her friends – and leave us behind to attend the meeting of some business she was in. I never cared much anymore to pay attention to the names. There are only two names to remember, but I have bad memory and I never remembered which one she had said it was going to be.

My eyes gazed forward into the rearview mirror, scanning the face of the woman who was riding with us there. She hadn't wanted to ride alone since her husband had decided not to come this time around, and she had asked my mom if it was okay to come with us. My mom, being the kind-hearted person she had always been, had obviously agreed. My attention was brought to my mother when she laughed. She was aged – in her forties, so it was inevitable – with twinkling brown eyes and a bit of a plump figure. Her Spanish descent showed through with her straight black hair and tanned skin. My mom gave me a raised brow when I spent too much time staring, so I leaned back in my seat, relaxing in an almost laying manner due to my chairs reclined position I had it in.

My head turned to the side to look at my sister. She was smiling to herself and listening to her music on her I-touch. My father had bought it for her on her seventeenth birthday. She was the epitome of my mom and dad combined. She had some of my father's facial features, her darker than black hair coming from both my parents. Her eyes were the same shade as mothers, a darkish brown that glitters in the light when she smiled; they were slanted a bit from our Asian blood. Her skin was a pale color coming from my mom's side, her smile a lopsided grin that my dad wore when he was trying to be funny, and a full figure and long, wavy tresses flowing down her back. We were five years apart, me being thirteen and her being eighteen.

She's kind, fun, and very much alike to my mother, the only thing she had in common personality wise with my father was her stubbornness. And despite her being the one who had spent more time with our dad, I have more of his personality than I'd like to; the short-temper, the lashing out anger that came and went, and the stubbornness – all the attributes that led to my parents' divorce.

My head turned to the front once more to look at my reflection staring back at me. Brown, almost black doe eyes stared back at me, the bored look projected thoroughly through them, slightly slanted from my dad. My face still had a bit of my baby fat, my cheeks being as some grandma's would call 'pinchable' and a bit rosy naturally. My skin was a light tanned color, my lips a dark pink from me bighting them all the time. The one thing that set me apart from the rest of my family was my hair. Instead of black like the rest, my hair was a dark brown, cut short in a choppy layer look.

I was quite proud of my hair, actually. A wry smile graced my lips as I continued to stare back at myself. I was snapped out of my silent thinking when the car stopped abruptly, veering to the side when my mom finally gained control again. My sister blinked and looked up from her music to meet my eyes, both of ours questioning.

My mom looked back at me and I rolled my eyes playfully before opening the side door to check what happened. My shoes crunched in the snow and I almost wanted to cry because what met my eyes were two flat tires. Well, that was a strange coincidence. Like a road trip stuck in a car wasn't bad enough. Not to mention I had been rudely awaken this morning to freezing water on my face, courtesy of my sister who accidently tripped next to my bed. Several other things had gone wrong, but it would take too long to list them all, so I'll just say that today is not really working for me.

"We have two flats. Do we even have one spare?" I sighed as my mom smiled sheepishly back at me.

She coughed into her hand and shook her head at the deadpanned face I was currently giving her. My sister giggled and I looked upwards to the white-grey sky above me. It made me crack a smile before turning with crossed arms and determined eyes. "Okay, how far are we from the house we were going to?" My mom looked to our car guest; Sharon was her name, I believe. She blinked as all attention focused on her.

"Err, we're almost there, just a couple minutes away. I'm guessing ten." She answered, giving me an awkward grin.

I nodded. Okay…That wasn't too bad, I guess. A smirk made its way to my lips when I pulled my sister out of the car with me and brought her to the back, her face becoming dread-filled. "You want me to help push the car with you?!" She whined, making a show of dangling her arms as if they were noodles and couldn't help me at all. I snorted. Yeah, like that was going to work on me…

"Oh, come on," I jabbed an elbow in her side, relishing in her cringe. "Don't be a baby and help me push…Unless you wanna stay here all night." I gestured to the bareness surrounding us. The trees had long vanished and even the cars had mostly disappeared, except for a few stragglers like us. My mom's friend, Lannie, lived way out in the middle of nowhere. My sister looked around at my gesture and shivered. The sun was already on its way down. I grinned, knowing I had gotten to her. She hated the dark.

She sighed and gave me a nod and she closed the door. My mom gave us an encouraging nod and we counted down before pushing off, our feet digging into the slushy snow of the road. I gritted my teeth. We just had to get a flat now, didn't we? My worn sneakers were perfect for this, though, I thought with slight optimism. A breathy chuckle escaped me as I looked over at my sister while still moving the car along slowly. She had worn her new shoes today, all new and a bright white that was gradually turning a dirty brown. I guessed it was because it was a dirt road underneath all the white snow. She gave me a glare and I grinned innocently before concentrating more on moving more quickly. It was getting dark pretty fast, I noted.

It was completely pitch-black when we finally arrived at the house that was literally surrounded by nothing but a shed off to the side and a large yard gate and a few other things I couldn't see due to lack of light. The house itself was bigger than I thought it would've been, though. A startled shiver ran through me as I gazed at it, and I nearly jumped out of my skin when a dog started to bark suddenly. My hand went up to my speeding heart, and I took in a deep breath. Just a dog…

My sister, Dannie, looked around and took in her surroundings as well, a surprised look coming onto her face. I'm thinking she expected a lot more…Can't say I didn't either. I had expected the house to be somewhere in a neighborhood, but this was good too, I suppose. At least there would be no curious neighbors or something… I let out a snicker. Well, guess that's what we got for imagining and not getting out much. My mom and Sharon – I always thought about Sharon Vineyard when her name came up – got out of the car and started to lug bags to the house. We followed after grabbing our backpacks from the car, getting greeted at the door by the aged blonde we had met a few times before: Lannie.

She pulled me into a hug, and I got ushered into the house in a swirl of pillows, blankets, and bags. It was a sort of controlled chaos. Before I knew it, we had been ushered up the steep stairs and into a bedroom that reminded me disturbingly like a school classroom. The carpet and the lights at the top were usually only seen in schools, from what I know. Then again…Here they were, right? There were three beds tucked closely to the three walls and I chose the one that was the lowest to the ground. It was hard and lumpy, but it would have to do.

I frowned as I pulled my shirt off only to meet the cold air. I shrugged to myself and glanced up at my sister who was currently getting changed into her pajamas, too. "Ready to have loads of fun tomorrow?" I teased and she huffed as she adjusted her loose pants and got her shirt on, hello kitty pajamas. My pajamas consisted of a large shirt and Eeyore pants. I finished changing and looked towards the door.

"Mom's not going to sleep yet?" My voice was soft and I blinked some sleep out of my eyes. Gosh, I was exhausted…But then again, we kinda just pushed a car for 20 minutes or something.

Dannie shook her head and plopped down on her bed, it looked way softer than mine but I just smiled inwardly. Good, her back won't hurt in the morning. "Nope, I think she said she was going to stay up and plan out tomorrow with Lannie and Sharon." I nodded and laid on the bed, pulling my pillow under my head and grasping onto the teddy bear I loved to death. "Well, goodnight then…" I mumbled, the world becoming fuzzy as I distantly heard her reply.

ooOOoo

I ran and ran, not caring about the freezing weather or the irrationality of all that was currently happening. I stopped short when I reached a park, falling down onto the bench with heaving breaths. The cool air calmed me down a bit as I got over my adrenaline high. It was ridiculous, I cynically thought, that I had totally freaked even though I had done nothing bad. I mean, I don't even know how I had gotten in the museum, and definitely didn't know how it was suddenly night time. The police had started closing in and then bam! Before I knew it, I had started running like a thief caught in the middle of a secret heist.

"Gosh, I'm so stupid." I face palmed. "Now they're going to think I really was stealing something."

My hand went up to pull the hat down closer to my flushed cheeks. At least they hadn't gotten a good look at my face. I could just figure out where I am, go back to Lannie's house, and then act innocent. It worked everytime I lied about something, besides, my mother wouldn't think twice about me being a thief; she knew I knew better than that.

"Okay, might as well get moving before the cops get here." I mumbled, standing up and stretching my sore back. Darn, that lumpy bed had done wonders on it. My legs moved in the general direction that lights were coming from and I found myself frowning, thinking. I hadn't remembered any place like this when we had gone travelling earlier, in fact, I don't think that was the same museum from earlier either. Hmm, that's strange.

I shrugged it off and continued my journey, becoming more and more confused as I recognized nothing around me. The buildings were all of a different architecture and the streets were not in the same order as earlier. When Dannie and I had gone exploring the city nearby, courtesy of Granny – Lannie's mother, who was surprisingly awesome for an old person – who had driven us there and let us wander without supervision; of course, mother had given us money beforehand to buy things in shops and eat lunch, but other than that we were practically on our own.

The world obviously was having fun messing with me because I couldn't find the stupid road to Lannie's house. It couldn't be that hard to find! After all, it was a long, snow-covered dirt road that led to practically nowhere. A sigh escaped me and I wrapped my scarf closer to my mouth in an attempt to keep warm. It was growing colder as the night went on and if things got worse, I would have to go to a police station nearby to ask for directions – and wouldn't that be embarrassing?

My pride was almost like a man's when it came to asking for directions and admitting to being lost; something my family found quite amusing since even my father didn't have that certain feature. It was more of a complex than anything, though. Not that I'd tell anyone that either.

I soon ended up back at the same bench I had been to before, having gone around in a circle on accident. Losing my determination, I sat down and curled up on it, ignoring the fact that I probably looked like a hobo. Doesn't matter I guess, since no one was out anyways. My eyes were drawn skyward as it started to snow softly, the once black sky now a darkish grey as the pure white fell to the ground. It was beautiful. The sudden realization, though, that it was snowing made me wince. Great, it was going to get colder soon. My eyelids fluttered shut and I just sat there, ignoring the bubbling panic that was growing in my chest.

As I sat there in the middle of the night, I couldn't help but think: Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore.

-Edit: I actually didn't have a lot to edit on this one. (Mildly Surprised)