A/N: A new fic! I don't even know if I'm going to finish/continue this. Just a plot that never left me. Anyway… This is going to be slash and some others…

Disclaimer: Is Shinichi a member of the B.O. or at least Gin's or any other BO member's lover? No? Then, nope. DC's all Gosho.

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The sound of metal heating something echoed around the walls of the dirty seemingly abandoned building or some other establishment. He doesn't know. A groan quickly followed.

"Never going to give up huh?" A man with long silver hair snarled.

"A-aniki…" Another man called with a bit hesitation showing that he may fear the other. "He called. Says he needs us to do something."

The silver haired man was obviously taller than the other and also a bit thinner, but it does not indicate weakness. The taller of the two cast a side long glance at his partner and gripped the fistful of dark hair he was clutching.

"You can go to Him first." He stated. The other just nodded and went on his way outside, wondering just what the other needed with a child. He shrugged, he would know later. Now… He doesn't like waiting.

When he saw his partner leave, he returned his gaze to the one he was holding.

"Who would have thought… that a famous detective like you would turn into this," He said to the child at his mercy. The child just snarled at him despite the bruises and cuts he was sporting. He can't do anything right now. His glasses were broken by now if not, they would have been with the latest hit. And his body was aching all over; even if he did manage to escape the Assassin's clutches, he cannot outrun him, add to that that his body was small. It was times like these that he cursed his small body. Though even if he still did have his teenage body, he doubted he could manage it even then.

"Right… It's not like you would gain anything by torturing me. Hurting defenseless children; isn't that weak, Gin?" All right. Curse his mouth whenever he's tired. There's no use in taunting the other when he's already at the enemy's mercy.

The only adult threw the child at the wall, making sure he hit his head hard. He crouched down where the child landed and grabbed the child again, this time one on his hair the other grabbing hold of the small wrist wearing a silver watch. Holding the watch over the child's face and pressing the side, a glass with a painted aim arose.

"Not so defenseless." The assassin stated "And you're not a child, Edogawa Conan."

The child's eyes widened.

"Or should I say, Kudou Shinichi?" He removed the watch from the small wrist and threw it violently to the side, effectively destroying it. "Not that I didn't need to"

If he had a plan, it would be the best time to use it right now. His eyes darted to the door and the visible gun handle in the man's black coat. He wasn't a fool, he knew there was no way out without having at least one bullet imbedded into his body, but this is the only thing he could think of right now with his addled mind. Gritting his teeth, he waited for the right moment.

Now.

The older one was about to use his other hand to strangle the small body in front of him but the child reached his shoes with his small hand. He span the dial on the side to the max and kicked the other on the jaw as hard as he could, resulting in momentary weakening in his hold. Though not with the desired result, it was enough. Using his other foot, he rounded it on the man, successfully making his hand let go of his hair, simultaneously grabbing the gun from the man's coat. He didn't look back and bolted to the door.

When he went outside, he was faced with a long corridor stretching out on both sides. Quickly deciding, he ran to his left. Because of his injuries and possible concussion, he was leaning on the wall. He didn't get far when he heard gunshots. His head whipped around, his vision momentarily swam but he was quickly able to focus back. He saw the man holding another gun, aiming at him. He hid behind the first object he could shield himself with, which, clichéd enough, was a crate.

"I know you're there" The assassin proclaimed.

Shinichi would have rolled his eyes if he weren't in his position. He could hear the footsteps approaching. He waited for it to be close enough for him to aim with. He knew it would be stupid but this was the only thing he could do right now.

When the assassin was close enough, he peeked to the side and quickly aimed at him, and pulled the trigger. He hadn't aimed at any vital parts, just to the side for him to be stopped a bit. He then aimed the gun at the pipe that was on the floor, hoping that this would work, and fired again. The whole on the pipe emitted white smoke and he fired again, effectively using it as something like a smokescreen.

He gathered all his energy and ran as fast as his little body can. He didn't dare look back. He just ran until he found the door leading outside. He ran and ran without care that he is already outside. His vision was slowly blackening. He could see black spots and his ragged breathing was all that he could hear. He must've tripped because he was suddenly lying on the ground. He didn't hear the worried voices or the shouting too. He just wanted to sleep. He could feel his body shutting down slowly.

And then he fell unconscious.

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Tokugawa Reika was a very strong woman. She had seen a lot of injured people from accidents or not. Some gruesome enough for an assistant nurse to throw up after the operation – well, no, the girl was a weak-willed idiot who achieved her position because of her looks – and some simple enough for a single treatment. But do take note, those were all adults both at their prime and most freshly out of their teens.

So when she was called in to the emergency room, she was really shocked. On her way to the room, she heard the whispers of some of the nurses who can't think of anything else to do, well, they do have some uses. What she didn't expect is for it to be a child. Not just a child, but a child who looked barely over 6 years of age. He was covered in cuts and bruises of varying sizes, maybe even some broken bones and things that only adults should have the right to acquire…

When she snapped out of the initial shock of seeing the injured body of the child, she snapped orders to the assistants around. There was a flurry of activity inside the room. Well, she was right about her first analysis… with an additional concussion that might cause problems later on, but that didn't matter; she's here to save another life.

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Sighing in relief, Dr. Tokugawa Reika all but ripped off the face mask she was wearing along with the surgical gloves covered in blood and threw them in a trash can. She followed her recent patient's unconscious form lying on a bed. When they reached the room in which the child was to stay in, she made a beeline to the nearest chair and slumped in exhaustion. If she didn't need to observe for a bit more, she would have gladly collapsed into one of the comfy stuffed chairs in her office.

She glared lightly at the unconscious child as if he was the problem of all problems in her life. The steady rise and fall of the small chest was the only indication that he was alive. His head was covered with long gauze, his left arm in a cast, and more than a dozen patches littering his small body. Luckily, there was nothing life threatening, except the close call on blood loss.

A light tapping on her shoulder shook her out of her contemplation. She looked up to be faced with one of the assistant nurses who helped her, Tachigawa, if she was correct. He leaned to whisper to her.

"We have… found something with the child," He started.

Reika looked at him and urged him to continue, too tired to speak.

He reached into his pocket to recover a handgun. He gave it to the doctor who accepted and stared at it with an incredulous edge.

"It was tucked in his waistband and covered by his top so no one noticed it except me, who was the first to inspect the child," He said "Normally, I would have called the police if such a thing was in the possession of a child but, when I looked at the child again, his eyes were open slightly and was looking at me hazily and he said '…don't…' and then promptly lost consciousness. I don't even know why but I complied. Now… now I don't know what to do."

Reika looked at the gun she was holding before nodding absently at the nurse, never once taking her eyes off the gun. There was a large chance that not everything is as it seems, add to that that the child looks a bit familiar though she can't remember who, heck, they didn't even know the name of the child and here he is, recovering from whatever hell he came from with a gun in his person. She finally removed her gaze from the metal contraption in her hand and pinned the other with her gaze.

"No one else knows about this except you and me?" She asked and got a nod in reply. She sighed and removed tie holding her long black hair in a bun. "Don't tell about anyone else about this. Not even the police." She turned her gaze towards the body of the child that seems to be the one to cause her stress in the next days or weeks. Damn her maternal instincts and suspicious nature "It seems that… there is more to this than an injured child and a gun in said child's possession." She sighed and got up.

"Remember, nothing of this will be heard out there." She said over her shoulder, making her way outside, hiding the gun in a hidden pocket. She thanks the stars for her weird quirks of random paranoia which urged her to put any hidden somethings on and in all of her possessions.

She sighed again. This is going to be a long and more than a bit stressing week.

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A/N: Any comments? About names, OC's, or situations? I'm still considered kid and not living in a country with English as basic language so the grammar's expected a bit.