The Wrath of Heaven

Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan or Magic Kaitou or any of the characters. All of them belong to Goshou Aoyama. I do, however, own the OCs and plotlines used in this fic.

Chapter 1

For the last four months, Yuusaku and Yukiko Kudo had been locked up in separate hotel rooms, being held there like prisoners. Although, they were being provided with much more comfort and decent food than true prisoners would ever receive. Still, even with the best comforts money could buy, being locked up in a small space, alone, for months on end was almost enough to drive the already kooky parents of one Shinichi Kudo crazy. Their imprisonment had been one of Yuusaku's editor's more drastic approaches to getting the next book finished by the preset deadline.

Since they were in America at the time, the first thing Yukiko had done after finally being set free was meet up with Chris Vineyard, the daughter of her deceased friend. Odd as that sounded, Chris was the one who had asked for the meeting, and since Yukiko had no reason to object, she had readily agreed. The meeting place was a hole-in-the-wall coffee shop that Yukiko had discovered a short time before her imprisonment and was eager to eat there for the first time. They met and had a nice conversation, but Chris did not mention the reason she wished to meet until right as they left the coffee shop.

"Could you please give this to your son?" Chris had asked, handing the brown-haired woman a small white envelope. "I have been wanting to send him this message for quite some time, but it is unwise for me to approach him myself."

"I don't understand," Yukiko said in a confused tone, taking the proffered envelope regardless. "But I'll do as you ask. It might be a little while though."

"I suggest you go home as quickly as possible," Chris replied. "Your son probably needs you right now. Look up the articles on Suzuki Sonoko-san's birthday party and you'll understand why." Then without another word, the young blonde who actually was the aforementioned deceased friend turned and walked away.

To say the least, Yukiko Kudo was a little confused and for some reason, a little worried. Why would Shinichi need her and her husband home so badly that Chris Vineyard would even mention it? Wasn't Ran taking good care of him like always? Had something happened to him when Ran had taken him to Sonoko's party? Either way, she would get no answers by just standing there wondering. So, she hailed a taxi, gave them the address to her hotel, and once in the lobby, she made a beeline for the internet stations. She went to a generic news search engine and typed in "Suzuki Sonoko birthday," and the first headline option that popped up made her blood run cold. After a few moments of staring terrified at the link, she hesitantly clicked on it, and a new window popped up.

Homicide Ruins Rich Girl's Happy Birthday

Tragedy struck yesterday at Tropical Land when, during the birthday party of one Suzuki Sonoko, a young girl was shot and killed. The girl who died was a seventeen-year-old named Mouri Ran, reportedly young Suzuki's best friend. After the first shot was fired, an unknown individual dropped a multitude of flash bombs near a building about 500 meters away, revealing the hiding place of the murderer.

The murderer, sixteen-year-old Kaneko Hasho, was caught trying to escape the building with the murder weapon in hand. A civilian whose name has not yet been released had called the police to inform them of the situation, and they arrived just in time to capture the murderer.

Once apprehended and escorted down to the station, Hasho remained silent during interrogation, never speaking even to demand a lawyer. However, the police received enough information from hundreds of eyewitness testimonies to put her away for life. Those testimonies would soon become superfluous, because at six o'clock this morning, Hasho committed suicide. During the time she was by herself for less than five minutes, she pulled out a knife that had been hidden in her hair and slit her own throat.

Those three paragraphs were all it took for Yukiko to race from the lobby, past her husband's protesting editor, and straight into Hotel Room 419, the one Yuusaku was currently residing in. As she slammed the door open, the brown-haired woman came face to face with a smiling husband. In a moment of confusion, she stopped, and Yuusaku started speaking, "Hi Honey. You must have one great sixth sense. How did you know I just finished my manuscript?"

"I didn't," Yukiko replied in a huff. "I came to tell you that we're going home. Now. I don't care about this book anymore. Shinichi needs us. Ran-chan died just days after we were first isolated." Nodding, Yuusaku began packing his belongings, and Yukiko returned to her own room to pack her own. Within a matter of minutes, both of them were ready to go.

"Wait, wait!" the editor was shouting after them. "You can't leave until I have the rough draft of Kudo-san's book." He quickly caught up to them and spread his arms the span of the hallway, blocking their way to the nearest elevator.

"What do deadlines matter when my son needs his parents?" Yuusaku demanded, pushing past the editor, who had fallen into a strange sort of silence. He almost seemed afraid to speak, and realization dawned on the female Kudo.

"You knew!" Yukiko shrieked in outrage. "You knew our son's childhood friend had been killed, and you didn't tell us!"

"Well, you wouldn't have been able to do anything about it," the editor remarked. "You couldn't bring her back, and from what I hear, you're son has been missing for quite some time. He didn't even go to the funeral, and I needed the next book."

"You foul, loathsome, evil," Yukiko began saying, but apparently that was all she could get out. Her rage was making it hard for her to speak.

"Yukiko, hon, we don't have time for this. And you," Yuusaku said turning back to his editor. "I did finish the manuscript, but you won't be getting it. You're fired." With that said, the two were quickly gone from the hotel and soon boarded the first flight to Japan they could find.

When they had finally reached the house, Yukiko didn't even bother with her luggage. She raced inside the house and began a mad search for her son. She soon found him, barely registering the fact that he was fully grown again, a bit taller but still, and looking like he had just gotten out of bed, what with his messy hair even if he was already in his school uniform. Hugging him tightly to her chest, she began, "Shin-chan, I'm so sorry we took so long to get home. We came as soon as we found out. Your father's editor had been keeping us locked up in a hotel; he didn't even bother to tell us what happened. Once we found out, we came rushing back as quickly as we could. I'm so sorry that this happened Shin-chan."

"Uh," her son said an oddly awkward-sounding voice. He sounded just a tad uncomfortable to be squished up against her chest, and his voice had changed quite a bit since she last heard it. Hadn't he already gone through that part of puberty and every other part for that matter? "I'm not your son, but I'm pretty sure he appreciates the sentiment."

Confused, Yukiko pushed him backward and noticed what she hadn't at first glance. Although it was true this boy looked remarkably like her son, he wasn't. A flash of memory went off like a picture in her head, and she asked, "Kuroba Kaitou-kun?"

"The one and only," he said with a playful grin. After a small puff of his signature pink smoke, a red rose appeared in his hand. Handing it to her, he continued, "A flower for the pretty Obaa-san."

"Kaitou-kun," Yukiko said with a smile that suddenly seemed angry for some reason and a tone that seemed the slightest bit threatening. He squeaked and started backing away slowly. "What did I say about that word last time?"

"Oh, cut him some slack, Mom," a younger voice called out from behind her in a tone happier than she ever would have believed possible so soon after Ran's death. Hardly daring to believe it, Yukiko turned around and saw her still chibified son with a dazzling smile spread wide across his face.

"Shin-chan!" she screamed, hugging her true son even tighter than she had Kaitou. He looked torn between remaining silent because he was touched by the overly enthusiastic display of motherly love or saying something because she was sort of crushing him. "I'm sorry…"

"I know," Conan interrupted her with a smaller, gentler smile, this time. "I heard you the first time, and it's okay. Kaitou helped me through the rough patches. Because of him, I can truly smile again."

"Shinichi-kun," Kaitou's voice ground out through gritted teeth. His voice sounded oddly strained.

"What's wrong Kaitou-kun?" Yukiko asked, still not letting go of her son but loosening her grip a tiny bit.

"It's just-" the magician looked hesitantly over at the mini-sized detective, as though not sure he should continue on this train of thought. He didn't want to upset Conan so soon after the start of their, for lack of a better word, relationship.

"He's worried about me is all," Conan answered, wriggling out of his mother's grasp and hopping down to the ground. "If you had come home any earlier than today, I'm not sure what state you would've found me in. Up until yesterday, I was still pretty miserable." And then he proceeded to tell his parents the whole story. Katiou remained silent during the story, interested to hear it from Conan's perspective. Although he seemed calm on the outside, the magician was just a mess of knots on the inside, completely wound up and tense, anxiously awaiting the reactions of the Kudo parents. He was extremely nervous to find out what they would feel about what had happened the previous night. After all, even though the detective had an eighteen-year-old mind, he still had an eight-year-old body.

Though, he really needn't have worried too much, because the second Conan had finished telling his story, Yukiko grabbed a hold of Kaitou and started squeezing the life out of him. The normal-sized teenager merely stood there for a few minutes, confused beyond belief, before the brunette began rambling, "I'm so glad my Shin-chan finally has someone who can understand him. I was always so worried, because he's not the brightest socially. And now he's found a lover all on his own. Oh I can't wait for him to be all grown up again. You two will be soooooo cute together."

"Uh," was the oh so intelligent response that made its way out of Kaitou's mouth.

"Dear, you're overwhelming the poor boy," Yuusaku commented with a chuckle. He placed a hand on his wife's shoulder and pulled her back a bit. "Don't fret young Kuroba. That's just her way of saying she approves."

"Oh, that's good then," Kaitou let out a sigh of relief. "Anyway, we were just about to have breakfast. Would you like to join us?"

"Of course," Yukiko answered with a wide grin. "Oh and Shin-chan, I have something for you from Chris Vineyard, though I've no idea why she would need to contact you, much less through me." Pulling out the small, white envelope, she handed it to her son.

Upon hearing this news, Conan's face darkened considerable, because in his mind Vineyard equaled Vermouth. Taking a deep breath, he forced the panic pounding in his veins to calm down. He had long since suspected that woman knew his true identity, and this form of contact only confirmed it. However, due to the roundabout way of communication, he hoped he was right in believing that this was done of her own free will and not by order of the organization. With a small sigh, Conan took the envelope out of his mother's hand and said, "Before I open this, you need to know something Kaa-san. The Chris Vineyard you saw is actually the Sharon Vineyard you've known since your days as Toichi Kuroba's student. For a while, I've suspected that she has taken the medicine that shrunk me to age backwards herself. One thing I know for sure is she's part of the organization that did this to me."

"NO!" Yukiko shouted. "How can be that be true?!"

"Shh," Yuusaku shushed his wife. "Shinichi wouldn't say something like that unless he was absolutely sure it was true. We can discuss the Vineyards later. Right now, we need to know what that letter says." With a quiet sniffle, Yukiko nodded her head, and Conan opened the letter.

The Angel's tears have stopped forever

The immortal child now weeps in her place

Return to the place of the Golden Apple

Four days after the rising of the fake angel

To become more fearsome than any sun

Come to me, my miniature silver bullet

A/N: Okay, so I know I said this was going to be a one-shot, but that didn't really work out as planned. I hope you enjoyed Chapter 1 of The Wrath of Heaven, also known as the sequel to Tragedy's Silver Lining. That first one was supposed to be a one-shot too, and we all know how that turned out.

Something that I'm not sure I've mentioned before. We all know that Conan Edogawa and Shinchi Kudo are the same person. When I write, no matter what state of mind Shinichi/Conan is in (meaning whether he's displaying a more child-like or a more mature personality), I always refer to him in the same way. In his shrunken form, he is Conan, and in his true/fully-grown form, he is Shinichi.

For those of you who were wondering, the promised prize of naming my OCs in this fic went to bart4nat and nataeiy1. Now as requested, the three quotes that wouldn't leave my head and were what that first fic was based of off.

1. Kaitou Kid: She died so you could live, Tantei-kun.

2. Conan: He's what They took from you, isn't he?

3. Kaitou Kuroba: So, you see Shinichi-kun? You're not death, you're hope.

I love reviewers, but I do have a request. I would really love for someone to seriously critique my work. It doesn't have to stop at constructive criticism. I'd love for someone to really pick apart my work and tell me every little thing they hated, what needs to be improved, and what parts of my writing they liked best. Believe me when I say I love all reviews, and it's really nice to know people appreciate my work. However, I'm a far cry from being perfect, and there's always room to improve. Also, if I can get better, I can give better fan fiction to my readers. Anyway, thanks again for reading this fan fiction and hopefully you seriously considered my request.