Our Secret

Chapter 1 : Wake up, darling

She woke with a start. Where the hell was she? What brought here? What time was it? What on Earth was going on? But before any of said questions could be answered - a great pang of pain seared through Haibara Ai's head. Weaving her fingers through her short, strawberry blonde her, she clutched at her now hurting head. She winced.

That was when realization hit her. Pain? Yes, there was pain. And when she brought her fingers up to her face purely out of curiosity as to why she seemed to be able to clutch her hair in larger chunks than usual - she realized she was no longer Haibara Ai.

She was Miyano Shiho.

As if domino's had just began toppling over in her mind, realization hit her - one by one.

She was her older self. Her head hurt. She had no recollection of what had happened prior to this. She was in some sort of room - a rather luxurious one - she noted. She was on a way-too-comfortable-to-just-be-meant-for-sleeping bed and she was..

Oh, no. She was.. she was not.. but she was. Naked. Only covered by the flimsy, silk bed sheet (that strangely smelled of men's cologne - she might add) wrapped around her shivering body.

That was when Miyano Shiho, 18 year old -as of now- normally collected and calm prodigy, genius lost her 'cool.'

She stood up, letting the soft, white blanket fall on the floor and tumble in a puddle around her feet. Stepping out of it, she mumbled a curse, feeling the icy, glacial wind from the open window gliding it's way inside the hotel room. Yes, it was a hotel room indeed.

She picked up the flimsy bed spread and wrapped it around her shivering body before striding over to the open window and shutting it - not before peering out and noticing how high the room actually was - with a soft click.

She sighed. She sat down on the bed again and began to think. What happened before this? Had she taken the antidote? Did she eat some sort of food spiked with alcohol..? Maybe Paikaru wine? But no matter how much she tried, she couldn't remember a thing.

Her eyes flitted over to the round, black clock atop the plasma screen TV. It read 11:17 pm. PM? It was that late? She watched as the long, curved, pure white minute hand flicked to 18 minutes with a tense click. And just like that, Shiho's eyes widened as she remembered - although not fully - what had happened to her prior. Her face heated up at her stupidity.

She'd been drinking. She was upset. It was just one of those days. Those days where you hated the pain and just hated everything. She remembered leaving Conan and the rest of the gang as they enthusiastically discussed 'important' matters at this hotel's lobby. Was it Haido City Hotel? Yes probably. Now that she thought if it, she realized there were quite a lot of people in the lobby - and also when she'd glanced out the window just now. Was there some sort of event?

There probably was. But she'd left them and ran. Just ran as fast as she could. She remembered hearing a person calling our her name as she swiveled her way up to the roof of the hotel. And she just started drinking. She knew the consequences but simply gave no damn. She didn't even remember where the sinful-tasty alcohol had come from. Pain. She'd felt a bit of pain, surely. Had the alcohol numbed down the rest? Probably. And then she saw it. Her. Him. It. She didn't know. No, it was definitely a him.

A tall, handsome figure clad all in white stepped almost serenely across the terrace to where her pained body was huddled, she was thrashing as her limbs outstretched. Go! She wanted to scream. Whoever you are, you can't see me like this, she'd thought. The figure watched as little whimpers escaped her rosy, pink lips. And then it disappeared. Just like that he was gone. Without even thinking about what the hell she was doing, she'd slipped off her little pink ruffly skirt that barely fit her anymore, leaving herself in the little panties of her 8-year-old self - she wasn't gonnr go completely naked, after all. She'd slipped off her shirt as well, it was too tight and it hurt, but she'd left her little denim jacket on, it reached up to just below her breasts and did little to preserve her modesty. She'd remembered feeling extremely embarrassed at being dressed like this, especially on a roof that anyone could easily access. God, what had she done! Her head still felt woozy. She was tired - exhausted. She was thankful, once more, that the figure was no longer there. He - she was quite certain it was he (although she didn't even glimpse at his face) - didn't see her like this. Especially in this certain attire. She realized, then, exactly how close to the edge of the roof shed been. She remembered seeing lights below, a lot of lights, and then she felt a strange sensation in her stomach - the kind you feel as you drop from an extremely high point of stance - like a roller coaster. She remembered screaming loudly, but her voice did little to overpower the sounding sirens and buzzing noises and cheers below. Before her eyes flitted to a close, she'd glimpsed a flying white figure above her, reaching out quickly before gloved fingers slid across her bare lower back - and hauled her sideways, a completely different velocity to where her plummet had been leading her. That was her last memory before everything went blank.