The Black Fox (Shinichi X Reader)

Trauma

As always, I'm not a doctor! The characters' trauma responses are based on my own experiences and others I know. Everyone experiences trauma a bit differently!

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You recounted for Detective Sato the rough details of your 'relationship' with (Y/N), and the, more or less true, story you and Conan had roughly prepared in advance. Where the plan had fallen apart, the story had to deviate. "He... he had a gun pointed at Conan. I couldn't do anything." The tears prickled in your eyes again. "He..." The words caught in your throat. "He was angry. I guess because I tried to run. He started hitting me..." You raised your hand to tentatively touch your swollen eye. "Then he asked if we'd called the police. He cut Conan and said he'd hurt him instead if I lied." You swallowed down the emotions. "I told him no. Then he... he threw Conan out the window." 

Ran was barely holding herself together while Haibara maintained a level expression. Sato's jaw clenched and unclenched. "After that?"

You hesitated, shooting a glance to Conan who watched you carefully. "He dragged me to the window..." Your voice cracked. "He forced me to look." Your lips quivered. "There was so much blood... and he was so still..." Your whole body began to tremble. "He told me to say... say that I killed him... that... I kill everyone I love... He made me say it over and over while he cut me." Ran let out a muffled sob, but you didn't stop. "He wouldn't let me look away. After a while, he dragged me back into the room and continued hurting me... every once in a while, he would let the other guy... try..." You muttered weakly, the memory turning your stomach. "I don't know how long it went on for. But eventually, they left the room. I knew I was going to die. If help did arrive, how many more people would get hurt... how many more people would die..." You hesitated. "So, I crawled to where the floor was rotted out... and..." You didn't finish your sentence. "I don't remember anything else after that."

Ran rushed out of the room, soft sobs following her. 

"Six hours." Haibara stated calmly. "It was six and a half hours between Conan leaving, and the police finding you."

Detective Sato, the 'Savage Sato', was deathly pale. You could tell she was still trying to maintain a professional air. "Do you remember anything about the second man? Anything at all."

You clenched your teeth. "He was... probably Detective Takagi's height. Right-handed. He has light brown eyes." Your stomach turned as you tried to recall the details. "He... he smelled like bleach, and his breath smelled like cigarettes." Your chest tightened as you pictured the figure standing over you, a shimmering knife in his hand. "His eyes... they were hollow."

"Hollow?"

"Like he didn't see... me..." Your voice trembled. "He might as well have been cutting a ham." 

"Was there anyone else there?"

Your eyebrows furrowed. "I don't think so. Why?"

Sato seemed to choose her words carefully. "There was a lot of blood where we found you. It didn't belong to you or the Butcher."

"Infighting?"

"We aren't sure." Sato shook her head. "The DNA isn't in the system."

A faint whisp of a memory tickled the back of your mind. A face flashed before your eyes. A knife twisted in your chest. It took everything in your power to keep your face neutral. "Can we stop for today?" You asked weakly. 

"Of course." Sato smiled softly. "If you remember anything else, let me know." Sato left the room. And you let out a broken sob.

"(Y/N), what's wrong? Are you hurting?" Conan asked worriedly.