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A Scandal In Beika*

Crossover Detective Conan x Sherlock Holmes

A/N: * Beika stands for Baker in Japanese words.
My biggest achievement in fanfic bootcamps, a General for the last round. Also my greatest fun for writing both of my most beloved fandom: Detective Conan and Sherlock Holmes!

To me, Sherlock Holmes is always the one. To be precise, I assume him as my greatest friend, my greatest teacher, and also my greatest rival (if I may say so myself, though compared to his extraordinary powers of observations and flawless deduction, mine would become as tiny as a plankton in a never-ending sea). To speak further, my sparkling of interest in a case were merely because of him; how he managed to open layer after layer of a tangled cases, amazed by how his keen eyes never missed a peculiar details that nobody would -I think- come to understand hadn't he showed me his process and me becoming familiar with his methods. Thus, I have come to think that someone other than Sherlock Holmes would never be able to see through things as of an accurate deduction as him.

But this little adventure of mine has speak otherwise.

London, March 20th 1888

I had seen little of Holmes lately. This time, not because of my marriage that had drifted us away nor my civil practices as an active member of medical profession -as Holmes would describe my work field as- but rather because of Holmes has been immersing himself with a 'scientific project' that cordially directed towards his so-called other ambition: the existence of time machine. I had doubted it effectiveness from the first time I heard such machine's existence. First, from my science-allegedly spectrums of knowledge it was nonexistent and furthermost no one had ever achieved the true result of it based on the extraordinary complexity of the nature of space and time itself.

Thus, I had become an object to test the machine. Not because of my friends's request or anything, I were merely interested in how this machine works -if it ever worked- while gladly assisting Holmes to be the victim -yes, I called myself victim even though I'm the one who volunteered- in order to judge the results of the test. Of course I was well aware of how this projects could endanger my own safety, but I hadn't once have not involved myself in a dangerous case with Holmes, so be it.

The first thing that went through my mind was that the machine absolutely didn't work. For I was still standing inside Holmes's chamber after the first trial.

I looked around to find Holmes. But he was nowhere to be seen "My dear friend, are you that desperate as to hide yourself so that I would think the machine worked?" Said I, "I am afraid it really didn't work"

I waited for quite some time but Holmes never appeared. Thinking 'He sometimes could be as stubborn as a rock' I stepped out of his chamber, but only to find a mass of people gathered and focused their attention to me which I find unpredictable "What brings you here, gentlemen? Are you perhaps had made appointment with Sherlock Holmes?" Yet I situated myself as politely and natural as I used to be, knowing Holmes's client usually weren't stand as usual people.