Horse farm and a traumatized Shinichi (Shinkai)

How it all started Shinichi's Pov

"Um, I guess now it is my turn to tell you how it started. I...so I am not sure where to start. Guys, do I really have to?"

"Yes, Shin-chan you did promise us to tell me and Sagu-chan about it. I told you my part as well so pleeeassse. It will help you.~"

 "God, I still can't believe that I am telling you two this now. Fine....I guess I should probably start where I stumbled on something...."

"Jeeze, don't worry I will be there for you Shin-chan.~"

"Can you not- You promised me not to interrupt me..."

"Kaito you promised him to stay silent and let him talk. Do I have to drag you away?"

"N-no of course not. Fine, I will stay silent now..."

"Thanks, Hakuba...let's do this..."

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It was like every day ever other than that Lady luck hated him and he still couldn't believe that he got dragged into it. Now thinking back on it he should have known. But this time it changed his life, to the worst yet to the best. He had just gone home, this time alone and there he saw two people kidnap someone. Of course, he stopped them, but that had ended in him getting kidnapped a year later. 

The police knew that he could get the next target, but he told that it should be alright. After all, he knew how to fight back. Oh, how wrong he was. He began to get more paranoid and it seemed that Hakuba noticed. Even Ran began to worry for him. Even Kaito Kid had glanced at him worriedly. That was why he decided to stop being a detective and start a career as a teacher.

A year later, six months precisely later he was on his way home and was dragged into an alleyway. Of course, he fought back and almost manages to escape. But he was shot on his right leg and his whole body by now had bruises. In the end, they managed to overwhelm him and he ended unconscious.

As he woke up, he wore some kind of overgrown. The kind which people wore at a hospital. The only difference was that he had a number on his skin 133. The number had been burned into his skin and by now it was healed. And he guessed that he had been put to sleep long enough to make it almost heal. On his ankle was a metal shackle and he knew that he couldn't break it.

His eyes sharp and looking around and he shivered. Where was he? What do these people want from him? He guessed that this had to do with the kidnapping. Now that he thought about it there had been a dove above him. He knew that dove, Tsuki. Hopefully, the dove would bring Kid towards the place he got kidnapped. He just could hope that they would come to his rescue...

A month had gone by and they had done many things to him. Or maybe longer, his inner clock was screwed by now. The hope stayed that would find him, and get him out. Things that he didn't want to think about. Too horrible, sometimes they cut him, and sometimes they put a needle in his skin and put something in his system. It was never pleasant and it was always painful.

Of course, he tried to escape, but nothing worked and whenever they brought him somewhere they used some kind of mist which made him feel groggy. Whenever that happened he thought about Kaito Kid. Or on his best friend Hattori. But it mostly ended towards the thief. He wondered what his friends were doing and he wondered what has he done to deserve that kind of treatment.

It was now probably months or maybe years even, and he guessed that no help will come. That no one will find him. He gave up by now, yet he had the hope that the thief would find him and rescue him. He made the impossible, possible and he still had the hope. But their treatment didn't stop and worse was when that female was there. She...was worst than the others and she wore a grown a doctor one. She uses psychological games on him. It was more difficult to remember, but he clung on a particular person. Never did he want to lose that memory of Kid. He was his safe haven and the female wasn't just using psychological games, but she had raped him. 

Why was she doing this? He tried to plead to her to stop.  No one cared in this hell hole about him. But that didn't mean he would give up entirely as there was still some hope was in him. Hope that someone would rescue him. He was sure that they would...

How long was it? It was long ago since he remembered who he was. Long ago that he remembered anything. They called him always this 133 number, and he guessed that this was his name from now on. But he knew he had a different name before. All he remembered were pain from his wounds, but there was someone who he tried to remember. There was something which he still remembered Indigo. This was the only memory he had. He loved that color and white. Would he die? His body was so weak and he felt delirious by now. There were now noses outside. Loud, some booming sound, some yelling and soon two footsteps.

His head wasn't moving up as he thought he would get punished again. But nothing happened and so he looked up. Huh, these two seemed different and why do they look that surprised. One of them seemed familiar. That person has the same indigo color he always loved. Maybe he would help me? His sight slowly turned to black and he passed out too relieved that he would finally be out of his prison.

The next time he woke up on something soft. Why was he on something comfortable? What? His sapphire eyes snapped open. He looked around and began to feel his body shaking. Everything white. Was he back at the experimental lab-no please no...

He began to whimper and hoping that he wasn't there anymore. That was until someone began to talk, softy and with so much care. His eyes turned around and he was met with dark green concerned eyes. This person was different. Not like them, not like the once who injured him. His body seemed to relax. Who was he? Did he know this person? He seemed familiar as well, but he couldn't remember.

Soon more people visit and as well he got checked out and it seemed that he doesn't remember anything. Yes, he remembered that time, but what happened before he didn't remember. He heard from the male who's name is Hattori, that it was three years since he was there. 

It took him two years to remember entirely and he hid his flashbacks, hid his nightmares, hid everything behind a mask. That was until two 10 months later, the job he had been quit by his boss. And now two months later,  he found himself at the farm. 

He knew that it would be a steady and slow healing process, but he was sure that with the help of Kaito he could do this.

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I decided to make the first part in the first pov, because not and the rest in third pov. I hope you enjoyed it and I see you all in the next chapter ja ne.~