The Black Fox (Shinichi X Reader)

Old Wounds

So, I got quarantined... which is unfortunate. However, because of that I have some extra time to write, so that's great! As such, here's the update FINALLY. Sorry again for the waits I put you lot through!

Now, on with the story!

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You looked down at the picture book, a pout on your face. Picture books were so boring, and adding the pictures made reading less fun. You flopped back onto the floor, and stared up at the ceiling. "Teachers don't listen." You groaned under your breath. You'd tried to tell her that you wanted to read better books, but she wasn't hearing any of it.

Ding-Dong!

You sat up, and hopped to your feet. "I've got it!" You called, before skipping to the door, unlocking it, and pulling it open. You hesitated upon seeing the person on the other side. It was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties, with greasy black hair, and chilling grey eyes. Scraggly five o'clock shadow covered his jawline, and his clothes looked like they belonged on a homeless man. Your confidence dwindled slightly, and you hid most of your body behind the door. "Who are you?" You mumbled, unnerved by the man.

"Hi, I was wondering if you could lend me a hand." The man said in a strained voice.

His tone only succeeded in bothering you further. "M-Maybe I should get my mom..." You started to slowly close the door.

"I just want to borrow a phone!" He continued. He reached under his coat, and pulled out a small bundle. "You see, I found this hurt kitten, and want to call a vet." He explained, as he unfolded the bundle to reveal the face of a kitten, it's eyes firmly closed.

Upon seeing the kitten, all doubt left your mind. After all, no bad person would want to help a kitten! You pulled the door open wider, and took a step back. The man stepped in, but you didn't notice the dark smile on his face.

"(Y/N), what have we told you about answering the door!" Your mother called from the living room. You could hear her footsteps approaching.

"But, mom, the kitten needs help!" You half whined, before turning to face your mom.

When you turned, terror hit you like a tidal wave. It wasn't the mother you'd expected. She wasn't fresh from the shower, smelling of honeysuckle, with her hair pulled back into a messy bun. Instead, the mother before you was crumpled, blood pouring from her slit throat, and her hair covering her lifeless eyes.

You stumbled back a few steps, crashing into the shoe rack behind the door. You looked up at the man, fear and confusion flooding your eyes with tears. He turned to you, and smiled. "Thanks, I couldn't have done this without you. Little Fox."

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"NO!" You screamed, as you jerked awake. You tried desperately to get out of the blankets that tangled around you, tears filling your eyes.

"Whoa, take it easy!" Conan shouted. He ran to your side, and grabbed your arms to stop their thrashing. "(Y/N), it's alright!" He tried his best to soothe you, but your mind was clouded with blood. You recognized the room as the one you shared with Ran, but that knowledge didn't make you feel any safer.

You pried your hands away from him, the force made you topple backwards from the bed. You hit the ground hard, but didn't bother getting up. Instead, you curled your knees to your chest, and squeezed your eyes shut.

Conan hurried around the bed to you, and crouched down beside you. He went to reach out, but stopped. "(Y/N), none of this was your fault." He whispered.