The Black Fox (Shinichi X Reader)

Scars

I decided to use this image for a little bit of comedy before the depression sets in. You're welcome.

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"(Y/N)! Where are you?!" Conan screamed her name, the worry nearly smothering him. Still no response. With a silent curse, he ran down the hall that led to the bedrooms. He went into the first room he came to, and scanned around. It was the room she'd climbed into, but she was nowhere to be found. He returned to the hall, and turned his light to the floor. A pair of small bloody footprints trailed further down the hallway, and there were none going the way he'd come.

Conan took a steadying breath, before following the trail to the end of the hall. When he came to the last bedroom on the hall, he froze. There was even more blood, and the smell of rot had begun to drift out of it. He took a step into the room, and felt his stomach turn. Propped just below the open window was a male manikin with it's hands and feet bound. The manikin had been gutted, and real intestines had been inserted into the open cavity. Conan swallowed back the nauseous feeling, before panning the light around the room.

That's when he spotted her. She was huddled in the corner of the room, her front soaked in blood. "(Y/N), are you hurt?" He called to her in a low tone. She didn't speak. The only sound coming from her was soft weeping. It didn't take a detective to figure out what had happened. Conan knelt down just in front of her. "(Y/N), it's me. I came to get you."

She lifted her head, and looked at him. The look in her eyes confirmed his fear. She'd finally broken. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen." She mumbled in a pitiful voice.

Conan shook his head, and wrapped his arms around her. "It's alright. Let's just get you out of here." He whispered. He slowly rose to his feet, making her stand as well. "I'll lead the way."

She nodded, tears still running from her mismatched eyes. She grabbed hold of the back of his shirt, like a small child would.

With one last glance at the manikin, Conan guided her out into the hall. He didn't want to try helping her through the broken window of the back door in her condition, so he made his way to the front door. There was no guarantee that it wasn't also nailed shut, but he had to try. He followed the hallway towards the main house. Conan froze when he reached the living room. He hadn't looked at most of the living room on his way in, but now the full gruesome image was laid out before him. There were two more manikins sprawled on the floor. The closest one was that of a toddler. The manikin was laying face first on the ground, it's neck slit so deeply that the head was almost falling off. Further into the room a female manikin leaned against the sofa. There were dozens of stab wounds across the chest and gut, leaving the front looking like ground meat. Scattered around the woman were the corpses of four ravens, their skulls cracked open.

"What's wrong?" (Y/N) muttered, as she leaned around him to see. 

"Don't look!" Conan instructed, but it was too late. He watched the color drain from her face, and horror fill her eyes. Without warning her knees buckled. Conan barely managed to catch her arm before she hit the ground. He did his best to hold her up, but she had lost all strength. He lowered her to the floor and shifted her so she couldn't see the manikins. "(Y/N), close your eyes." He instructed.

Her tear filled eyes focused on him. With a small nod, she squeezed her bloodshot eyes closed.

Conan leaned down, and picked her up bridal style. She immediately tucked her face against his chest. Satisfied that she couldn't see, he made his way through the bloody house. He stopped for a moment, as he passed the dining room. He could see the rough figure of a small child manikin, it's limbs pulled out in separate directions.  Conan grit his teeth, and continued out. He made his way down the small entry hall, and unlocked the door. Relief washed over him when the door easily pulled open. 

The pathway was bathed in the light of the setting sun, as Conan stumbled out of the house, and to the far end of the yard. When he was positive there was no way for her to see inside the house, he stopped and set her down. He didn't pull away from her, simply let her cling tight to him, while she sobbed.

He didn't like the idea of staying here when a killer was probably nearby, but he couldn't bring himself to make her move. She was completely distraught. He couldn't blame her. After what he'd seen in there, he'd be worried if she was acting fine.

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You sat tucked against his chest, and didn't want to move. If you opened your eyes you would see the darkness, if you moved you would feel the cold, if you spoke the nightmare would become reality. Get it together (Y/N). You chastised yourself. You can't stay here. You have to move. You grit your teeth, and shakily pushed yourself away from him. Your hands trembled and the tears still ran down your face, but you had to move. "We need to go." You muttered, as you wiped the tears from your face. "I don't like the idea of staying here any longer than we have to."

"I agree." Conan nodded, his worried eyes firmly fixed on you.

"I need my stuff first. We need a ride." Conan slung the book-bag off of his shoulder, pulled both cellphones out of his pockets, and passed them to you. You opened up the book-bag, and pulled out a neatly folded women's hoodie. Conan watched you quizzically, but remained silent. With a little bit of effort, you slid the massive hoodie on. You had to push the sleeves up in order to use your hands, but it was better than walking around covered in blood. 

Next, you turned your attention to the cellphones. You dropped your primary phone into the bag for safekeeping, before turning your attention to the burner. You went to the texts, and sent a very short message to the only number on the phone.

Ex Plan T, 5 minutes.

Within moments, the phone buzzed.

On it, be safe.

You slid the phone into your back pocket, and forced yourself to stand. "Let's get moving." You stated. The quiver in your voice was obvious, but Conan said nothing. He could probably tell how scared you still were, but you both knew time was against you.

"What's your plan?" Conan asked, as he got to his feet.

"A taxi will meet us at the flower shop." You stated in a low voice, so as to discourage eavesdropping. You began to move, pushing open the rusted gate. Conan was right behind you every step of the way. 

The flower shop was only five blocks away, but you'd never felt so vulnerable. There was only one road to the flower shop, and it was currently under construction. One lane, and one sidewalk were the only way through. A row of parked cars separated the sidewalk from the road. Warning bells were screaming in your brain. The construction site at a store along the path, the cars parked along the road, the obvious route, the lacking light- it all left a foreboding feeling in the pit of your stomach. You picked up the pace.

As you neared the construction site, your chest tightened. "Judo." You whispered, your eyes fixating on the gate of the construction site. The chain, that presumably had locked the gate, had been cut. Without a word, Conan put himself between you and the construction site. You slid a throwing knife out from under your belt, and readied it.

You were about to pass the gate, when something clicked... behind you. Conan and you froze. Both of you knew that sound. It wasn't the first time someone had pointed a gun at you. 

"I've got to say, this all turned out far better than I could have hoped." His voice hissed from behind you. "Go through the gate." He instructed.

Conan took a step forward, but you didn't budge. He glanced over at you, worry written on his face. You didn't move, couldn't move. The fear from before coupled with his arrival was too much. Your legs wouldn't budge.

Without warning, hard metal slammed into the back of your head. You were thrown to the ground, your head pounded, and your vision was fuzzy. 

"Rin!" Conan called to you.

"That wasn't a suggestion. Now move."