Moon Logic

By Skye Silverwing

Disclaimer, I don't own these characters or settings.

Part 1: Arrival

Chibi-Usa smiled as Pu ushered her and Dianna, her cat, though the Time Gates.

Sending the little Moon Princess into the past for protection had become standard procedure anytime that some dark force or another popped up to challenge the stalwart defenders of Crystal Tokyo, an occurrence that happened so frequently that Usa was almost used to the Temporal Displacement Shock. Almost.

She and Dianna stumbled hard as they landed with a thump in a park in the middle of the Juuban Ward of Tokyo.

As she looked around to get her bearings, Usa noticed that she was not the only one in this area of the park. She crouched low and observed the group of 6 kids her age playing a game of Baseball on the other side of the embankment, to determine if any might have noticed her decent from the invisible time-portal.

The pitcher, a somewhat rotund with a bullet-shaped head, was preparing to pitch to a lanky boy with brown hair, who, at present, was up to bat. A small girl stood behind the batter glove ready to catch the ball, and protective pads and a face mask obscuring her face and almost covering her cute brown hair. The first baseman, a black-haired boy with glasses appeared lost in thought, though the Strawberry blonde girl on second seemed to be watching him a lot. On third base was…

Chibi-usa's Eyes widened.

"Hotaru-chan!" She called.

The frail-looking dark-haired girl looked her way, having heard her exclamation. The Black-haired boy and the blond looked her way, even as the bullet-head threw the ball.

"Chibi-Usa-chan!" Hotaru exclaimed, with a big smile.

Hotaru's smile turned to a look of concerned surprise as a loud crack sounded and the ball's new course became apparent. "Look out!" She cried.

The pink-haired princess shut her eyes, expecting a blow like a hammer to her head. But it did not come. Instead came a stifled thud and a slight yowl, and when she opened her eyes, she could not suppress a yelp of concern as she saw Dianna lying on the ground not moving.

.o0o. .o0o. .o0o. .o0o. .o0o. .o0o. .o0o.

Conan was not sure what to think of the pink-haired girl or the wounded kitten she cradled in her arms.

His intuition told him that there was something off about this whole situation, though he could not seem to pin it down exactly.

It had started innocently enough. Ran's friend from a karate tournament, a girl named Makoto, (whose name caused Sonoko much confusion) had made a request of Kogoro to assist her in locating some guy from her past.

The request fell on deaf ears, since the "famous" Detective was apparently busy today (a new Yoko Okino movie was out).

As the brown-haired girl prepared to leave, Conan's friends, who had been over to study, had stepped up and offered to take the case.

Mako-san was not particularly happy with the group of pint-sized Detectives, until Ran vouched for them and pointed out that the large the number could search faster. She had been right, of course. Makoto's sempai had been easier to find then they had expected. In fact they stumbled upon him within the first hour, and set up a meeting.

After a long talk with her old sempai, Makoto had not been impressed. Thanking the Tantei's anyway, she had been preparing to leave when there was a scream. Conan flinched and sighed, turning to investigate. Sure enough, the old sempai had been found dead.