Chapter 1

In Another World, With Another Identity

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Look, I wasn't really in for this rough trip.

And I certainly, certainly, wasn't prepared to find the Philosopher's Stone. Not that I supposed this stone didn't have that name in the Detective Conan universe.

Well, you see, my name was Miu, 5 years old.

And five years ago, I had died.

So why was I still up and talking? You might ask.

Apparently, I had been reincarnated.

In my first life, I had been, well, normal. Normal as in the type of normal school, normal people, normal happenings, ect. Normal student, who came from overseas to study. I might be loud, or timid, or outgoing, or shy it didn't matter. I had normal days. Days without fearing for my death or chasing criminal or what not.

Sometimes, I wondered if dying would lose my sanity.

As to speak, I was having an absolutely normal day with normal classes and all, then died a normal death (it was car accident, by the way) and everything was... Well, normal.

So I really couldn't understand. Why me, an average Sec 2 (grade 8 I think?) student of Maple View Secondary, had been reborn. (And I'm skipping all the horrible parts of being inside someone, and then getting delivered. That memory should be erased.)

In an anime, no less.

Yes, imagine my surprise when I worked that out.

You see, before I died, I loved animes. I watched all kinds of them. Naruto, One Piece, Inuyasha, Shingeki no Kyojin, Fairy Tail, Prince of Tennis, Gintama, Kuroko no Basket... There was almost no animes which I never heard of.

When I arrived in this world in 27 August 1993, I had been in a mess, both physically and mentally. Who wouldn't when you found that you had been reincarnated? My early days consisted of me adapting to my new body, and basically eating, sleeping, and staring into space. These days were confusing, and I couldn't even move much except for blinking and breathing and such. It was very frustrating.

When I finally reached the half-year milestone, my brain decided that it could finally stop being a useless being and started to compute and work with my eyes. In another words, I observed.

The world around me was... normal. Unremarkable and normal. I drew the first conclusion that I had been born in an English country judging by the way people around me stringing out English like there was no tomorrow, and the familiar alphabets sprawled over the walls, the boards, the signs, blah blah blah.

However, I realised my 'Mother' (It still felt weird calling her mother, even after all those days of her taking care of me and my stupid baby needs. After all, who would like a stranger changing your diaper every time you did something?) was speaking to me, (aka baby-teaching,) in a very very familiar language.

Japanese.

Oh the wonders of animes. I just loved that language.

I recalled I had started to take the Jap course the same time when I started my Sec school life. It was tough, a bit harder than Chinese, with all those hiragana and katakana and most of all, kanji, which proved to be the greatest challenge. Knowing Chinese as a native tongue had helped a lot, but kanji was different. If you were to describe, it could be said as the traditional form of modern Chinese.

After all, back then, China had indeed been an influence to Japan.

So, I learned. What reason was there not to? When a mother decided to teach her child something, and the child happened to be you, you'd better learn it.

Talking about family, I had realised over some time that my mother and her friends were the only ones present during my birth. My mother, whose hair was reddish-brown, and intimidating blue eyes, and pale skin. American? I questioned inwardly. Or some other European country?

Though, I did not know why, but I thought I had seen her somewhere.

Sounds still came to me as loud, booming, and unclear. However, somewhere along the lines I thought I heard 'Uroma' or something, and 'Eww'. (The latter which made me dumbfounded as I was not sure whether that was directed to the mess all around me or what.)

I knew I wasn't able to hear sound that distinctive.

As for my father, I couldn't really provide some descriptions. Truth was, I had never seen him, or that I didn't remember seeing him. The only thing I remembered was that, in my earlier days, this 'mother' of mine was in grieving. She had tried to hide it. And she had indeed hide it well. But somehow, I knew. She was sad.

I had long since drawn to the conclusion that he had died. After all, which father didn't come home to see his child after so long?

My mother, apparently, was in the middle of her 'travels around the world' when she gave birth to me. I recalled the place she delivered was somewhere in London. Ironically enough, it was in Princess Grace Hospital, located near the famous Baker Street.

"What to say? You might grow up to be a detective!" Granted, these wasn't my mother's exact words, but I thought it was somewhere along the line. If I had the coordination and control over my infant body that time, I might have rolled my eyes. Me, a detective? In my previous life I hardly dreamed of becoming even part of the civil force.

Sometimes I suspected that I wasn't the only one who lost my sanity.

Despite that, I had to announce, that she was a good teacher.

Language was not the only thing she taught. There were more discreet, subtle one. Like the games we played, they seemed to have underlying meaning. There were several I was already familiar with, favourite being the cat's cradle, but there were also many more which seemed like they were aimed for developing limber fingers and hand-eye coordination.

Being the paranoid person I was, I couldn't help but find all this suspicious. Normally, parents were more focused on passing on knowledge, rather than spending lots of time investing on my physical body. Not that I mind though. With my body trained at the younger age, I would be able to gain better control at my body.

"Let's travel around the world together, Miu-chan!"

To this sentence, I had been gaping, even though I tried to mask my shock. I meant, who brings babies around the world? This was crazy.

In reply, my mother only gave me one of her signature mischievous grins, while I met it with an apathetic face.

It seemed that I forgot she lost her sanity, or that if she even had one in her first place.

That was how my first few years were spent. My mother dragged me to all sorts of places and I met all sorts of people. Of course, she home-taught me all the usual stuff I was supposed to learn in school, like math and science. I wasn't sure whether I was supposed to learn all these topics she picked yet. They seemed a bit too advanced for my age group.

These travels, to say the least, was fascinating. This world seemed to be an exact replica of my own, save for the time difference. Heck, maybe I had travelled through time? All those places I never had a chance to visit in my previous life, like Pyramid and the Manchu Picchu, even my birthplace, London, I had never been before. It was a refreshing experience, and it was certainly not boring.

And now, back to the main topic. So I had my roughs, I had my joys. Where did a Philosopher's Stone got into my life? And a Philosopher's Stone from the anime I used to enjoy in my old life, Fullmetal Alchemist, no less. And how in the worlds did I find out I was in the DC world?

The answer came to me. During that summer of my fifth year.

Oh. My. God.

After re-reading my chapter one, I am so sad because this whole chapter seems so... Sad. Like no live in it! Gods!

Khem, so erm, right. Back to the point. I am writing this actually to test myself and such. My first reincarnation fic. I'd try to lighten up the mood of the story in the future. The first chapter is just so... Short and sad.

So, er, see you next time!