Author's Notes:

Me: Okay... This is my very first time to write a fan fiction so please be patient with me. I don't know if I could update this on a regular basis because of busy schedules, writer's blocks and, as Sherlock Holmes put it, I am "incurably lazy".

Conan: Yeah, right. Of all the reasons you gave, the only real one is the last one, isn't it? It's summer vacation for Pete's sake! How can you be busy?

Me: What if I say I'm too busy being a couch potato? Or reading other fan fictions?

Conan: ¬¬ Then that would be selfish of you.

Me: Fine. Anyway... *turns back to readers*If there are any misspellings or grammatical errors, if you have any comments and suggestions, please inform me either by PM or review and I'll see what I can do.

Conan: If you don't like it, don't read it.

Me: Well said, Conan-kun. Flames, flames go away! Come again another day!

Conan: Disclaimer time?

Me: Yup! ^_^ Now, would you be so kind to do it, Conan-kun?

Conan: Whatever... *turns to readers* She owns this story, but not the manga/anime called "Detective Conan" and "Magic Kaito"⌐⌐. Both are owned by the brilliant author named Gosho Aoyama-sensei. The idea of going into the world of Detective Conan was taken from another brilliant author who goes by the name chelseaj500, with permission of course. But she does own Emma Melendez (based on her, with a few modifications), Edmun Melendez, (based on her dad, again, with a few modifications), and Amy Melendez (based on her mom, also with a few modifications). This applies to ALL of the chapters in this story. Unless she decides to create a new character and I need to tell you guys that it is owned by her.

Me: If you're reading this chelseaj500, thanks a lot! Special thanks to my mom, dad and friend (who I refer to as Aniki) for proofreading this story. Another special thanks to zXFallenAngelsXz or Lui-chan for encouraging me to write this fic. Also, just in case you don't get it, these are for thoughts, flashbacks, dreams, or the occasional stress.

Conan:These are for titles or loud voices.

Me:'These are for my native tongue (which, I will not tell so as to protect my identity and privacy).'

Conan: "These are for my native tongue."

Me: 'And these are for English.'

Me: Okay! Finally finished with the ridiculously-longer-than-the-story-itself author's notes. I give you: "A Different World"! *bows and steps out of the stage*

Conan: Please enjoy.*bows and steps out of the stage also*

Me: *head pops in* Oh! And please review when you're done reading. Reviews are food for authors, ya know? :D *gets yanked out of sight by Conan*

*curtain opens*

'Emmaaa! Time to wake up!~' my mother's voice rang through the whole house. I gave off a loud groan. I was having such a good dream... 'You've been sleeping for 12 hours nonstop young lady, so don't you dare go back to sleep!' Darn it.

My eyes flickered open only to quickly close again as they weren't accustomed to the bright sunlight that greeted them yet. I stood up and slowly felt my way to my dresser with my eyes still closed and my arms outstretched like a zombie. Making sure that my back was turned towards the window, I opened my eyes for the second time and waited for a few seconds for them to adjust. I glanced at the clock that was situated on top of my bedside table and gave off yet another groan. 10:30AM already? Oi oi, this isn't like me...

I grabbed my comb and started to fix my hair. As I was doing so, I looked at the mirror. A beautiful young lady of 14 looked back at me. My name is Emma Melendez. I had neck-length hair as black as a raven's plumage, warm, chocolate brown eyes, slightly slanted because of the little Chinese blood that I had, a delicate nose, slightly pouted lips, (which, by the way, are almost always dry and cracked because of too much dehydration. I don't apply lip balm much.) and fair skin.

Three things I pride myself most in: One, my perfect posture, two, my IQ score of one hundred and twenty-three, and three, my loyalty in friendship, beliefs, and such. I am a wide-reader. I am also an avid fan of Detective Conan. I don't own any of the mangas, I read them on-line, but I do own some of the CDs.

I put on my two ever-present ribbon shaped pink hair clips and sauntered off to the washroom in order to get rid of any bad breath. After that, I proceeded to the dining room and found my dad already fiddling with the new Galaxy S2 he just bought recently. I rolled my eyes, slightly amused. Ever since he had bought my Tablet PC, he had begun to develop a little obsession on new gadgets and appliances such as flat screen televisions, touch screen phones, and such. Every time we went to a mall or any place with an appliance store, his day wouldn't be complete if he didn't pay a visit to his beloved S2.

'Morning Popsicle Sticks~' I murmured as I pecked him on the cheek.

'Good Morning Emmysticks!' He said in acknowledgement before turning back to his phone.

Edmun Melendez was a slightly shorter than average man with clean-cut, jet-black hair, chocolate brown eyes, my eyes, a well-defined nose, and a smiling mouth, who was around his forties. He is a good-natured man who works best by himself. I got that last trait from him.

I, then, turned to my mom and pecked her on the cheek also before greeting her with a 'Morning Momzay!'

'Morning!' she replied, 'took you long enough to finally wake up...' she added, muttering.

'What can I say? It's quite hard to wake up early when you're on vacation mode.' I countered. She just gave me a deadpan look.

Amy Melendez was a kind-faced woman who looked very much like me. Heck, we could even pass as sisters! It's kinda like I'm Conan and she's Shinichi. Or maybe the better comparison would I'm Kaito and she's Shinichi. Cool, huh? That's why one of my nicknames is Little Amy. The only difference would be the eyes and hair length. Her eyes was a darker shade, and almond-shaped. Her hair reached up to the lower part of her scapula.

I sat down on the dining table and helped myself to the food that was already on it. There was only one plate on the table so I guess they already ate without me. I pouted inwardly at the thought. But I couldn't blame them. It was very late after all. I sighed as I greeted the new day I had ahead of me.

~~~~~ (P_^) ~~~~~

I'm bored. Reeaally bored. Its midday and there's nothing to do this summer. And add to that, here in the tropics, it's very hot in the summer. And when I say hot, I meant HOT. Also, my Mom told me that this day was to be spent cleaning the whole house. 'No buts!' she had said.

I leaned on the mop I was using to get a slight break.

Geeze, I wish I could do something productive this summer. Something... exciting.

Little did I know that something "exciting" is about to happen to me. I looked at the mop and gave it a little smirk. It reminded me of Aoko on the first episode of Magic Kaito. I always wished that I had a classmate like him. Minus the pranks. I like the way my hair is as it is thank you very much.

~~~~~ (P_^) ~~~~~

After taking a very refreshing bath, I put on some new clothes and dropped dead exhausted on my comfy bed. I was very tired from doing all that cleaning earlier. Not to mention, I feel a little drowsy from sneezing too much after removing the fine layer of dust already starting to accumulate on the furniture with the feather duster...

After giving me an anti-allergy pill, my mother scolded me for not wearing a mask of handkerchief over my nose and told me to do so and then continue cleaning. I pouted and complained 'But I can't breathe properly with the mask on the way.' She just rolled her eyes and repeated the command. 'This is child abuse!' I whined jokingly but did as she told anyway, still sneezing.

I already kissed Mom and Dad good night anyway. So I decided to just go to sleep without dilly-dallying...

~~~~~ (P_^) ~~~~~

I was running away. From what? I've got no idea. Why? Same answer. I just knew that I had to. I'm really tired but I can't stop. Not yet. At least that's what the little voice inside my head said. Run! Run! Run! it kept saying. I just noticed that it was raining. Very hard I might add. I turned left and saw a house that looked quite familiar. From where, I didn't know. But the voice told me that it was my destination, so I followed it. I rang the doorbell and tried to catch my breath. But my vision was getting foggier and foggier... Are? Why is the ground closer to my face than it was seconds ago...? Finally, the gate opened to reveal an old, balding man with round glasses, bulbed nose, and a white moustache, who was wearing a lab coat and had an umbrella with him. I was now lying on the pavement, gasping for air with slight difficulty because of the rain. He quickly knelt beside me and asked me something I couldn't understand. I grabbed his sleeve and whispered into his ear "Ta-tasuketekudasai..." And then I fainted.

Me: Phew! Finally done!

Conan: Yes! After weeks and weeks of writing! *cough*doingnothing*cough*

Me: ¬¬ I saw through that.

Conan: So?

Me: So, it means you're DEAD! *chases*

Conan: *knocks me out with his tranquilizer gun*

Me: Come on. We're in my head, baka. Or... rather, in a Microsoft Word Processor. Point is, you can't hurt or knock me out.

Conan: *gulps* Okay! I'm sorry! It won't happen again!

Me: ...You're lucky you're too cute at the moment... Never mind... Let's just get back to the story... Will you be the translator?

Conan: Whatever you say... Okay readers! For those of you who do not know, -sensei is an honorific usually used on professionals like teachers, lawyers, and authors. Are? is just an expression you use when confused, like Huh? or whatever. Tasuketekudasai means Please help me. Baka means Idiot or Fool. Take your pick.

Me: Thank you Conan-kun. I'll take it from here. I am really sorry for the shortness people. It's just a prologue anyway. *grumbles* And here I thought my chapters would be one of the long ones... *raises right hand* I solemnly swear that I will do my best to make the chapters longer. Also, if you don't understand it much, things will (hopefully) make more sense in the second chapter.

On a different topic, I'm just curious, how would you guys like me to reply to you reviews? By PM? Or by special mention on the story itself? If you wanna answer, please either leave it on a review or vote on the poll I made on my profile.

I guess that's it.

Conan and I: Thank you for reading, and please review!*bow*

*curtain closes*

(Date Posted: May 11, 2012)