Shinichi stood, white cape flapping around his legs as he looked out over the city, he shivered.

'Damn it Shinichi, calm down! You've been through this a hundred times with the police, it's all going to go according to plan! If you pull this off right then no one is going to shoot at Kid when he's on his heists again.'

He thought, desperately trying to calm the furious pounding of his heart as it hammered against his ribcage in fear and anticipation.

He had teamed up with the police in order to catch the ones that had been shooting at Kid on his heists.

They had formed a plan, a plan which had taken quite some work to get the police to actually agree to, certainly, but a plan all the same.

It was that that caused him to be stood on the roof of this building right now, dressed in the full Kid regalia, waiting for the first shot to cut through the silence of the night.

And that right there was the one part of his plan that the police didn't know.

He knew the chances of getting out of here alive were slim, and he knew that the chances of getting out of here unharmed were next to nothing.

He also happened to know that in Kid's most recent heists, the sniper had stopped fooling around, and started aiming to kill.

He wasn't an idiot, without the cat-like reflexes of the real Kid there was no point in even trying to dodge the bullets that would no doubt be fired that night.

Thats right, the great detective Kudo Shinichi planned to die there that night, he planned to die to save the life of an thief, and no one knew.

So no one could stop him.

A shot rang out, causing the police that had been hiding in the shadows to come swarming out, their plotting and planning put to use as they went to detain the criminal.

But they weren't fast enough, for before even a single policeman had put a single hand on the sniper, five more shots had rung out, whistling through the air before embedding themselves in the chest of one Kudo Shinichi, and, if you had looked, you would have seen a heartbreakingly sad smile on his face, even as the red stain on the once-pristine white over his chest almost tripled in size and his eyes took on the glassy sheen of one losing their life.

The last thing that Kudo Shinichi heard before he died was the frantic voices around him, both of those detaining the sniper and those that were calling out his name in a futile attempt to keep him in the land of the living.

He smiled fractionally wider as his eyes slipped shut for the very last time.

And thus, Kudo Shinichi died, and he could only pray that they found the piece of paper on which he had written his last message.


Hi guys! Yet another fic from me! This is the first angsty fic that I have ever written and I say it has turned out alot better than I expected. This is NOT a oneshot and chapter two should be up soon. Have a great day and hope you enjoyed!

NekoEddo