Title: Uncertainties
Type: Oneshot/Drabble – Complete
Prompt: To which the great metantei have uncertainties.
Genre: General and maybe Friendship? Or something else? I never knew.
Characters: Conan E. / Ai Haibara
Actual Word Count: 380

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Disclaimer: If you know Gosho Aoyama then, don't sue me.

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Note: If it's OOC then, there's nothing I can do.

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Uncertainties

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"I'm sorry, Kudo-kun."

This sight in front of me… is something I never expect to happen.

You…

"Haibara…"

…and that voice…

"I'm afraid…"

…such full of uncertainties…

This is the least thing I expect from a person like you. Especially that day.

That day when you turned, looking down at me, with such a demanding stature… and yet so unsure.

That day… when I say that there's a possibility that there's no more cure for the poison I made…

I look at you, why do you look so small? We almost have the same height yet, you look so small.

"I'm afraid that she'll forget me if I didn't return back to my old self soon." You confessed to me, your gaze avoiding my own.

I didn't speak, waiting for you to continue.

"It's just…"

Your voice so small… so small. For such a strong personality of yours, such a small, sad voice. Such uncertainty.

"Well…" My voice came out, feeling guilt and pity for you, "If your girlfriend really loves you, then she'll never forget you."

You looked at me then. Really looked at me. Like you were trying to understand what I said. And I looked back, not trying to understand words, but instead I tried to understand you. How you could possibly have these uncertainties.

You are always the optimistic one.

You are always the strong one.

I'm just being honest to you, yet I never expect that this will be your response.

I thought you will think positively and say to me that I should never give up.

But you didn't.

That day, I know that you and me are just the same.

Also, that day, I think a small part of me loved you more. Not the kind of love your girlfriend had, but an understanding kind of love. Maybe I don't need a lover's love. Maybe this kind of love - understanding people - that kind of love? Maybe that's enough.

You're still afraid. My words had no effect on you. I'm not one to talk about relationships - my own pattern has broken - but maybe I got to you that day. Even if I didn't, you got to me.

You got to me in a way I never knew a person could.