The floor felt cold as his back slowly started to trembler…
Warnings: This is my first fic ever, so please try to read the complete story without sleeping on the middle of it. Reviews are always welcomed.
Disclaimer: I do not own Detective conan, I don't want to I prefer to be surprised than being the responsible for maintaining too many expectation around the globe, though I'd really like being able to suggest time to time some ideas to mister Gosho Aoyama.
Realization
The floor felt cold as his back slowly started to tremble…
So this was it, no sound of triumph nor the final smile of her face greeting him, there was no glory in the moment, he was alone, totally alone, like many of those unknown faces that you see past by you. But he had expected in his childish mind that for him things would go differently. He had been so full of himself, "the great Shinichi Kudo, one of the most talented boys you could ever find", "the keen Edogawa Conan, just a brilliant boy", those were the kind of thoughts that he always nourished, and in a way he always felt special, but not anymore.
The realization came to his mind within the last minutes of his life, he was nothing more than a 17 year old teen, with no real experience in the matters of the real world, his so called "love" was nothing more than a girl that hadn't lived yet, who just had a mere crush on him, but due to his age she had dramatically center him as is soul mate, but in a couple of years he would only be a good memory of a nice guy that she knew.
Still, he said to himself, I've come to know a great deal of people, such as Megure Keibu, Takagi and Sato, the detective boys….but no, that wasn't enough, all of them knew only the surface of him, some of them had only known the great detective of the east and the others, the others…they had the illusion of the smart boy, but non of them had known him as a whole, only that fake and so hated identity.
After all he was alone, his parents were away, they always were, coping with their frivolous obligations. When he got shot they didn't even came to visit him, of course that excuses were presented at the time, but he was really sick then, any other parent would have crossed an ocean just to comfort their son. Luckily he got better (he even went back to his old self for a moment) and there was nothing to grieve, but what if it wouldn't? He could have died and they could've continued in the States, signing autographs to his fans.
The worst of all wasn't the fact of him dying in that place, the worst was that he could never achieve his ultimate gold, he could never return to his body, to being Kudo Shinichi, and neither could bring down the Black Organization. His current state didn't due to a magnificent persecution against Gin or Vermouth, there were no FBI agents involved, there were no obscure syndicates in the run now, he was just chasing an ordinary criminal when it happened, the dark figure take out a gun and just shot at him, like any other case you can read on the newspaper, the streets were so dangerous nowadays, that even him had been a victim of the uprising violence in society. "Well, there's still Ai to bring them down, though she had never been so enthusiastic like I am in that matter", and with a grin, for a moment he pictured her as the head of the little team of detective boys, "No, that could never happen, heaven would fall before that", she most probably continue her life alone, on the run, without him there was no point in staying in Japan, after all, he was the one that had always kept her there, giving her excuses to face the syndicate instead of hiding.
The chills on his body started to grew and his mind started to blur, the pain that he was experiencing was abnormally absurd, but then again, he could swear that it was about to finish, all he could do now was wait in the dark, he had tried to call for help but he couldn't remember any more, did he actually dial a number?, everything was in a veil now, the life within him was escaping so suddenly, he tried to gasp for air, but he could only smell the dust of concrete in that narrow alley. The fear and desperation started to overtake him, dying was much more romantic in the movies, the hero never felt pain or fear because they died for a greater cause, but no, this was the real life, no big martyrs anymore. And with that idea on his mind he sank into the shades.
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A.N.: Well this is my first fic, I know that is not a very good story, but I had to start with something, ne? Well if anyone had the guts to finish it, and didn't gave up after the first three lines, please review, I don't care if it's a bad one, but that way I'll know that at least someone read it.
And I'm sorry for my spelling, because this is the first time I write something in this language. Bye!!
Please review, please, please??