Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan or Magic Kaitou or any of the characters. All of them belong to Goshou Aoyama. I do, however, own the OCs and plotlines used in this fic.
Notes: This one-shot is written in both first person and third person point of view. This chapter is in third person. Chapter 2 will be the same story, just written directly in Shinichi's point of view.
Shinichi stared out the window with wide, tear-filled blue eyes as various sized boxes were hauled out of the house right next to his own. Every single box was loaded into a large moving van at the edge of the sidewalk, and with every new box that disappeared inside that giant metal monster, another string that connected him to the person who lived inside that house was mercilessly cut. He had been watching the steady stream of outgoing boxes nonstop for over an hour, but when he saw a certain box loaded into the truck, Shinichi had to look away.
From the outside, there was nothing special about that box. It was made out of cardboard, taped with light brown packing tape, and the words on it written with a black permanent marker, like every other box. However, those words, the ones that said Kaito's Tent, disappearing so easily into the monster had cut the thickest, tightest string thus far, and after that, Shinichi just couldn't watch anymore. He knew the strings that held him to Kaito were still being cut; he could feel it. He just couldn't watch it.
Instead, his gaze traveled to a group of five people who stood on the lawn of the house that was slowly being emptied. Four of them were adults. Two were his parents, and two were Kaito's. The last person was child, with messy black hair and bright blue eyes. The child that looked almost exactly like Shinichi. The child that could have been his twin, except Shinichi and Kaito weren't blood related. They were the best of friends. Being born only a few months apart and living so close to each other, they had grown up together and spent the last six years doing everything together. But now, all of that was coming to an end.
Shinichi kept watching them, wondering what they were talking about with smiles on their faces. How could they smile when Kaito's family was moving to a new city that was so far away? How could this possibly be a good thing when the person he cared about most was going to be gone? His parents had assured him it wouldn't be so bad. Kaito's new home was only 45 minutes away. Shinichi could still see him a lot, just not every day. Shinichi and Kaito would still be best friends, but Shinichi didn't believe them. Everything was going to change, and he had a horrible feeling that Kaito would soon be out of his reach forever.
At that thought, Shinichi raced out of his house with tears now streaming down his cheeks like the boxes streamed out of Kaito's house. He ran toward Kaito and wrapped his arms around the other boy as tight as he possibly could. Kaito's eyes widened a bit and blinked a few times, but then, they softened. He returned the hug and murmured comforting, words to Shinichi. Their parents looked at them and exchanged smiles, as though they understood some great secret.
Then, they all heard a loud bang. The giant metal monster was shut, and soon, it was being pulled away. Kaito patted Shinichi's head one last time, and let go, whispering, "I'll see you soon." He climbed in the car with his parents, and the door that shut behind him was the worst thing Shinichi had ever heard. The car drove away, taking Kaito to some unknown place, and Shinichi watched, an anguished cry tearing from his throat, as the final string was cut, more painful than all the others combined.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this. I am planning a sequel. I do not know if it is going to be a single one-shot, a series of one-shots, or a chaptered story. I think that's it, except for the usual.
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