Date: 08.10.15
Hi there! This will be a series of KaiShin/ShinKai stories with the same plot: how they meet and get lovers.
So, hope you'll have fun! If you have questions, feel free to ask!
Furthermore, I am german, sorry for mistakes in my texts!
R&R, please!
I don't owm DC or MK through all tat stories.
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Summary: Shinichi got his Body back for nearly a half year. He will go t university, but everything seems pointless since... since Shihos death. He swore to protect her and couldn't. Now his world lost its colour, not even Ran in srong enough to heal his mental scars that were caused by the BO. But then he sees those indigo eyes, and the colours come back...
Generes: Romance, perhaps little angst?
Pulling out of the darkness
Shinichi stood in front of the full-body mirror, checking his appearance a last time.
He wore a pitch black suit combined with a deep blue pressed shirt and for the finishing touch a black patterned tie with a silver needle. He tightened the knot at his throat again as two arms circled around his waist, a high pitched squeal directly next to his ear let him flinch. "Mom."
"Oh, Shin-chan! You look so gorgeous! Totally like your Dad! Oh, I can't believe my dear baby-boy is now in university!", she giggled, tightening her bone-crushing hug even more.
"Mom..."
"And you were even the best one in the entrance exams! Of the best university in Tokio! Shin-chan, I am so proud!"
That's right. I had perfect score in all my exams... but still...
"Not the best. One of the best."
There was this other guy, hitting a perfect score as well.
Some weeks ago, he got the letter of the university that he was accepted into it. And thus he had the perfect score, it was his duty to hold the entrance speech for the other new years. But they also mentioned that there was someone else, someone who had all points in every exam as well. He'll hold a speech, too.
I wonder how that person is like...
Finally, his mother let him go and he put his clothes in the right order again, successfully caressing the little twinkles out of his button down that the woman caused. He also put his open jacket in place again, then they left the house.
They drove to the university, him, his mother, his father.
After Yukiko hugged him again, nearly breaking into tears as they separated so he could go to his reserved seat in the front row, she was pulled away by his father, Yusaku, who only patted him on his shoulder and nodded.
He hates that.
It's only a speech! For his university! So why the hell are his parents, no, his mother so excited? Yeah, he got a perfect score. Yeah, he was glad about it. But he'd expected that, even after the two years he missed, stuck as Conan. He easily caught on to the stuff that he missed. Ran began to sent him their school material every month or two.
Ran...
It's now nearly a half year since he returned. He did never tell her what happened, trough. Never that he was Conan. But Ran is smart, more that everyone ever will know. Shinichi is sure she knows. But she didn't say a thing, he can only see it in her eyes whenever she looks at him. She sees Conan. Not him. She sees that little boy, her little beloved brother in heart whom Shinichi began to hate so much.
They are still friends, very close friends. Nothing more, except perhaps siblings. More isn't possible any more. In the years he was 'away', she created an ideal picture of him in her head, a perfect prince with a pure white heart and no lies that stand between them. But he is nothing of that. He isn't a prince, his heart isn't pure. More the opposite, in fact. The lies and the hiding did something with him, something that can't be reversed. He now isn't that positively thinking arrogant high school detective any more. No, he changed. The black organisation was brought down with the help of the CIA, the FBI, the secret Police of Japan, the Tokio Police, some specialists, Hattori and KID.
He changed. He planned mercyless actions against the men in black, explaining brutal strategies to the acting officers, destroying the order bloody, suddenly and cold.
Even Vermouth, who helped them, looked at him with worried eyes as she heard his plan. Not because she thought it was bad, not at all, but because she was concerned what did that to him, she explained. 'What let you become ice, my beloved Silver Bullet?'
It was Sherry. No, Ai Haibara.
No.
Miyano Shiho.
Two days after she created the final cure and he took it, becoming Shinichi again, Gin found her and killed her. Shinichi tried to save her, of course. They were in the professors house, he just woke up from the cure.
He tried to get to her, but he was to weak. All his muscles build back at the final change, he couldn't even walk.
He heard the shot, crawled out of the bed.
He fell down the stairs, trying to get to the still shrunken little scientist.
He arrived, panting, sweating, crawling towards the body of his little friend.
No sign of Gin.
He tried, but it was to late.
Red blossomed around her, colouring the white carpet to create the picture of a deep red flower around her small body.
She laid there, her hand on the wound in her chest, her white skin more pale than normal, big black circles under her eyes.
She coughed, blood colouring her lips deep crimson, and she smiled.
'Get them, Shinichi. Get them, destroy them, wipe them out. Every last one. I'll trust you with this quest alone now, I am sorry, Shinichi. I am sorry.'
'N-No! Don't be! Shiho...'
She smiled. 'Good bye, Shinichi Kudou. And don't worry about me. I'll see my sister again... Don't forget me.'
'No! Shiho! No, please...'
'Bye, great... detective...'
And her head fell to the side, her eyes closed, hiding their emptiness and the lost of their jokingly sadistic, mocking glance.
She died.
Cold forever.
Shinichi shook his head, trying to get rid of those dark memories. He felt guilty. So guilty...
After her funeral (more tears and people than she'd probably ever expected) Shinichi went out of the country to America. There, he met with his parents. He locked the pain inside of his heart and began to train his body to get his control back.
He trained two months straight, morning till dawn, often even at the night to escape his dreams, the nightmares. He learned different fighting techniques but his main training was Parcour.
It trained his whole body.
As he came back, he took down the organisation, destroyed them, wiped them from the world.
Then he came back to school and graduated.
And now he is here, sitting in the first row of the main hall, hearing his name being called.
He stood up, trying to ignore the whispers that flew through the air.
'Kudou? Shinichi Kudou?'
'The detective?'
'Didn't he brought that gigantic syndicate down?'
'Yeah, right! Wow, he's so-'
Finally, finally he arrived at the podium, and he began to speak.
Loud and clearly. Cold and emotionless.
No fake emotions, he promised, ever again. To Ran. To Himself.
He didn't need any cards to hold his speech, he remembered all of it.
And finally he could exit the stage. Applause filled the large room, but he just went back to his seat, like he was in trance.
Why is he doing this?
Studying was a dream of 'old Shinichi'.
He just wanted to close his eyes.
Just having a rest of death and murder.
He had enough of crimes and violence.
Enough of pretending and lying.
The crowd applauded again, welcoming the other student on the stage that had a full score.
Again, whispers filled the air.
'Oh god, what is he wearing?'
'How can you come here, dressed so informal and inappropriate?'
'He's the other guy with the perfect score?'
'He's hot...'
'He kinda looks like him, doesn't he?'
'Yeah...'
God, Shinichi hates that gossiping.
He really hated it.
He hated how everything turned out, how how couldn't protect everyone, how his world turned grey and not even Ran was capable of enlighten it again, not able to bring the colours back.
Everything changed.
No.
He changed.
The world was still the same.
He lost his good friend, the person he had sworn to protect since she searched for him to ask for his help.
He lost Ran, they both moved on.
He just lived, hour for hour, day for day, week for week.
All the time the same.
Waking up. Murder. Going to sleep.
His world lost its colour, the organisation destroyed him. Emotionally, he was a wrack.
The other one began to speak.
Shinichi froze.
That voice.
He looked up, eyes focusing on the student that stood on the stage.
He wore bright blue tight jeans with holes, hugging his legs, and open black military boots that were stylishly arranged. His upper body was dressed in a black button down shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbow to reveal his muscular arms. Three buttons were open at the collar, revealing his pale white skin. A part of his mind agreed to one of the whispers from before. He kind of is dressed inappropriate. But it looks... good on him. What am I thinking?
Shinichis gaze wandered more up, just to be caught in vibrant indigo eyes.
Deep, blue-violett eyes that locked with his own.
Portals to another universe that met his own eyes.
Actually meeting them, seeing him.
Not the detective.
Not the façade.
Him.
The intense stare of the other literally pierced into his very soul.
The indigo was the first colour. The first colour that he actually saw since all of that crap happened. And it was so very beautiful.
The eyes are owned by a pale face with smooth, perfect futures and high cheekbones, all of it surrounded by messy dark brown hair.
All the time he spoke, they stared at each other, caught in their own small world. Then, the applause pulled Shinichi forceful out of his trance. He blinked. The other one flashed him a bright smile, but oh, it was so gentle and understanding. And it made his heart beating just a little faster.
Who is that? Who is the man with these so familiar blue eyes?
He stood up with all the other students as he left the stage, trying not to loose him in the crowd, but no chance. He lost him in mere seconds.
He returned to his parents, letting them talk, his gaze scanning the crowd all the time, hoping to catch a glance at those capturing eyes again.
His parents began to chat with other people, finally leaving him alone.
He got himself something to drink and just stood there, leaned against a tree, observing the crowd of new students and parents.
Arms circled his waist in a new but still so familiar way.
The annoyed 'Mom' was already on his tongue, as he heard a low comfortable voice whispering right next to his ear.
"What's wrong, Tantei-kun?"
He shuddered at the feeling of the warm breath at his ear.
"KID...", he mouthed, his tense muscles relaxed and he let himself lean into KIDs embrace, pressing his back to his toned chest.
He never really understood what let him feel so... save and secure in KIDs presence, but it was welcome, especially now.
He didn't saw him all the time since the take down.
All this months.
After a long silence, he asked: "Why are you here... KID?" and closed his eyes as he snuggled deeper into the thief's chest by instinct.
He felt it vibrate at the others deep chuckle. "Why, Meitantei. I am studying here, of course!"
The detective let that sink in. Then he just shrugged.
"You're not trying to arrest me, Meitantei?", the magician said in a mocking hurt voice.
"Nah... it's not illegal to study, is it? Besides..." He paused for a second. The thief just waited, letting his Tantei-kun think. "I... don't want to arrest you, you know? You... you're important to me. And you're the only one who knows all. Me. The take down. Conan. The prize I payed."
The thief hummed, closing his arms around Shinichis waist tighter.
"Glad to hear", he murmured. "Glad to hear..."
They stayed like that for a while, holding each other. They both lost things in their fight against the organisation.
"How is your fried?", Shinichi finally asked quietly, eyes still closed.
"She didn't wake up yet.", the thief whispered, barely to hear. "All the time. She just lies there... so unusual silent... so small in the bed..."
His grip around Shinichi tightened again at the memory of the messy haired girl that was kidnapped by the organisation and was now in a coma.
They fell silent again. But it was a comfortable silence. He buried his face in Shinichis hair.
"I miss her.", the thief finally whispered broken. He told Shinichi about her. About his once romantic feelings towards her that were impossible because of him being KID and the change of his feelings. She was now kind of like a sister for him, like him and Ran.
He understood the magician so completely.
He opened his eyes and turned around in the tight grip, carefully at first to check if it was okay for him seeing the others face.
He never saw is face before. And he surely wasn't wearing a mask in school.
The magician did nothing to stop the detective as he turned around to face him properly.
Finally, face to face.
Without glasses.
Without monocle.
Just face to face, nearly drowning in the others eyes.
So it was him, Shinichi thought, at the stage. The mysterious beautiful man with the indigo eyes. The eyes that understood me, that pieced into my soul.
I am glad it's him.
Shinichi finally pulled the thief in a deep hug. "I know.", he whispered.
He felt good in KIDs strong arms, complete somehow. Like their two broken souls, broken from the bad stuff that happened to both of them, fused to one.
He pulled away from the magician, but only a little bit, their faces still close.
They looked each other into the eyes again.
And then the magician bent forward, slowly, to give Shinichi time to back out.
But he didn't move, his bright blue eyes buried deep inside the indigo ones.
And they kissed, their lips first softly and carefully touching the others, hesitating.
Blue eyes fluttered shut and the detective pressed against his thief, smashing their lips together in a deep passionate kiss.
They were complete now.
They finally found their other half.
Together they could go through this.
Shinichis world got his colour back, and all of it started with these deep warm and understanding indigo eyes.
Perhaps how he changed couldn't be reversed. But perhaps it could be healed...
"Together?", he breathed against the thief's smiling lips as they parted.
"Together."
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