Window Pane
By Yohko-Sakura
Summary: How far can you wait for someone who doesn't come? Ran on a rainy nighttime contemplation about fieldtrips, sweaters and a certain childhood friend who hates coming on time. Not mushy (I hope!)
Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan and the characters used in this fic.
The first time you'd been late was on a time immemorial, a memory buried along with the other files in my head holding still the umpteenth record of the same behavior you've been practicing in all those years of our long established friendship. But the time may be forgotten and the data blurred, I know that back then I already have a nagging feeling that it would be a repeated scenario in my life. And my instincts even then, was recognized hardly fallible.
It was something I often smile about, the almost definite pattern—ritual—we follow; I wait, you come, apologize, amnesia on my side, cycle repeated. But at times like this, when I sit, look outside at the falling rain and consider, it makes me glower and wish that it wasn't like that at all. For then you wouldn't have to be late every time we have to go to our fieldtrips or then when we're going on a group project or just hanging out. And then, more importantly, you wouldn't have to keep me hanging for so long, waiting for you to keep your words. For I know you always do…only almost always belatedly.
By far, this is the longest 'belated' I have ever been put through and God knows I am on the verge of snapping out. Oh, I know I have been snapping in and out and in between but you know what I'm talking about right? Of course you do. It's not as hard to make out as those codes and clues you decipher while I wait or—at times—come after you. I just hope you'll get it in time before I grow tired making Valentine Chocolates, New Year Gifts and Birthday Cards. But then again, I have a feeling that I won't. But of course, I wouldn't tell you that.
"Ran-neechan?" .
"Hmmm…?"
"There's blood on your finger"
"Oh. I didn't notice that."
Silence.
"Are you thinking about Shinichi-niichan?"
"Of course not!"
A curious glance. "Is that hankie for him?"
"It's a sweater Conan-kun."
"Aha…ha…I know that. I'm just joking. "
Ref opening. Gulping from a container.
"I…"
A puzzled look.
"…I don't think he'll make it tomorrow...but I just want to make sure…that I'm ready if ever he'll show up."
Moments.
Small steps going away.
Creaking of a door. Stopping.
"Ran-neechan?"
"…?"
"Even if he doesn't come, I know he'll be thinking of you the whole day." A mutter. "Like he always had."
"I— "
Closing of door.
Yes, I know I wouldn't get tired of making them over and over again. But at times like this, when I sit, look outside at the falling rain and consider, I realize that I won't be losing my faith with you too soon too. As I have said, you always keep your words…no matter how belatedly-belated they—you— get…and that's what keeping me on the go all this time.
…I just hope that where ever you are, you'll keep your list refreshed and handy. You'll never know when I'll catch you and make you pay all the debts you have created all these years—including this dmn sweatshirt I've ruined mulling over you.
-fin-
Work Time: 1 hr 53 mins.
A/N: Not my first work but the first I decided to publish after the revamp out of sheer fear from my rampaging muse after watching the 8th movie of DC. Like it? Don't like it? Please feel free to voice out your opinions….I don't bite (maybe…). 3
Oh, and this is dedicated to Marikit Pedojan who'd celebrated the day of her birth this month. Kudos girl! 3