Intro: 40 Memories, 40 Moments lovingly spent with You
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40 moments frozen in time- Ran and Shinichi childhood past
It was winter, and the ground was blanketed with a thick cover of snow. If the earth had been a bed, and the snow a duvet, then the room in which the bed stood would have belonged to a small child. The snow was littered with detritus, the way the bed would be littered with clothes and toys. The snow, once so pure and white, had become stained and filthy, carelessly rumpled up and abandoned.
Mingled with the falling snow was ash, floating down as softly as the snowflakes.
Police and ambulance sirens could be heard in the distance, slicing harshly through the crisp morning air. The inhabitants of this particular district should have been subject to a serene and peaceful afternoon, however, the long, drawn-out tension between the police and the Black Organization had had other plans.
Today, that fine line holding back the two sides had finally snapped, and an all-out warfare had erupted at the very centre of Tokyo City.
'Chief, how are we holding?' Detective Mouri appeared beside the Chief of Police, his forehead wrinkled with concern.
'Not too well. We have sixteen police wounded and another two squads just walked straight into the blast of that last explosion. That makes eight more officers down indefinitely. No to mention so many dead that we've lost count...' the Chief muttered to himself.
The Chief turned away from the renowned detective to greet a man who was running towards them.
'Chief! We have the FBI on its way with reinforcements!'
'Good. Give me the details.'
'Ten squads and four hit teams are on their way now Chief! The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department are also sending in two SWAT teams. They should be here in less than ten minutes!'
'Good, good.' The Chief of Police batted his hand at the officer, dismissing him.
Mouri watched the scene around him with a grim face. The Black Organization had just launched a battalion of hand grenades at the advancing police squads, blasting them to oblivion. Mouri had no doubt that they would have thrown a bomb at the police assembly, had they not also been in the perimeter of the bomb's blast.
Around him, it was utter chaos as police officers ran out of the building, some bleeding, others carrying fallen comrades. The ambulance wards were faced with more injuries than they could deal with and had had to send for reinforcements.
Gun shots sounded distantly, cutting through the air and bringing a wave of impending death over the gathered body of police. All around them lay dead bodies, strewn over the slush of the snow, which had been melted by being trampled on and by the heat of the explosions.
All the while, the Black Organization's headquarters remained as unyielding as ever, mocking them, taunting them.
'Dad!'
Detective Mouri turned in surprise at the sound of his daughter's voice. What was she doing here? She could get herself killed!
'Ran!' he said angrily, his fear and disbelief evident on his face. 'You shouldn't be here!'
'But-' Ran was huffing, whether from shortness of breath or hysteria Mouri couldn't tell. 'I can't find Conan!'
Ran's hair was disheveled, and her eyes were uncharacteristically wide as she faced her father, desperation clear on her face.
'What's happening? I heard an explosion just then-'
She stopped abruptly, her eyes scanning the area as if she was seeing the destruction that had taken place for the first time. Her head jerked up to meet her father's eyes.
'What if Conan's in there?! He might have wandered off!' Her eyes flicked frantically over her father's angry face.
'Ran,' Mouri said speaking slowly so as to not agitate Ran any further. 'I want you to go home, okay? I don't want you to be here. It's too dangerous.'
Mouri clasped his daughter firmly by the shoulders, staring intently into her anxious eyes.
'Now tell me where you last saw Conan.'
Conan lay in the snow, a small figure in an endless sea of white speckled with grey. His breath came out in ragged puffs as he struggled to breathe.
His eyes were shut.
Inside his head, his thoughts were in turmoil.
It wasn't supposed to end this way!
The snow was stained crimson where he lay, the red making a startling contrast to the white ground. Conan coughed. It was a hacking sound that rang gratingly, it hurt his ears. Blood bubbled on his lips and he choked, rewarded with another bout of coughing.
It should have been him coming out victorious!
He had been so confident of this fact.
Before, back when he was with Ran, with Doctor Agasa, with Haibara and the Detective Boys, whenever he had pictured this day, he had always imagined that he would defeat the Black Organization. Haibara would find the solution to the antidote and he would return to his normal self.
That was how it should have been.
Not like this.
He felt something warm trickle out of his ear. Painfully, ever so slowly, he reached up and touched it. His hand came away sticky with his blood. He felt the blood dripping out of his ear and onto the ground. Every second was agony.
He felt himself losing consciousness. No! Conan shook his head wildly, forbidding himself to slip into that state of oh-so-welcoming numbness.
If he went there now, he might never come back.
Conan moaned as a stabbing pain entered his head; a result of his head injuries protesting to the sudden movement. He jerked violently. His head felt as if it was being pried open with a knife; the blade slipping between his eyes and cutting neatly through his skull, slicing through his brain and all of his thoughts, scraping over his eyes and spine and down into his throat.
Conan screamed, in agony and in anguish at his predicament. It should not have been this way!
He had fantasized of growing up; of confessing his love to Ran; of marrying her, the girl of his dreams and starting a family.
He had dreamed of becoming a great detective, of being renowned for his skills over all of Japan, over all of the world!
His dreams now lay broken beside him, shattered before his eyes by that one shot, the shot fired by his greatest nemesis.
Gin.
Ran froze in her father's arms. Mouri; sensing her sudden movement; looked at her, alarmed.
'What is it?'
Ran's eyes trailed over the snow, searching. 'I thought I heard something. It sounded like an animal, dying.' Her eyes widened. 'Maybe it was Conan! He might be in danger!'
'Ran!' Mouri shook his daughter by the shoulders, locking her gaze with his. 'You're overreacting.'
He sighed, shaking his head impatiently. 'Look,' he said, speaking quickly. 'I want you to go back to the ambulance okay? I'll find Conan.'
Ran eyes slid slowly up his face, stopping as she looked up into his eyes.
'Promise?' she pleaded, staring intently into her father's face.
'I promise. Now go!'
Conan closed his eyes.
He was dying.
He could feel his life being drained away, little by little, as his blood trickled out onto the pure white snow.
He had lost so much blood. He could feel it, soaking through his clothes and hair.
Memories flashed before his eyes to a time when all had been good and well. When it had been just him and Ran, content in each others' company.
They had been free to dream; in their own private world that only their childish selves could truly understand.
If only to go back to that time.
Free and happy, if only-
To be young again.
Ran.
AN: So, what do you think? This will be 40 different stories, each speaking about a memory Shinichi has as he lies there dying. This I chose to do this because it doesn't seen to have been done before? Well, maybe it has but I can't find any yet. Please leave a comment, and any suggestions for future chapters! Thanks.
Btw, I know Shinichi would kill me right now if he knew that I wrote this. Don't tell him -wink wink-