He had blood on his hands.
His perfectly white suit was now the colour of blood.
It was covered in his blood.
The smell of the iron he could smell.
It was blood and he was covered in it.
His gloves were no longer white but red.
He was red handed and not in a good way.
The taste of blood was in his mouth.
The blood was on his lips, making him taste it.
The smell was more terrifying than seeing the blood itself.
He sat there in the pool of blood.
But the blood did not belong to him.
It belonged to his rival.
His competition.
His enemy.
His friend.
His equal.
The only one that could defeat him.
And he was dead.
He was his favourite Critic.
He was Tantei-Kun
He was Meitantei.
He was Edowaga Conan.
He was Kudo Shinichi.
And he was the love of his life.
He was shot and killed by his enemy.
He died protecting him.
He died a hero.
And he died in the body of a child.
RING
He snapped out of his delusional and picked up the phone.
" Kudo I have the cure " said a female voice.
He could not help but cry.
" Kudo ? " said a panicked female voice.
And he hung up the phone.
" KID YOU ARE UNDER ARREST..." SCREAMED NAKAMORI.
But as he turned the corner he and the task force froze in shock and pain.
As they saw two dead bodies in front of them.
And he recognized one of them it was the KID-Killer, it was Edowaga Conan.
And started to cry and they all did.
As they watched the thief cry and hug the dead body of the small boy.
They had never seen Kaitou Kid like this and he wished they never had.
The thief was covered in blood belong to the boy as he was clutching on to him like he was a teddy bear, refusing to let go.
" KID " said Nakamori gently putting his hand on the thief`s shoulder trying to comfort him.
" You need to let him go "
Kaitou Kid ignored him, like he had barely heard a word he had said. But he just held the dead boy closer to his chest and cried refusing to let go.
" NO, I will not let him go " Is all he would say.
" I am sorry KID but he is dead " said Nakamori.
He held him in his arms cradling him and gave him one more look before he let him go and passed him into the arms of Nakamori.
They asked him questions but he refused to answer.
There was no point.
It was over.
Shin-Chan was dead and he had no reason to live.
The Organisation was taken down, they both did it together as a team and as friends.
There was just one more member left and that was Snake.
The man who killed his father and the man that just killed the man he had loved.
He died protecting him and saving his life.
And with that he had nothing else to lose.
So, pulled the trigger and killed Snake with his own gun.
He saw it as poetic and justice.
He did not regret his actions for what he had done.
Shin-Chan was dead so whatever he thought did not matter anymore.
He was covered in the blood of both.
He was stained in blood and there was barely any white to see.
He jumped off the roof with his glider intact.
He was now going to break his rule.
He was now going after justice and he would kill.
He was no longer Kaitou Kid.
But he was The Blood Phantom.
His one regret he did not get to tell Shinichi that he loved him.
MY DARKEST STORY YET