Matters of Life and Death
Inspired by the sudden takedown of Immortal (because fanfiction dot net says "no musical lyrics"), Shinigami Issues ("no musical lyrics" again) and we follow our own steps by Dandelion san, I have this! It does make me recall Second Chance, too...
WARNING: This is not a yaoi fic. Sorry. While I have a list of apologies going, I'd like to apologise I don't own this fic's characters.
Conan slowly opened his eyes to discover himself in darkness. A sharp pain throbbed in his chest, a reminder of the bullet he'd taken in the cave.
Wait, why was the floor so flat? Where was the Shonen Tanteidan? Where was he-
"You are here in the underworld because you have died from loss of blood," a voice introduced to him, menacing and soft. Confused as to the source of this familiar voice, the detective looked about and spotted an iron wrought lantern in the murky black. He could only make out a pointed chin and a hand that had distinctive markings formed by gun triggers.
"I am Shuichi Akai, your judge and jury. You are charged with staying on earth when you are in fact a shinigami, how do you plead?" The lantern swayed, but no wind was present in the world of darkness. Conan didn't know what to make of this sudden change in atmosphere, so he stayed silent. "I find you guilty as charged. I sentence you to an endless loop of life and death," Akai continued, moving the lantern up to his face as if he were telling a ghost story. The light golden glow of the lantern caught Akai's long dark hair, his black longcoat…and the eyes of a killer, shrouded in bags. "Sic transit gloria mundi. So passes the glorious world," the man finished as the detective's eyes rolled into the back of his head. He didn't comprehend anything this Akai person was saying.
Edogawa Conan, a shinigami?
Nah.
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When he next rose, it was midday and the sun shone into his eyes through the hospital window. (He had no clue as to how he'd gotten to hospital when he was last awake in the cave, but the reason he was there was definitely the bullet. A dull twang of pain affirmed that.) After slipping on his glasses, a dark shadow fell on his bed and helpfully obscured the sun's glare. What was not helpful was the fact Shuichi Akai had been the one to cast this shadow. Like in the underworld, Akai was in a longcoat, but the pitch black had obscured his black knit cap...another somewhat familiar item. Where had he seen Akai before?
Akai's face was poker face blank but Conan could tell from the silence (which could only be described as 'dead' if Akai wasn't so serious) that now wasn't the time for answering that question.
"I am here to watch over you, shinigami," the harsh tone of the mysterious man rang out before Akai disappeared in a puff of smoke. The bespectacled boy followed the lingering traces of said smoke to discover he'd reappeared outside as a crow.
In other words, Akai seemed to be wishing him to his grave.
I forgot to mention some of Akai's speech in this chapter is from a movie called The Tracker but the exact quotes are heavily altered.
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