Title: Too Late For I Love You.
Fandom: Detective Conan (Case Closed)
Characters: Shinichi, Ran
Prompt: 030. Death
Warnings: Character Death/b
Word Count: 934
Rating: PG-13 for the above warning and language.
Summary: He did not just go through almost a year of hell of being Conan for nothing. He did not almost die trying to get the antidote from a Black Org scientist just for this.
Author's Notes: Ok so I totally had to take the fanfic100 challenge at Live Journal. And of course I had to do Detective Conan! I mean what a wonderful fandom to have fun writing 100 stories!
So my first time writing and posting in this series, and of course it's a sad story. I swear the next one will be happier!
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It was unfair! Life was unfair! Fate must be laughing her ass off right about now.
Shinichi could do nothing but stare and shake his head slowly. It was not real. It could not be real!
It had to be wrong. A mistake! Death would wander by in his long black cape and apologize for the mix-up while reviving the girl. He would offer something for the pains he caused both of them. And they both would laugh it off, saying that nothing was necessary, just both being alive was enough!
Yeah, that had to be it!
The detective tried to argue against his logical side; the same side that was currently yelling at him about his stupidity. Telling him that death was always final. That there was never any mistakes, never any take backs. Death was a cruel, vicious creature that ripped a person's fragile soul into a hundred pieces, shaking it to the core before violently tossing it on the ground to be stepped on by all. Death was never kind enough to even think of giving back what he had taken. Of the pain he was causing.
Tears burned at his blue eyes as that thought burned into his head. He watched, unable to move, as the crowd appeared, centering around the young girl while trying to help save her. Though it was too late. It would always be too late.
"Oh god!" The driver shakily fell out of his car, eyes wide in horror. "No it was an accident! I swear. Please believe me! Oh god!" Unable to approach the fallen girl, the driver fell to the ground, his head pressed to the ground.
The man's tears finally broke Shinichi from his stupor as unshed tears now fell freely. Slowly he took a shuddering step closer, feet barely leaving the cold sidewalk as he moved out towards the middle of the street where she laid.
Crimson stained the black asphalt, snaking out from the lifeless body as if trying to reach out for some source of life. Something to help the girl. Brown hair veiled her fragile face, cradling her beauty. Showing what an angel she truly was. But Shinichi did not need such examples, he knew this girl personally. And he knew what a beautiful angel she truly was!
Kneeling beside her, Shinichi realized for the first time, that this must be how the families of the cases he had solved felt. Now he knew why they cried so hard. Why they refused to believe that their loved one had died!
Folding his hands, Shinichi placed his hands carefully over the girl's chest. How the hell could these people not try to save her?! Where they truly that heartless? Tears continued to stream down his face as he pushed on her chest, desperately trying to ignore how the blood squirted out with each push.
Was he this heartless on cases? Did others feel the same way? Shaking his head Shinichi pressed faster, trying to get a response of any type.
"Stop son. It's too late, I'm sorry!"
No they were wrong! Blue eyes stared stoically at the beautiful porcelain face as he counted silently each compression.
He would not give up! Damn it! They were wrong! He did not just go through almost a year of hell of being Conan for nothing. He did not almost die trying to get the antidote from a Black Org scientist just for this. He did not make her wait this freaking long for his return just to have her die on him! No freaking way in hell did he!
Firm hands grabbed at his shoulders, tugging his away harshly. A broken cry fell from the boy's mouth as his connection with his girlfriend was broken. Broken he reached out trying to grab at the girl, hold her one last time, even if it was just a strand of her soft, brown hair. He needed something of her to hold on to, to keep her spirit here on earth. Just one last compression, the one that would bring her back! Instead he was helpless as he was pulled further and further away from the girl.
"NO!" Shinichi cried, finally finding his voice since the horrific scene. "No!" A fist pounded on the harsh pavement as he fell to his hands and knees. Head drooped in overwhelming sorrow as the tears fell renewed once again.
"No, I didn't come back to her like this just for her to die!" Tears flowed freely as he delivered the pavement another punch. "I never got to tell her what I wanted. Damn."
The bystanders watched saddened as Shinichi crumpled to the ground, his cheek pressed against the cooling pavement. His energy had just been completely sapped.
"I'm sorry Ran! I never got to tell you what I wanted to. I never got to tell you I love you. And I'm sorry! Forgive me." His voice had fallen to a whisper as he laid against the ground, eyes slowly closing.
Fate was an evil bitch. And Death was a bastard.