DISCLAIMER:Gosho Aoyama owns Detective Conan.
Author's Note: My first DC fanfic. Read and enjoy! Love^^
Pairing: Kudou Shinichi and Mouri Ran
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She wasn't used to it.
All these years, they've been childhood friends. But the whole idea now makes her confused, bewildered even. She doesn't want the uneasy feeling that's why she decided that it's best to ignore it.
The reason being?
The edgy feeling would show itself to her when he stares at her longer than he normally does. She would wriggle inside; she'd get annoyed saying that it's rude to stare.
Crimson would creep onto her cheeks seeing him - beaded with sweat and water after soccer practice. The scarlet streak betrays everything she tries to hide -whatever it was- seeing him shirtless. Of course, she saw him this way many times, but that was when they're still kids.
She would not mind her own fidgeting whenever he does his crazy antics every time he's with her. He may be a great problem solver but he still acts stupid- only in front of her.
The gaping hole inside her was slowly being filled by the boy who, in her perfect recollection, looked like her mystery addict best friend. He is as smart and extreme as he is when it comes to cases that sometimes, she'd find herself wanting him to grow up soon.
He can fill the spaces, but not entirely.
The night that he called her to profess the things he had been meaning to say did not prevent her from crying. She knows him too well.
Cracking voices -barely audible- on both lines tenderly exchanged. She was in pain being apart from him; not knowing what he does - even his present condition. Inside her, she already knew what she had to do.
On the other end of the line, just a kilometer away from where she lives, a boy struggles to hide in order to protect her - his life.
His comeback temporarily erased all the worries she felt. Being a meter away from him, her sapphire eyes were glassy and sparkling. The proximity closed as she kept ranting about the trivial things he should have explained. She cried- her fist pounding the steady chest her face was buried in, she hugged him tight until she fought the urge of claiming his lips.
"I'm sorry"
The only words that left ringing in her ears the moment when everything- the excruciating pain in his body, the deadly heartbeats he felt, the burning fever, and finally- his shrinking as a human being took effect.
And then he was gone.
Back to the almost helpless form of a boy that does little to protect her.
She anticipated this. She knew this day would come and tirelessly haunt her again. She would -if possible- refrain from crying if she will hear his voice.
Apart from his shaken state, she vowed silently to be his strength. Maybe, by intuition, she knows the story behind his occasional sprouting. The egoistic teenager who gave her a lot of reasons to weep and yet...
She was not insensitive. She knows that he's fighting alone. There was no sign of uncertainty in his voice as it hums in her ears.
"I will" she says.
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