Conan is 10, Shinichi is 16

'I told you to be careful!' Shinichi angrily exclaimed at Conan, his younger brother, as shards of the broken picture frame lay at Conan's feet.

'But I didn't do that!' Conan shouted back. The argument started to get very heated.

'Stop saying bull! Who else could've done that?!' Shinichi demanded an answer as Shinichi picked up the picture, the last one they had taken with their parents before they passed away in an accident a year ago. Thankfully due to their successful career and Shinichi and Conan's clients, money wasn't that much of an issue.

'I don't know! Figure that out yourself!' Conan shot back and went upstairs to his room slamming the door shut.

Shinichi felt anger rushing through his veins. It was pretty hard to get Shinichi this angry, and who else but his younger brother achieves this.

Blinded by his anger he shouted back, 'Sometimes I wish you were DEAD!' as he exited the house.

Little did he know that Conan had buried his face into his pillow, sobbing quietly at the hurtful words that were just directed to him.

Conan and Shinichi were later involved in a case, where a rising actor was shot in the temple. Inspector Megure noticed that the Kudo Brothers weren't talking with each other like they usually do, but he decided against it to ask them what happened. They were brothers after all; probably just an argument.

When they had figured out who the criminal was, the criminal pulled out a gun from under the table and ran out, shooting a few police guards.

Conan and Shinichi chased after her, though Conan fell behind as he was slower than his brother. Shinichi followed her to an alley, where he lost sight of her. He quietly looked around, looking for a place she could be hiding in.

BANG!

A shot rang out, and a bullet ripped through Shinichi's body, just above the pelvis. He leaned against the brick walls of the alley for support from the sudden pain. The criminal walked towards him, but stopped about 10 metres away from him.

'You meddling brat! If it wasn't for you, I would've gotten away with that murder!' She snarled at him. A complete madman.

'I'm going to finish you off. Right here.' She pointed her pistol at him.

Shinichi closed his eyes as a bullet sped towards him.

Shinichi expected to feel pain, but none came. 'Am I dead?' he thought to himself as he slowly opened his eyes once more.

Shinichi would've chosen death over the sight that lay in front of him.

Conan stood in front, facing him, with a pained expression on his face. Tear-filled eyes met Shinichi's, as a bright red stain grew on Conan's white shirt.

Shinichi caught Conan as he collapsed into his awaiting arms. Shinichi barely noticed the bullet that soared through the air and the gasp of pain from the criminal as Detective Satou fired a shot to restrain the criminal from firing any more shots.

But the job had been done. Conan was lying in Shinichi's arms, bleeding to death.

Shinichi disregarded his own pain as he cradled Conan in his arms.

'Conan, stay with me okay, an ambulance is on its way, you're going to be fine.' Shinichi tried to assure him.

Conan let out a pained chuckle, 'You know you suck at lying, right? I know I'm dying.'

'No, don't say that.' Shinichi chided, though he knew his little brother was right. Conan was losing too much blood too quickly.

'I'm so sorry about the argument earlier today. I don't want you dead Conan, it just... I'm so sorry.' Shinichi apologised to Conan, tears starting to form in his eyes.

Conan started to cough up blood, which wasn't a good sign.

'It's okay, bro.' Conan replied with a pained smile. Conan coughed up more blood and stared at his brother's tear-filled eyes.

'Just don't forget, that I- I love you b-b-brother.' Conan let out his final breath, as his body went limp. All the life inside Conan's eyes that was staring at Shinichi's just a few seconds had left, leaving glassy dull eyes.

Shinichi hugged Conan close to his chest and let out a heartwrenching cry, which pained the hearts of the police around him. Those who had hats took them off in a sign of respect to the young boy who had sacrificed his life for his brothers.

When paramedics arrived, Shinichi had to be sedated to separate from his brother's body. Shinichi was taken to hospital to patch up the gunshot wound and was discharged just days later.

A funeral was held for Conan a short time after. Friends farewelled him, some taking Conan's death harder than others, especially Haibara and Ayumi, who both had a crush on him.

Shinichi put on a brave facade, though inside he felt like breaking down.

After the funeral he returned home, the broken glasses and the frame still there after the argument. Shinichi cleaned up the glasses and put the picture in a new frame. He wwas just about to hang it up when he noticed something.

The small nail that was meant to hold up the frame was no longer there. Beacause of its age, it had came out of the wall, causing the picture frame to fall just as Conan was standing there.

'So it wasn't even Conan's fault after all.' Shinichi thought as he broked down, and sobbed. Those harsh words he had said to Conan for something that wasn't even his fault came back to Shinichi hard. He had lost his parents and now he had lost his beloved younger brother as well.

For the first time in his life, Shinichi felt so lonely.