Well, I have recently started watching Detective Conan. Needless to say, I love it. The end of S7 was particularly awesome and was the inspiration for this drabble. This one is admittedly short, but that's because I had to sneak!write it at work.
In any case, I'll add more one-shots and arcs to this collection as inspiration strikes, so keep an eye out for those updates. :)
Of Choices and Regrets
If only.
The words had been replaying in his head since the moment he saw Ran break down in tears. If only there had been no murder. If only he had solved the case quicker. If only the antidote hadn't failed. If only, if only, if only, if only!
But there could be no turning back time. No second chance. He chose to solve the murder case at the festival, as well as during their date, and in that he had wasted his precious moments as Shinichi, the boy who had something important that he wanted—no, needed—to tell Ran. Instead, he'd been forced to speak the whispers of his heart as Conan, a seven-year-old child who could only echo what Shinichi really felt. Even now, the memory left a bitter taste in his mouth, filled with sadness and regret.
If only.
Sometimes he thinks about the festival. She'd been in his arms then, all warmth and softness. He'd smelt the floral tones of her shampoo and felt the butterfly kisses of her breath as their lips almost touched. So, so close.
He could have kissed her then. He'd almost kissed her.
It was the screams that ruined everything. They always did. Those piercing shrieks of alarm dug deep into his detective heart and tugged at his sense of justice and the need to solve the unsolvable. The screams had pulled him away from her arms during the festival, and they had pulled him away from her during dinner. But for all the justice that he helped to maintain in the world, Ran had still been left alone. She had cried.
If only.