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#2 and #7 for the angst! (2: "Hey, hey, calm down. They can't hurt you anymore." 7: "Well, that's tragic." )
"Well, that's tragic."
Shinichi jolted awake, feeling a pounding pain on the back his head. His memories rushed forward, remembering Tropical Land and the two men in black he had been spying on. He blanched, remembering being force fed a poison.
"Hey, hey, calm down. They can't hurt you anymore."
Shinichi whirled around towards the source of the voice. There was a young woman standing behind him. She looked like one of those office ladies, wearing a black jacket and skirt. She wouldn't have looked out of placed among the many visitors in Tropical Land, if it wasn't for the giant scythe she was carrying.
"Who are you?" Shinichi said, sliding backwards to put distance between her and him. After his run with those two men in black, he wasn't so quick to trust anyone wearing that color.
The woman merely quirked up an eyebrow. "I'm Death. And you, Kudo Shinichi are dead."
No, no, nononononono. He couldn't be dead. Why did he leave Ran to go check- RAN! Oh god Ran!
"It's such a shame. You normally are supposed to survive this little poisoning stunt. Would have gone onto do great things," Death said mildly. "It can't be helped. You can take it up with Life if you have a complaint."
Shinichi grabbed her by the shoulders. "Send me back! I'll do anything."
"And why should I do that?" Death said. "Plenty of people tell me that when they die."
"Please," Shinichi pleaded.
Death looked at him. Her red eyes took on a curious gleam. "You're a detective," she stated.
Shinichi blinked at the sudden change of subject. "Y-yes…"
Death summoned a piece of paper and a pen. "Well, we can work out something from that. Sign here."
Shinichi tentatively took the pen. "What am I signing?" he asked, warily.
"My Head Reaper is always informing me that we need more help. So, you agree to be a Reaper, and I'll make it so you never died from the poison, instead surviving its curious side effect instead," Death said. "Take it or leave it. You have a minute to decide before I drag your soul to the afterlife."
When she put it like that, Shinichi didn't hesitate. The paper vanished in a puff of smoke and Death pushed Shinichi backwards. He stumbled, falling. Just as his entire worldview turned dark, he heard her speak one last time. "Just keep solving mysteries, Meitantei."
"Oi Kudo!"
Conan snapped out of his thoughts, hearing Heiji calling his name.
"What's wrong?" Heiji asked. "Is it the case?"
Conan felt a ball of bitterness build up in his throat. Once again, he had stumbled across another dead body. How many did that make? He had lost count after the first hundred. "Just thinking about how often I find dead bodies," Conan said, words heavy.
Heiji looked solemn, tugging at his hat. "Yeah. It sucks. You're like a death magnet," he lightly teased. "But better it happens around you. A lot more of these murderers would get away with it if we weren't around to solve the cases."
Conan gave him a wryly smile. "I guess… C'mon I want to see the crime scene again."
He didn't see the woman in black sitting on the bench some distance away, watching them. Her red eyes surveying his every movement.
"Just keep solving mysteries, Meitantei," Death murmured to herself. "Every mystery you solve, sets another soul at peace, which means less paperwork. You're making a surprisingly efficient Reaper. All I have to do is keep directing you to dead bodies."
She hummed, watching the pair of detectives disappear down the street. "I wonder how long you can keep it up?"
I always find exploring why Conan keeps finding dead bodies an interesting trope. xD
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