Hey all, I thought I'd write an insanely fast fan fiction (Please be aware I didn't really even re-read over this work) I wrote it in about 30 minutes and thought maybe you'd like. Enjoy the fluff.
It was late and Conan walked in the door of the Mori Detective Agency, wordlessly dipping into the deep shadows of the overhanging. The lights were out, he had come back late no one would be up or around, just as he knew it would be. He had been gone, disappeared without a trace for a week, an outing that gave him much pain as he knew that Ran would wait until he returned. He grabbed the metal handle and turned it slightly as he walked quietly into the hallway after silently taking off his shoes.
He thought that tonight might be the night that they finally took down the Black Organization, but the shootout left him with more questions than answers, and one less partner in the game. The whole situation reminded him of a deadly chess game that the black pieces were winning, leaving him with only pawns, maybe a rook a king and a queen.
The room was lit by the open window on the full moon lit night. He went to close the blinds on the window and grabbing at the thin string that would pull down the shades. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a figure sitting on the couch. He whirled around to see the figure hadn't moved. It was Ran.
He pulled down the blinds with a slight click as the blinds rolled down to the window sill; he approached silently like a bandit towards her. He needn't fear her asking questions this late at night, she was asleep. From the bags around her eyes he could see that she hadn't been getting sleep, most likely waiting here until his arrival home. He smiled lightly lifting up the corners of his mouth, making his pleasure that she was worried about him evident.
He grabbed a cover from the cupboard out and draped it over her slender form, her hair falling over the cushions as if her hair was a waterfall with tiny glints of starlight in it. He had never seen such a beautiful woman, to him; she was his world, the only part of his situation that stayed constant and sure.
He sat down quietly on the floor so that his face was even with hers and studied her features. Beautiful lips that he at one point longed to kiss, but no longer felt belonged to him, he had hurt her too much for that hope to still be alive. Her nose with a tiny turned up point at the end that secretly he found cute. Her eyes, though closed, gave him chills as he thought of how they had been watching for him, both in Conan and Shinichi form. Her eyes were beautiful, mature and he longed for them to rest on him, see him despite the many limitations that separated them from one another.
Without sound he rose up to his full height a full four feet and laid a light kiss on her forehead, and proceeded to walk to his room without a glance looking back.
A light "Shinichi" was murmured as he walked back to his room, a smile on his face.