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He should have been at home.
It was far too late, already past the mark of midnight. He should been curled up in his warm bed, in the realm of dreams and blissful sleep. But instead he was here. In the outskirts of Beika, standing on a cliff's edge staring down at the ocean waves smashing against the rough sides. Each wave crashed against the rocks; slowly grinding it into dust which would sink, sink down and down and eventually, reach the ocean floor. His surroundings were dark; clumps of trees and grass were casting shadows around him. Silver beams of moonlight reflected off the clear, crisp water, casting a pale glow.
It was hauntingly beautiful.
As the wind grew stronger, Edogawa Conan raked his fingers through his raven colored hair in a futile attempt to retain its shape. The wind picked up considerably and he abandoned his previous efforts, opting to stare at the breathtaking scene which lay before him. But Conan was looking. Not seeing. There was a huge amount of difference between the two. He didn't really care that the sight before him would make wildlife photographers jealous, or that nature lovers would kill to see that rare scene of humans and nature becoming one. No, his thoughts were much more important. Even with the latter combined.
The thought that is plaguing his mind?
Age.
Another year had gone and passed, and the highschool-turned-elementary detective was no longer a tiny, pint size boy who was constantly stepped and teased on. He was sixteen. Sixteen.
Ten years had already past since the disappearance of Kudo Shinichi. And Ran was no longer waiting.
She had started seeing a man named Takeru who had visited the Mouri Detective Agency, decidedly hearing that the sleeping detective had a beautiful daughter who was single. On their first meeting Conan could easily see that they were smitten with each other. And after a consecutive number of dates, they became a couple. Upon hearing the news Conan wasn't just angry. He was furious. Didn't she promise to wait for him? For Shinichi? The shrunken detective had questioned her about the relationship more times than he could count, and finally, he realized one thing….She had already moved on. Conan had noticed the change in her. Like how Ran's eyes shined when she saw Takeru, or how happy she looked when he called her out for dates and such. But the thing that hit him hard the most was that….Ran gave Takeru the look that she used to give him. Used to.
Conan choked down a sob. Everything was too painful. The most painful thing was that, today was his birthday. The 4th of May. And she hadn't remembered. Not even a single present nor 'happy birthday' was muttered to him. To say he was devastated would be too light of a word. He was broken.
There was a sudden crackle of lightning followed by a boom of thunder and then...something wet grazed his cheek and landed beneath him. The spot which it had landed on turning dark. Conan looked up to see small drops of water falling towards the earth, pulled by the earth's gravitational force. It was drizzling.
He let out a dry, bitter laugh.
It was ironic. Even the heavens were crying for him.
Conan turned away from the edge and started walking towards his car. The slightly damp grass squelched loudly with each step he took.
He could see the vehicle's outline through the darkness and conan picked up his pace, not wanting to get soaked. There was a clang of metal as he reached into his pocket to grab his keys before inserting it into the driver's door. The car was nothing spectacular, painted red; it was just an average vehicle that had its limitations along with many unpaid traffic tickets. Conan sighed with relief as the door clicked open. He was about to start the engine when a high pitched 'riiiing' of a phone sounded.
He pressed the green button and the screen lit up, flooding the interior of the car with blinding light. Conan was surprised to see who it was...
Caller ID: Mouri Ran
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Conan drove frantically through the empty streets, panic and fear flooding through him. He brought the pedal to the medal and sped past a red light, earning a couple of honks and shouts from tired workers on their way home. Oblivious to the fact that his knuckles were turning white, Conan gripped onto the steering wheel even harder, and he let out an extremely rude and creative curse when he turned down a wrong street. Speeding through the city, he finally spotted the hotel in the distance; its neon lights indicating where it was. Taking a left, Conan finally entered the hotel's car park, and he tried to spot where she was, craning his neck at an angle which was juuusst right...
And there she was.