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A Scene from Detective Conan Movie 3: The Last Wizard of the Century
Mouri Ran was crying. It's all over, he thought to himself. She knows I'm not really Edogawa Conan, the 'normal' seven-year-old boy. She knows I'm really Kudou Shinichi, the seventeen-year-old high school detective known all over Japan. He couldn't bring himself to actually tell her. He was going to, he had no other choice. She'd been fooled enough. He took off the glasses that marked him as Conan. Just as he was about to speak, something behind him caught her attention. Her eyes widened in surprise and she hurried to doorway of Mouri Kogorou's office. There, leaning against the doorframe was…Kudou Shinichi?! No way! He was Kudou Shinichi! Ah, then it can only be one of two people. It could be Hattori Heiji, his Kansai rival. He'd disguised himself as Kudou before and would probably do it again to save him. But, no. The disguise was perfect. He only knew one person who could so perfectly imitate another. In fact, that's exactly who it was: Kaitou KID. Though Conan wasn't sure how he figured out that he was really Kudou Shinichi, at the moment it didn't matter. He'd prevented him from possibly causing the premature demise of his childhood friend at the hands of the Black Organization. Conan couldn't stop the tears of gratitude welling in his eyes. As Ran went off to find him some dry clothes, 'Shinichi' went down the stairs leading to the office and out onto the quiet street below.
A/N: So, this isn't really a story, but rather a description. Regardless, I would like to know what you think about it, whether it's good or awful. I honestly don't mind if you pick it to pieces, in fact, I would very much appreciate it. It could use a bit more description, I know, but understand that I was writing this during second period one day. I can't guarantee the accuracy of this for the same reason, plus a few more (i.e. I don't claim to know what goes on in anyone's head at any given time.)