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Chapter 1

Strange Love

Rain flooded the windshield as Shinichi and Ran drove down a high mountain road, they were coming back from a ski trip and felt exhausted. Shinichi had trouble keeping his eyes open and ran was sleeping loudly in the back seat. A pickup was tailing them and Shinichi could not help glancing back every few seconds, because the truck seemed to keep getting closer. He yawned and turned the radio on, and looked back at Ran, at the same time he saw in slow motion, the truck hit the back of the car, and the no longer sleeping ran. They screamed.

Someone was holding his hand, it was soft and there was a dainty perfume smell around him. He tried to open his eyes but he could not see anything. He blinked, feeling his eyelids slide over his eyes, but saw no images or colors. He sat up quickly and heard a gentle sobbing.

"Hello?"

"Shinichi, I-" the woman's voice was cut off by a frantic Shinichi.

"Mom? I can't see! Mom I can't see!"

"Honey, I know. The doctors say…"

"What, what do they say?"

"Shinichi, they don't know when you will be able to see again."

"What! No, I can't be blind!"

"They say it is temporary, but they aren't positive when it will go away. Maybe a month or two…" she trialed off into a whisper and started to cry again. Shinichi hung his head and felt warm tears on his face. It was then he remembered Ran.

"Mom, how is Ran?" His mother did not respond.

"Mom, how is Ran?" He asked a desperate tone.

"Shinichi, I don't know how to tell you."

"Tell me what" He knew but asked anyway.

"She didn't make it to the hospital. She died instantly. Don't blame yourself honey, it wasn't your fault." Shinichi did not say anything. He covered his face with his hands and cried until his shoulders hurt from shaking and his hands were covered in tears.

A Month Later

His eyes were still useless, and his heart followed suite. He didn't bother to get out of bed, and he never spoke. He blamed himself for the accident. He stopped going to school and no longer worked on cases, he had thrown all his detective gear out the window when he got home, all he could find. Once and a while his mother would come in and try to talk with him, but she always left less than she had been. He son was dead, only his heartbeat betrayed him.

Schinichi stared up at what he felt was the ceiling; he felt like crying but could not find the strength to summon the tears. He reached up with both of his hands and started to sob, dry sobs, and loud, empty, painful sobs. He wanted to say he was sorry, for everything, but he no longer wished to speak, to much to say to a dead girl. It drove him mad. Every second he could not see he grew more and more lonely. He missed looking, he missed seeing, he missed people, but he could not get up. It would cause him to break.

Someone entered his room, he knew it was his mother; he hated it when she came in, and she tried to offer him comfort she could not give. He turned away from her on his side. With heavy steps, she came closer and stopped at his bed.

"Shinichi." It was not his mother, and that confused him, he did not get visitors, he turned to the male voice. The person reached out and took his chin in their hand lifting his face up. "So, you can't see."

Suddenly he felt lips on his, wet soft lips. He opened his broken eyes wide and sat rigid. The kiss seemed to last for minutes, and Shinichi just sat there, confused. Then the lips were gone, and he heard footsteps walking away and the door closing, leaving the boy shocked on the bed.

The next day he got out of bed. He almost fell because his legs were weak; he almost called for his mother, but decided against it. He pulled on clothing, taking awhile because he could not see them and half crawled downstairs. His mother rushed over to him and smothered him.

"Do you need help? Are you in pain? Are you okay?" He pushed her away and groped for the door; he slammed outside and sat on the cold concrete steps, shivering from the chill air. He was about to give up and go back to bed when the male voice returned.

"Cold?" Shinichi almost jumped up but instead stayed where he was, not answering. Then he felt a heavy coat being put around him. The man's face was near his, he could feel his warm breath on his skin. The man whispered into his ear, warming it, "I said, are you cold." Shinichi nodded. Strong steady arms wrapped around him, picking him up, causing him to make a small shocked noise. The man chuckled. "I'm going to take you away. Do you mind?" After a little while, Shinichi shook his head. He did not want to stay here in this house. He was carried to a car and put into the passenger seat, he stiffened, and he was not ready for cars. He made an effort to get out but the man just shut the door. "I'm a good driver."

They drove in silence, Shinichi was gripping the seat so hard, that the man was afraid he would dig his nails into it, so he grabbed his hand without saying anything and squeezed it. When they stopped, he picked up the stiff boy and carried him to a house. "This is my home, and you can live here as long as you want. I know how it is to have fussy a mother." Shinichi just sat in his arms, looking down at his knees. "Shinichi, you were never shy before."

He looked up at the voice, thinking of where he had heard it, he had thought all night and the car ride, but could not place it. "What is your name?" The man sat him down in a chair and laughed.

"So you didn't lose your voice as well as your sight. I was worried."

"What is your name?" The man did not respond.

"I am who ever you want me to be." Shinichi looked skeptical.

"You aren't going to tell me?" The man smiled, although it was lost to Shinichi, "How old are you then?"

"I'm seventeen, like you. I used to go to school with you, but I dropped out. I work at a convenient store now." Shinichi scowled. "Yeah, I know. Let's just say, I'm 2nd place at life." The man sat down next to Shinichi and touched his cheek. "Don't worry though; I can take care of you." Shinichi's heart felt tight at the touch and he leaned forward a bit not sure, where the boy was. With a smile, the boy leaned forward and captured Shinichi's quivering lips. He wrapped his arms around Shinichi and pulled him close. Shinichi knew the boy wanted something from him to stay. He pulled away a little bit and started to haphazardly take off his shirt, but he other boy stopped him and lifted his chin to look into Shinichi's blind eyes. "Never do that again. I'm not that kind of person." He then got up and left Shinichi alone, feeling very small.