Btw, these are just one shots/ story beginning that I may expand into real stories and will be written when I have ideas for them.

And about the last story beginning, I like holding back information to create suspense. I think it's considered a good thing when readers have a lot of question which haven't been answered and want to find out more. (Just to clarify)

This is… short. :P

There is a piano soundtrack for the story at the link: (youtube dot com) watch?v=69w_xLHylxA

Haibara's slim fingers stroke the keys gently, linking together to create a sorrowful melody. The notes ring softly, but poignantly, clutching her heart and wrenching at like one would wring a sheet of moist paper. Drip. Drip. Drip. She can almost hear the drip of the water dribbling from her metaphor. Almost feel its humidity brush against her cheek and soak her clothes.

The laughter. It had seeped into the house and struck her like lightning. Why does his childish chuckle beat in unison with her keys? Why does each hoarse heave strike a blow to a wound? Why does she feel anger and repulsion grow against her chest? Hatred? Why is it difficult to move anymore? She enters a quiet passage, the subtleness stripping her bare, making her feel more vulnerable than she's ever felt. It brushes against her soul.

No armour. No fortress. No… mask.

Her heart is dragged from her chest and thrust onto a table for the sight of all. She hates it. She wants to gather her amour and envelop herself in it, immerse herself in her façade. Yet, her exposure is somewhat healing. She feels liberated from the heavy weight of her ice castle; in fact, maybe if he glimpsed her true self, she would be free. But, she smirks internally; he would hate what he sees.

The putridness in her heart, like an inky substance oozing out of her every pore, would repulse the Tantei-san. Ah yes.

Dong! The bell rattles her from her daze, her eyes fluttering open. She slides off her chair, planting both her bare feet onto the ground, and stumbling to a standing position. Haibara shuffles towards the door, the mask slipping smoothly over her features to eradicate all traces of emotion- to render her completely and undeniably indifferent. Casually, she unlocks the door and opens the door. "Don't you have keys, Kudo-kun?"

Raven strands fall over his startling blue eyes and she smothers the tingle this sight produces. Perhaps he lost the key, she reasons. "If you need the professor, he's up in his room. He can make a replica…"

She is interrupted by something falling against her. It is his body falling limply, loosely, the little girl supporting him in her arms. "K-kudo?" She feels her cheeks redden involuntarily. What is happening…?

"She's dead." Conan articulates softly. She's... dead? Haibara lets a gasp escape her armour, the boy turning his moist, cerulean eyes to meet hers. "I hid for so long… and she never knew. I never told her. I could have- I should have-" His glasses gleam, concealing his expression. But as she holds him, his sorrow and desperation seeps into her also- she knows the death through him. She relives her sister's demise. Just like that day, a pure, beautiful girl has died. Many will weep for her; she will be mourned by all.

"I should have told her," he had said. The girl pauses. What if I never tell him… what if I die, dwindle, and disappear without having ever told him? What would happen if I didn't? Her face felt wet again. My mind is playing tricks once more, conceiving convoluted illusions which will only impede logic. She reaches with slim fingers, raking through his tangled hair.

Haibara pulls him closer.

Why not?

"Kudo…" She whispers into the nook of his ear. "I love you."

He will hate me, saying this at a moment like this. But, unexpectedly, he starts to tremble. His hand quivers against her arm, his whimpers growing louder and more frequent. "Why?" He utters mournfully. "I can't save anyone."

"You don't have to," the girl lets her mask slip more, her voice growing more sincere, more earnest. Her restraint melts away in the candour of her approach. "This time, let someone be there for you."

And she smiles.

When he looks up, perhaps he shall smile too.

I was lazy so… it's not that descriptive DX Sorry. Anyways, for the past few weeks I was working on a new story called "Metamorphosis" which is Aixcon. So, please check that out… well only if you want to X3 ( s/9626340/1/Metamorphosis)

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