Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan and you know the rest.
Thanks to: Rani07, 69ButterflyOfdarkness99 and s2lou for reviewing the very first chapter of this story, you gave me the confidence to keep going with the 2nd.
This chapter is a bit longer than the other, hoping you like it enough to get to the last line and then telling me your opinion.
Chapter 2: Rain
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The man walked with long and quick steps through the sidewalk maintaining a steady pace, hands inside the black long coat to protect them from the cold air night, head hunched between the shoulders covering his face from possible recognition. The place was near and he needed to hurry if he wanted to be there on time, not like it would matter any way, he was sure punctuality wasn't a problem since the deal rested completely on him, the buyer had no other option but wait. After a few minutes the man found himself in the exact place of the exchange and as he already imagined the other part was waiting; how pitiful he thought when he looked at the guy, to let oneself to get to that state, though be the person to point that out wasn't his role, in fact he probably was the main responsible.
Slowly and after a short chat the impatient buyer handed the money and waited for the release of the product consisting in the usual amount of necessary dope that would be capable of giving the obviously needy guy the right fix, only of course until the next one. As for the dark silhouette the main part was done, how he loved this type of business, it was a never ending source of money, the only bad side was to always watch his back, it wasn't the idea to be caught selling that in the middle of the night, but given the isolated spot where the bargain was held the chance of that happening was minimal to none. Now that the money was secure in his inner pocket a hand searched under the coat ready to pass the little package, but the action was stopped when a sound amplified by the silence made his body jump, apparently the desperate client had dropped his handgun from his shaky hands. He took a long look full of disdain at the client, retrieval syndrome maybe? and laughed to himself shacking his head… but thinking more seriously why was a gun involved in this? He hated those things, it made everything worse, poor bastard can you see that is almost yours? Be thankful that no cop is around here, with a sigh he continued with his part of the deal only to be stopped again.
-What's wrong now, can you just give it to me already? – The other man said in an almost crying voice.
-Shhhhh….heard something – he could've sworn to have listened steps on the main alley; if those belonged to the police…- I'm outta here…cops must've followed us…there, what you wanted- throwing the package at the floor as his feet started to run, leaving the current horrified man picking the little bag from the ground in a dog like manner.
Now with the drug in his possession the other man stiffened, he was way too messed up to run so he gripped the gun in his hand, if it was only one cop he could find a manner to get out of this without compromising. He crouched with his back against the wall and waited, begging that the other guy's words were mistaken, pulse rising with every second, he was loosing control and maybe it was for nothing. God…let it be nothing.
A pair of bright eyes made him jump, the handgun fired itself…
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Everything was in slow motion. First, his gaze met a pair of yellow and bright orbs suspended in front of him but a few inches higher, then he realized that in fact were a pair of fully open dark eyes who looked at him with palpable surprise and fear, and finally it took only a fragment of second before the unknown and obviously confused man fired at Conan's abdomen. If a gunshot was heard was something that Conan never took notice, for him the only audible sounds were his own beating heart and the metallic impact of the gun when it reached the floor, echoing in every wall of the deserted alley when the panicked male run away stumbling from the site.
-…Ran…
An enormous pain came along with the impact, his hands instinctively pressed on the wound, he was falling without even noticing….and then he touched ground. On the floor with his head leaned against the cold and rough wall a water drop fell onto Conan's cheek, then the clicking sound of rain made its presence filling the deadly silence around him, penetrating every part of his body, pushing the wet clothes next to his shivering skin, blending with the crimson blood, making everything worst. But the rain also had a meaning for the fallen detective at this hour, with every tear from the sky the regret of the past actions started to appear, evoking Ran's disappointment for the failed declaration, her sorrow, her tears…these are Ran's tear he murmured inside of him, too weak to articulate those words.
After a moment that might have been seconds or several minutes he recovered from his mental haze pushing those dark thoughts aside, the water kept him from losing consciousness making his mind a bit more resistant to the unwanted sleep, numbing the pain of he wound. He needed to find an explanation for this quickly, so the past scene started to gain sense and the first conclusion that his fully trained reasoning could make was the only one he had never even considered… a mistake. Flashes of the previous events passed before his eyes, black fabric, long trench coat, strange stand…all of them clues that led him to think the obvious conclusion, but was it really what he point as obvious correct? Evidently the attire wasn't an usual choice but it didn't necessarily meant that each man that dressed that way belonged to an obscure syndicate, any one was free to dress as pleased and wasn't black the preferred choice of any criminal? With every new question the idea of a mistake was stronger, the evidence was clearer with a cool head, if he remembered correctly there were syringes on the floor and the man who shoot him wasn't the one that he followed, this one was scared and his attire looked old and absolutely not black at all, to be truth he seemed more like a junky who had recently bought more dope judging for the small package in one of his hands, so the dark mysterious man was probably the dealer… he had chase an ordinary drug dealer instead of a member of the BO! And had gotten into this stupid and unfortunate situation with a high probability of dying in the form of a kid, god if only I could be myself now…damn! is this boy gonna be my last memory on earth? All he could do now was twist his mouth in an attempt of laugh, how a little hole could hurt so much?
Gathering all the courage he could find he raised his head to give a good glance at the wound, eyebrows twitching in a frown, it was worst than he had imagined, the bullet had pierced is lower abdomen causing the blood loss, no sign of an exit wound, the precious liquid staining his clothes and pooling onto the floor. Apparently the little effort made his head dizzy so he laid back again, moving a hand searching for his cell phone, suddenly his arm felt heavy, like a dead weight, but could managed a way to locate it and lift it in front of his eyes. The numbers seemed so small and his fingers weren't responding at his commands, after a few tries the line connected, please professor pick up, pick up…He was waiting for a voice, any voice that might get him out of this situation, but he wouldn't hold any longer, a shiver went down his spine and a wave of pain ran trough his body making him loose his grip, the phone fell onto his chest but the line still worked, why wasn't anyone answering? The rain started to sound distant and the water drops didn't feel so cold any more, in fact, he couldn't feel them at all…
A bip and then a female voice came through the cell phone, muffled by the rain.
-Kudo... Why are you bothering at these hours? hey answer me I'm talk….
But he couldn't hear what the voice had to say, he couldn't find enough air to elaborate the words to tell his condition, he couldn't ask for help. The obscure alley with its tall walls was closing upon him, his eyelids narrowing as the seconds past, fear and desperation overwhelming him. He, Shinichi Kudo, didn't want to die like this, alone in an abandoned place, without having the possibility of finding them, of recovering his body, of making everything right again, of telling her the truth, telling her he loved her…why didn't he say those words when the chance came, a few hours ago when all was perfect, it didn't matter any more if it was trough a bow tie faking his voice. Now she must hate me, he thought, she realized what I was gonna say and also realized that I preferred the "big case" over her…Gomen Ran…gomen…
Apparently his destiny was to die alone, in the same way he would've a year ago in the amusement park if that drug had made the desired effect, he was destined to die chasing the bad guys just like that time, he was doomed by his curiosity…but it wasn't fear, it isn't fear he thought.
The world faded away, his breathing became shallower and the pain was the only contact with reality; and her face, her beautiful and caring face, his last memory as his eyes closed, she was smiling, always smiling.
The rain stopped.
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AN: So did you like it? I know that it isn't very informative but I wanted to describe the entire situation and get inside Conan/Shinichi's mind, if it was to slow I'm sorry, so feel free to leave me a comment telling me your opinion and how you think I could improve my way of writing, and if you don't have any constructive comment and just wanna say if you liked the story it review any way.
I'll update soon (taking advantage of a brief brake in my classes).
Bye!
