Our Fairy Tale.
"Once upon a time, a white angel descended upon the night," a dark haired boy breathed softly, raising his arms up to the spiraling snow drifts.
Snowflakes brushed against his pale cheeks, and for a moment, the child was reminded of a white gloved hand stroking his cheek…but the memory vanished as fast as it had surfaced.
With a sigh, he let his arms fall limply to his sides, muttering, "Fairy tales don't exist."
Neither did magic nor miracles…nor wishes coming true. Scoffing inwardly, the boy trudged through the snow, his small footprints leaving indentations on the ground.
"Stupid thief," he crossly grumbled. He stifled the urge to stomp his feet immediately, however – even if he looked like a child, he needn't necessarily act like one.
Even though he was in a foul mood, he enjoyed surveying the winter night. Icicles hung from snow-covered trees, glimmering like diamonds. Everything was calm and tranquil as the moonlight gently shone down on the ice laden world, cold wind ghosting throughout the air.
But he still wasn't completely happy. A tear threatened to trickle out of a bespectacled eye, which the boy quickly scrubbed at with an icy hand. Shoving his hand into his pockets, the child gritted his teeth, struggling to fight a losing battle. Another teardrop gave away, followed by another, and another, and another…
Damn it. He shouldn't be like this. He shouldn't be affected by that idiot so easily.
Sniffling, he whispered again, "O-once upon a time, a white angel descended upon the night."
Suddenly, a low voice spoke up from somewhere close to him. "From the heavens, he flew to the earth, seeking out a holy treasure. Yet the thing he found there wasn't what he was he was originally in search of, but something more precious and beautiful." A dark haired man began to murmur comforting noises into the shell of the child's ear.
"K-k…" the boy stammered, without turning around.
Arms enveloped themselves around the child's chest tightly, and the newcomer let out a relieved gust of air. "Sorry, tantei-kun." He ran his hands back and forth over the boy's pounding heart, as if trying to soothe its frantic rhythm.
"And so," the man continued quietly, "like the way many situations in this world are solved, he stole the new treasure to keep to himself." At these words, a wide grin began to spread through his face, violet eyes lighting up with mischievousness. "So, shall I steal you away?" he asked eagerly.
"Hell no," the boy snorted, regaining his composure. But he clung to the arms wound around him, the corners of his mouth upturning slightly.
"It's your turn to say sorry," Kuroba Kaito rebuked playfully, nipping at the nape of the boy's neck, teeth sinking in gently.
With a shiver, the boy known as Edogawa Conan gave in, relaxing into his lover's grasp. "Sorry," he garbled, barely coherent. And he felt his heart skip a beat as Kaito gave him such a tender, loving smile…leaning in to give him a soft, chaste kiss…
Even in the frost, it didn't seem so bad to stay like that – they were together, after all.
And they actually did live happily ever after…
