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and so, thanks for YELLOW JACKET PRIDE, 3aboOorah, maddie88, Enji86 and Tonitantei-san for leaving me reviews.
yes, Memories in Mozaic is consisted of one-shots and drabbles that related to each other to create the whole story. i don't know if someone had used this type of writing in this fandom, though... perhaps you'll think i'm weird -_-
and this is the next fragment for all of you. pretty short, i must say...
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Detective Conan /名探偵コナン
Gosho Aoyama©1994
::Memories in Mozaic::
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FRAGMENT #7:
Ward
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EATING her porridge, Haibara Ai listened—or more likely, tried to listen—to Edogawa Conan's story about the day when they and FBIs took down the Black Oganization, with some extra help from Japanese Police Department and CIAs. Actually, after their success in getting out of that building, Ai passed out and didn't know what happened next. When she opened her eyes, she found herself already in a ward in Beika Hospital, receiving treatments for her left arm.
Well, she was shot.
By someone she didn't know.
For everyone's relief, the bullet just grazed her upper arm. The wound was a little deep but there was no need for her to undergo an operation. But eventually... Ai didn't remember when exactly she got hit. On her way to the basement? Or when she tried to escape with Conan?
When was it?
"Haibara? Are you listening?"
Apparently, she wasn't.
"Well," said Ai, snapped out of her trance, "kind of."
"Kind of...?" The boy with spectacles knitted his brows as though he wanted to debate her, but then he simply shrugged it off. "Where were we?"
"You said something about me passed out right after we managed to get out of that building."
Conan quickly caught up. "Oh yeah. By the way, it was burned down to ashes... the building, I mean. The police is now trying to identificate the dead bodies they found in the scene."
Ai picked up her spoon again.
His story went on. He explained her all the details that he thought she need to know, all stuffs she didn't really pay attention to. Ai just wanted to sleep. She wanted peace. Her head ached like crazy—perhaps it was the side-effect of the anesthetic given to her earlier—but it seemed that Conan insisted in telling her as soon as possible.
Alright. So the building which became their hive had been burned down, and almost everything turned into ashes. There was also a story about Vermouth's missing. Ai rose up her head the moment she heard this, yet she sensed that even the young detective didn't have a good hypothesis about it.
"What do you mean by 'she was gone'?"
"She vanished like a thin air," he sighed as he looked up to the sky through her window. "Showing off her expertise in fleeing, as though telling me that I won't be able to catch her, Perhaps she disguised herself as one of the policemen, or—I don't know, but I lost track of her."
And they both knew the reason why he couldn't chase Vermouth right after she left them with Gin's corpse in the basement: he had to take her out from that place as soon as possible.
"Is it... okay?" Ai asked with a worried tone. "Will everything be fine?"
"She promised me not to hurt you at any cost," said Conan. "And she didn't break it even when the organization still had its power. I don't see any reason for her to break it after their downfall..."
Ai didn't say anything. Her porridge went cold.
She was about to put the bowl aside when Conan started again.
"But..."
A pause.
And she waited.
He turned around to face her properly. The sun shone against his back through the window, giving her a dramatic view of his small figure. His trademark grin—one that reminded her of Chesire cat—plastered across his feature. "I'm so glad you're safe. "
Suddenly, Ai felt like finishing her cold porridge.
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end of the seventh fragment.
