A/N: So yeeeah. Awkward one-shot in the middle of the night. Hopefully I won't keep doing this for the rest of my life -.-

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"…do you ever miss him?"

"Huh?"

"Do you ever miss him—your dad, I mean."

"Oh…yeah. All the time, actually."

"Do you ever wonder what would've happened if he hadn't died? If he never did that show or if he never became Kaitou Kid?"

"Aoko…"

"No, no. Answer my question."

"…I think about it all the time."

"How…how do you stand it? How can you—act like it doesn't bother you…how do you—keep living like it's okay—how can you stand waking up in the morning knowing that he's not there for you?"

"Aoko."

"I can'tI just…need some t-time…"

"Come here."

She slid into his arms, and he stood there gravely, asking with the slightest indignation why the grave stood before him; and why did things like this always happen to her—to the best of people.

"We're going to be okay. You're going to be okay. We will be okay." He whispered into her hair reassuringly, his fingers stroking her damp hair.

It was raining. And the thunder clapped like a broken string of light throughout the sky.

"I don't understand." Her voice cried brokenly. "I don't understand."

"I'm here Aoko. I'm here."

"Whywhy…"

Here lies

Nakamouri Ginzo

Beloved father, husband and friend

He wasn't able to answer.


A/N: Please review? Been a couple of boring weeks lately...

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