Word: Disinter

Meaning: To take from the tomb or grave

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Kaito stood among the many people, getting soaked in the pouring rain. He couldn't stop the tears rolling down his face. The people slowly drifted away, but he showed no reaction or realization.

He felt his Poker Face slipping, the masks he always wore cracking and falling. He attempted to choke down an uncontrollable sob as pain wracked him.

He fell to his knees. Kaito's hands ripped at the ground, digging away at the newly turned soil. The headstone was cold as his fingers brushed it roughly in his frenzy. After tearing away like a feral animal, his eyes trembled in anguish and he rested his head against the the solid surface, panting.

A hand clamped itself to his shoulder and he turned around with the tears streaming down his face. His expression was contorted with misery.

Ran smiled sadly down at him from under a cream-colored umbrella. "I know," she softly said, extending a hand to help Kaito up. "I loved him too." They walked away, Ran quietly comforting a heartbroken Kaito.

The rain, mist and tear-streaked stone with the words on it was the only witness to the bruised and battered souls departing. And a droplet of water slipped down, almost reminiscent of a tear, from the edge of one of the carefully engraved letters: Edogawa Conan, A Bright Child.

A/N: I'm SORRY! I made Kaito cry! But I did make Ran the good person in this, though I normally wouldn't. I don't particularly like Ran, but I think that if she stopped being so dang dependent on Shinichi that she would be an epic character (like Aoko ). But as she is now…..eh, no.