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Oh my god, drabble fifty
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Memories
Idly, the detective of the east flipped through the photo album. It was all there, fifty years of life. Impressive for a man who once wasn't sure if he'd live to see eighteen.
Shinichi marveled at the picture of his parents holding a blue swathed infant. He was so tiny. It was difficult to believe he had ever been that small.
It also held the tantei's childhoods, both of them. He had been unwilling just to sweep Conan under the rug, to pretend the boy had never existed. Those years had formed an important part of who Shinichi was. Ironically, he had had to go back in order to move forward.
His marriage, Heiji stood at his side in the position of best man. His friend looked especially smug. Evidently the Osaken had won a large sum of money when he and Ran tied the knot. That was okay, Shinichi had gotten the other detective back a few years later.
The births of his children, watching as they got bigger and bigger as the years went by. Eventually getting married, having kids of their own. He was incredibly proud of all of them.
There was even a blurry photo of the Kaitou Kid. The moonlight magician waved cheerfully as he made his escape via hang glider. It still stung a little that he had never caught the phantom thief. It was one of his only failures. Still, he wished the other the best, wherever he was.
A smile crossed the tantei's face as he contemplated the path his life had taken. Great friends, a woman he adored, it shouldn't be possible for one man to be so lucky.
"Shinichi," Ran's voice called. "Your grandson found another body."
The detective sighed as he rose to his feet, the smile disappearing. Now that was one thing he wished his descendants hadn't inherited. That was the second one this week.
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