Real Me (temporary title)
(refer to files 7-11 of book 36)
Chapter 2
by aoi.hoshi
Warning: Yaoi/shounen-ai warning. Do not read if you think you might not react well towards it.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Aoyama Gosho. I own half the plot because it's based on a plot by Aoyama Gosho. Ignore bad grammar and limited vocabulary. Sorry this is not a detective story, I'm only good at love stories. YAOI love stories.
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Edogawa Conan's breath was held as he transferred the pincers from his right hand to his left so he could wipe his palms, sweaty from the stuffy air of the lift and his anxiety, on his shirt.
"Conan-kun, you don't have to force yourself..." Takagi's uncertain voice came below him.
Conan smiled sadly to himself. "What more can we do besides try? There's a chance we might survive anyway. Don't you want to live on?"
"Yes, but... You need not sacrifice with me. This is part of my job, but you don't have any responsibility."
"I do. I have a responsibility to live on. Or I'd have died long ago. If I could survive all that, I can survive this. For people I love."
"What? I can't hear you."
"... Nah, nothing," Conan shook his head and concentrated on the bomb again.
Silence. Silence as Conan concentrated on that small rectangular structure in front of him that would be able to blow him, Takagi, and many other innocent people into pieces.
Silence. Silence so loud that it was ticking in Takagi's ears, telling him how fast time was passing. Those could be his last minutes on earth. His lips felt dry.
The silence was weighing Takagi down so heavily. He licked his lips, feeling the cracked skin. "Conan-kun..." he began.
Suddenly, the lift jerked. Takagi stumbled and fell hard against the wall of the lift. His mouth opened in a cry of pain, but before any sound could come out, he saw a bright orange flame above his head.
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"K... Kudo!"
"Heiji, it's ok..." Kazuha's worried face was the first thing to come into Hattori's sight.
"Kazuha... How's K... Conan?" Hattori sat up from the bed he was lying in, ignoring the throbbing pain in his head.
"He... You have a fever of 41 degrees, you'd better take a good rest..." Kazuha looked down, refusing to meet Hattori's eyes.
Hattori's heart sank. Kazuha's refusal to answer him was a better answer than any words.
"Kazuha... We've got to go to Tokyo now. NOW."
"Heiji..." Kazuha looked at Hattori with pain in her eyes. "Don't do this to yourself. The dead can never be brought back to life! Your health is more important."
"W... What did you just say?!" Hattori grabbed Kazuha by the shoulders. "Who's dead? Who's dead!!"
"Heiji..." Kazuha's eyes were filled with tears.
Hattori fell back onto the bed. For a moment he was so shocked he couldn't figure out how to react.
"... I'm going to Tokyo," he suddenly announced.
With that, he got up, grabbed his jacket, and walked out of the house. The unwellness he had felt only minutes ago was gone, driven away by his thoughts of Kudo. He had to be by his side. He had to protect him. He was his most special friend. Kazuha's cries for him to go back could not reach his ears.
-I'm going to help you. I will save you.-
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aoi.hoshi: right. so does everyone think conan's dead by now? ha, nobody does right. so duh. if he dies so early how can i continue the story? oops did i just hint that im gonna let him die soon? aha, read to find out. note that i said shinichi and hattori. guess who's appearing? yes, *sings* shinichi is coming~ to town~ *coughs* better stop here before i scare off any potential *fans* hohoho. i used to have some when i was writing music groups fanfics you know.
(refer to files 7-11 of book 36)
Chapter 2
by aoi.hoshi
Warning: Yaoi/shounen-ai warning. Do not read if you think you might not react well towards it.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Aoyama Gosho. I own half the plot because it's based on a plot by Aoyama Gosho. Ignore bad grammar and limited vocabulary. Sorry this is not a detective story, I'm only good at love stories. YAOI love stories.
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Edogawa Conan's breath was held as he transferred the pincers from his right hand to his left so he could wipe his palms, sweaty from the stuffy air of the lift and his anxiety, on his shirt.
"Conan-kun, you don't have to force yourself..." Takagi's uncertain voice came below him.
Conan smiled sadly to himself. "What more can we do besides try? There's a chance we might survive anyway. Don't you want to live on?"
"Yes, but... You need not sacrifice with me. This is part of my job, but you don't have any responsibility."
"I do. I have a responsibility to live on. Or I'd have died long ago. If I could survive all that, I can survive this. For people I love."
"What? I can't hear you."
"... Nah, nothing," Conan shook his head and concentrated on the bomb again.
Silence. Silence as Conan concentrated on that small rectangular structure in front of him that would be able to blow him, Takagi, and many other innocent people into pieces.
Silence. Silence so loud that it was ticking in Takagi's ears, telling him how fast time was passing. Those could be his last minutes on earth. His lips felt dry.
The silence was weighing Takagi down so heavily. He licked his lips, feeling the cracked skin. "Conan-kun..." he began.
Suddenly, the lift jerked. Takagi stumbled and fell hard against the wall of the lift. His mouth opened in a cry of pain, but before any sound could come out, he saw a bright orange flame above his head.
----------
"K... Kudo!"
"Heiji, it's ok..." Kazuha's worried face was the first thing to come into Hattori's sight.
"Kazuha... How's K... Conan?" Hattori sat up from the bed he was lying in, ignoring the throbbing pain in his head.
"He... You have a fever of 41 degrees, you'd better take a good rest..." Kazuha looked down, refusing to meet Hattori's eyes.
Hattori's heart sank. Kazuha's refusal to answer him was a better answer than any words.
"Kazuha... We've got to go to Tokyo now. NOW."
"Heiji..." Kazuha looked at Hattori with pain in her eyes. "Don't do this to yourself. The dead can never be brought back to life! Your health is more important."
"W... What did you just say?!" Hattori grabbed Kazuha by the shoulders. "Who's dead? Who's dead!!"
"Heiji..." Kazuha's eyes were filled with tears.
Hattori fell back onto the bed. For a moment he was so shocked he couldn't figure out how to react.
"... I'm going to Tokyo," he suddenly announced.
With that, he got up, grabbed his jacket, and walked out of the house. The unwellness he had felt only minutes ago was gone, driven away by his thoughts of Kudo. He had to be by his side. He had to protect him. He was his most special friend. Kazuha's cries for him to go back could not reach his ears.
-I'm going to help you. I will save you.-
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aoi.hoshi: right. so does everyone think conan's dead by now? ha, nobody does right. so duh. if he dies so early how can i continue the story? oops did i just hint that im gonna let him die soon? aha, read to find out. note that i said shinichi and hattori. guess who's appearing? yes, *sings* shinichi is coming~ to town~ *coughs* better stop here before i scare off any potential *fans* hohoho. i used to have some when i was writing music groups fanfics you know.