Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of Detective Conan; they all
belong to Gosho Aoyama.
Chapter 1: Giving up
Ran sighed for the fifth time today. Conan glanced at her from behind his oversized glasses.
"Are you alright, Ran-neechan?"
"Yeah, it's nothing, Conan-kun," she said with a wave of her hand. Ran got up from the small dinner table and smiled down at Conan, who was sitting opposite of her. "I'm going to make dinner. You have any requests?"
"Uhh, anything is fine." Conan smiled weakly.
"Okay then." Ran disappeared into the kitchen.
As Conan watched Ran walk away, his smiled evaporated and turned into a frown. Something is bothering her. I can tell. She was barely concentration in karate class. The teacher asked me if she was coming down with a cold or something. It's karate class! Ran loves that class. Conan shook his head. She's probably worrying about me, this stupid mystery loving idiot that just left without notice. Conan sighed. I really wish you would understand, Ran. You don't know how much I want to tell you, how much I want to be myself again. Conan shook his head as he put the homework back into his backpack. I hate being a little kid. The homework's too easy, the kids are annoying, well most of the time, and most of all, I can't be with Ran... Conan got up from the table and carried his backpack to the door. He dropped it in the corner just by the door so that it would be easy to grab tomorrow morning. Ran, I miss you... Conan sighed and cleared his throat.
"Ran-neechan, I'm going for a walk before dinner. It won't be for long!" Hearing not answer, Conan took it as a 'yes'. He scooped up his skateboard and ran down the stairs. Conan skateboarded to the park. He picked up his skateboard and started walking. As he glanced around, even if it was nearing dinnertime, there were still couples talking, kids chasing each other, grannies talking a walk and others just reading the newspaper. Everyone seems to fit in so well. I...well, in this body, don't seem to fit in. Maybe I've got Genta, Mitsuhiko, and Ayumi, but they're just kids...Even Hattori can't make me feel so welcome. He's nice and caring, but doesn't understand my situation either. Nobody does. Hagase would understand, but he's not beside me all the time. Conan sighed as he plopped down on a bench. He dropped the skateboard next to him and leaned back against the chair. Ran, I really wish I could tell you, so at least you would stop worrying. I don't want to see you cry for me. I don't deserve your care... Conan shook his head and closed his eyes.
"Is Mr. Detective taking a nap, or could I join him on the bench?"
Conan's eyes snapped open. He sat up as he saw who was talking. "Ran..."
Ran smiled as she took a seat next to Conan. "I finished making dinner."
"Oh, then let's go home and eat!" Conan cried gleefully. He was about to hop off the bench when Ran stopped him.
"I didn't come to tell you to come home. I came to talk to you." Ran's eyes started watering, but she looked straight into Conan's eyes. "I miss you, Shinichi."
Conan gasped as Ran hugged him tightly. "Ran-neechan, you know that I'm not Shinichi-niichan. What-?"
Ran let go of the young boy. "It's okay. I know. You just look a lot like Shinichi so it always makes me feel better when I see you." Ran smiled and wiped her tears. She held out her hand and smiled. "Let's go home now."
Conan took her hand and grabbed his skateboard. The two walked home in silence, each feeling so lonely and worried about the companion so far away yet so close beside them.
* * *
"Kaito, wait up!" Aoko ran to catch up the with the tall, slender boy in front of her.
"It's not my fault you're so slllooowww." Kaito grinned. "Do you have any plans tonight?"
"Not much, except I have to help my dad catch Kaito Kid."
Kaito's grin suddenly faded. "Oh, I see."
Aoko frowned. "I don't get why Kaito Kid has to steal. It's so mean and he makes the police run around in circles."
Aoko kept talking as Kaito looked at her. I wish you could understand what I feel, Aoko. I would never try to hurt you or your father. I really wish I could tell you so you would stop hating Kaito Kid and maybe...understand. Kaito ripped his gaze from Aoko to stare at the sky. It was bright blue, with only one cloud within sight. Tousan, was it this hard for you? Keeping secrets? It's so hard to understand and it also hurts. Kaito raised a hand waved a silent good-bye to Aoko before turning and walking into the front yard of his house. As he opened the front door and stepped in, he was jumble of feelings. Hatred, sorrow, pain, and love...
Kaito mumbled a quick 'I'm home' to his mother in the kitchen and ascended the stairs. Why am I so upset again? Aoko and I have this argument all the time. Maybe, I'm tired of it and I really stand it or maybe I'm tired of being Kaito Kid and I just want someone to understand. Kaito sighed as he entered his room. I'm going to tell her soon, that is, after Mom agrees. It's been so long. I can't take anymore without, I guess you could say, support.
* * *
Conan quietly slipped back into the darkness of the hallway after watching Ran for a few minutes. She had been crying and looking the picture of her and Shinichi at the amusement park. Conan shook his head. I can't go on without telling her the truth. She deserves to know. Maybe she'll kill me and hate me for the rest of my life, but there's still a chance. The smallest chance that she would understand... that he had lied for her. Conan smiled as he slipped out of the silent house and into the telephone booth in front of the agency. He fixed his bowtie and raised the phone to his mouth. I'm coming back to you, Ran.
"Hello Ran. This is Shinichi..."
* * *
Kaito got dressed for the final heist. Today's going to be the last day of doing this. Aoko will finally get to know who Kaito Kid is. I don't want to do this anymore. Sure, I'll always hate the people who murdered Dad, but I can't go around hurt my friends anymore. Kaito smiled as he pulled the hat down on his head. "Sayonara, Kaito Kid," he whispered before taking off into the night.
He hadn't planned this, but when he told his mother how he felt. She had told him that it was his decision. He was, after all, Kaito Kid. If he choose to continue being Kaito Kid, he would have to keep lying to his friends and family. If he chose the other option, he'd be thrown in jail and probably would never see Aoko again. He had to take the risk. He would call Aoko as her father up to the top of the building, tell her everything and wait for the police. She would definitely choose her father over him. After all, he was just her childhood friend. It didn't make much of difference either way, except that there was the chance, the slightest chance, that she would understand, understand why he had done all this.
~to be continued~ I didn't plan on making this, but as I was watching one of the movies again, I guess it just popped into my mind why the girls couldn't understand the reasons behind Shinichi and Kaito's action. I decided to write this, even if it didn't turn out real well. Anyways, I hope you liked it and please review! Thanks^^
Chapter 1: Giving up
Ran sighed for the fifth time today. Conan glanced at her from behind his oversized glasses.
"Are you alright, Ran-neechan?"
"Yeah, it's nothing, Conan-kun," she said with a wave of her hand. Ran got up from the small dinner table and smiled down at Conan, who was sitting opposite of her. "I'm going to make dinner. You have any requests?"
"Uhh, anything is fine." Conan smiled weakly.
"Okay then." Ran disappeared into the kitchen.
As Conan watched Ran walk away, his smiled evaporated and turned into a frown. Something is bothering her. I can tell. She was barely concentration in karate class. The teacher asked me if she was coming down with a cold or something. It's karate class! Ran loves that class. Conan shook his head. She's probably worrying about me, this stupid mystery loving idiot that just left without notice. Conan sighed. I really wish you would understand, Ran. You don't know how much I want to tell you, how much I want to be myself again. Conan shook his head as he put the homework back into his backpack. I hate being a little kid. The homework's too easy, the kids are annoying, well most of the time, and most of all, I can't be with Ran... Conan got up from the table and carried his backpack to the door. He dropped it in the corner just by the door so that it would be easy to grab tomorrow morning. Ran, I miss you... Conan sighed and cleared his throat.
"Ran-neechan, I'm going for a walk before dinner. It won't be for long!" Hearing not answer, Conan took it as a 'yes'. He scooped up his skateboard and ran down the stairs. Conan skateboarded to the park. He picked up his skateboard and started walking. As he glanced around, even if it was nearing dinnertime, there were still couples talking, kids chasing each other, grannies talking a walk and others just reading the newspaper. Everyone seems to fit in so well. I...well, in this body, don't seem to fit in. Maybe I've got Genta, Mitsuhiko, and Ayumi, but they're just kids...Even Hattori can't make me feel so welcome. He's nice and caring, but doesn't understand my situation either. Nobody does. Hagase would understand, but he's not beside me all the time. Conan sighed as he plopped down on a bench. He dropped the skateboard next to him and leaned back against the chair. Ran, I really wish I could tell you, so at least you would stop worrying. I don't want to see you cry for me. I don't deserve your care... Conan shook his head and closed his eyes.
"Is Mr. Detective taking a nap, or could I join him on the bench?"
Conan's eyes snapped open. He sat up as he saw who was talking. "Ran..."
Ran smiled as she took a seat next to Conan. "I finished making dinner."
"Oh, then let's go home and eat!" Conan cried gleefully. He was about to hop off the bench when Ran stopped him.
"I didn't come to tell you to come home. I came to talk to you." Ran's eyes started watering, but she looked straight into Conan's eyes. "I miss you, Shinichi."
Conan gasped as Ran hugged him tightly. "Ran-neechan, you know that I'm not Shinichi-niichan. What-?"
Ran let go of the young boy. "It's okay. I know. You just look a lot like Shinichi so it always makes me feel better when I see you." Ran smiled and wiped her tears. She held out her hand and smiled. "Let's go home now."
Conan took her hand and grabbed his skateboard. The two walked home in silence, each feeling so lonely and worried about the companion so far away yet so close beside them.
* * *
"Kaito, wait up!" Aoko ran to catch up the with the tall, slender boy in front of her.
"It's not my fault you're so slllooowww." Kaito grinned. "Do you have any plans tonight?"
"Not much, except I have to help my dad catch Kaito Kid."
Kaito's grin suddenly faded. "Oh, I see."
Aoko frowned. "I don't get why Kaito Kid has to steal. It's so mean and he makes the police run around in circles."
Aoko kept talking as Kaito looked at her. I wish you could understand what I feel, Aoko. I would never try to hurt you or your father. I really wish I could tell you so you would stop hating Kaito Kid and maybe...understand. Kaito ripped his gaze from Aoko to stare at the sky. It was bright blue, with only one cloud within sight. Tousan, was it this hard for you? Keeping secrets? It's so hard to understand and it also hurts. Kaito raised a hand waved a silent good-bye to Aoko before turning and walking into the front yard of his house. As he opened the front door and stepped in, he was jumble of feelings. Hatred, sorrow, pain, and love...
Kaito mumbled a quick 'I'm home' to his mother in the kitchen and ascended the stairs. Why am I so upset again? Aoko and I have this argument all the time. Maybe, I'm tired of it and I really stand it or maybe I'm tired of being Kaito Kid and I just want someone to understand. Kaito sighed as he entered his room. I'm going to tell her soon, that is, after Mom agrees. It's been so long. I can't take anymore without, I guess you could say, support.
* * *
Conan quietly slipped back into the darkness of the hallway after watching Ran for a few minutes. She had been crying and looking the picture of her and Shinichi at the amusement park. Conan shook his head. I can't go on without telling her the truth. She deserves to know. Maybe she'll kill me and hate me for the rest of my life, but there's still a chance. The smallest chance that she would understand... that he had lied for her. Conan smiled as he slipped out of the silent house and into the telephone booth in front of the agency. He fixed his bowtie and raised the phone to his mouth. I'm coming back to you, Ran.
"Hello Ran. This is Shinichi..."
* * *
Kaito got dressed for the final heist. Today's going to be the last day of doing this. Aoko will finally get to know who Kaito Kid is. I don't want to do this anymore. Sure, I'll always hate the people who murdered Dad, but I can't go around hurt my friends anymore. Kaito smiled as he pulled the hat down on his head. "Sayonara, Kaito Kid," he whispered before taking off into the night.
He hadn't planned this, but when he told his mother how he felt. She had told him that it was his decision. He was, after all, Kaito Kid. If he choose to continue being Kaito Kid, he would have to keep lying to his friends and family. If he chose the other option, he'd be thrown in jail and probably would never see Aoko again. He had to take the risk. He would call Aoko as her father up to the top of the building, tell her everything and wait for the police. She would definitely choose her father over him. After all, he was just her childhood friend. It didn't make much of difference either way, except that there was the chance, the slightest chance, that she would understand, understand why he had done all this.
~to be continued~ I didn't plan on making this, but as I was watching one of the movies again, I guess it just popped into my mind why the girls couldn't understand the reasons behind Shinichi and Kaito's action. I decided to write this, even if it didn't turn out real well. Anyways, I hope you liked it and please review! Thanks^^