The time of my life ...
Part 2
by Souls Fire (former Pulsing Soul)
She was there, the place she had never thought to see again, the place where she had found herself, where she had learned exactly who she was. The place she had to leave in the middle of the day, after seeing how the love of her life kissed another.
And now she was here again, to see her father. The man who she had been speaking to on the phone, always about their relationship, never about Shinichi, always about the way they had become father and daughter.
Well, going through deadly situations binds together. But even if it would n´t have, she knew, that the man who had let a killer come into his house without questioning, just because she had been crying, would never be just some old naïve fool.
This place, it reminded her so much of all the nights she had spent here, thinking of a certain blue-eyed detective, giving up her sleep only to find the cure which would make him happy again.
She fell in love with him. She didn´t know when Ai fell in love with Conan, she thought it was something that happened every time they were together, growing more and more, but the love Shiho had for Shinichi was love at first sight. His true eyes, no more glasses to hide them, had looked at her, his lips curved into a happy smile, his hands reaching for her, and pulling her into a crushing hug... love at first sight.
She had left, she couldn´t take that kiss, she could take living without him but when she saw that kiss, she realized that all those years of torture in the organization were nothing against the pain searing through her soul.
He had broken her cold mask, she blamed him a long time for it, after all, would she have still been wearing that mask, she would have never, felt such pain at the mere sight of his lips touching another´s.
Her father had understood, had never judged her, he had let her go, with the promise that they would talk on the phone, although never about anything related to Shinichi. She had given him the promise, because he, after all, was her father, someone she could never turn her back to.
Walking up those steps, to his lab, the lab he worked in, they worked in, she couldn´t hope but prey that some well-meant angel will keep that ever curious and arrogant detective out of her way.
Of course, that did not happen. In fact, she just had to open the door, to find him sitting there, reading a letter. Yes, the irony of this cruel world. Somehow she had a feeling that Kami didn´t like her much.
He looked up, and in that moment time stopped still.
,Shiho...¨ he muttered, his words soft and quiet.
,Shinichi...¨ she answered back, her voice holding a calm she didn´t feel.
However, she didn´t need to feel it, because Shinichi instantly turned his attention back to the letter, ignoring her completely.
Of course, why did she think there would be at least a welcome back from his side?
Shinichi, on the other had, reread the passage the Professor had written ... You love each other.
Looking up, he saw her not having moved an inch, and yet, to him, she was the apparition of ... he couldn´t describe it, not entirely with words, the feeling of relief, hope and most of all life entering an almost dead body.
He stood, moving towards her slowly, his eyes roaming her figure. Still as beautiful as ever, even though her hair had grown to the middle of her back, even though her eyes had taken a gray tint, even though she was wearing a simple dark violet dress, a black jacket over it. She was amazing, her body slim but curvaceous, her chest full, her hips round, beckoning for his touch, her legs so long that he couldn´t help but imagine what they would feel like around him.
Stopping before her, he noticed how her cheeks took a rosy hint, how her lips parted slightly, how her eyes became darker, how her chest rose and fell with deep calming breaths, and he smiled, he smiled, because now, there was no way, she was running away again. . .
She watched him closely, how he was moving, no more blue suit and red bow tie, instead a brown jacket, over a black button up shirt and khaki pants, and she saw that his moves were like those of a hunter stalking it´s prey, fluid and graceful, his eyes, stormy blue as always, fixating her to the spot. She couldn´t move, and she just imagined how the criminals felt who had to deal with those eyes.
She had heard of his international success, had been happy for him, but she never expected him to have become so... so damn attractive. Tall, lean, and yet she could see every muscle his body had to offer.
He stopped before her, she couldn´t move, and she realized she would n´t .
,What is it Kudo? Do I have something on my face, or are you staring at me just for your perverted fun?¨ The words slipped from her mouth without her even realizing it, and she couldn´t help but feel she had made a mistake saying them, but what the hell, this idiot like girls with the IQ of a straw who were naïve and cry babies, so why should she be nice.
He smirked, a smirk who made her legs almost give out.
,It´s not perverted unless you´re naked. And it is a pleasure to look at you.¨ he murmured silkily.
Wasn´t this guy shy once? Why wasn´t he stuttering like he usually did around women, then again, his relationship with Mouri must have changed him somewhat.
Kami, what was he saying? Was this him who was talking? But then he realized, yes, yes it was, he was saying the things he had always wanted to say, the things which kept torturing him every night and every day, every moment of his life.
He turned serious, and looked her straight in the eye.
love you.¨
He said it, no tremor in his voice, nothing, just the words he had been dying to articulate for so long.
Did he ...
,You what?¨ She breathed disbelievingly, her eyes wide, her lips dry.
He smiled softly, noticing the emotion playing in her voice, and he said it again.
,There´s something I forgot to tell you before you left: I love you. ¨
She had been dying to hear his voice, but to hear those words, to see the smile accompanying them, she felt weak, so weak, and yet she was never more powerful.
She jumped on him almost, hugged him fiercely, her emotion having full reign for the first time in her life, tears falling onto his broad chest, as he rocked her back and forth, hugging her back with all his might, crushing her to him.
Looking up she smiled through her tears, whispering her secret to him.
love you too.¨
He leaned down, kissing away her tears, his lips like the caress of rose petals, descending onto hers, sealing them into a sweet kiss, that ended all too soon.
Sighing, Shiho relaxed in his strong arms, feeling his pulse, and realizing that for the first time in years she had felt a breath escape her, had felt emotion stirring in her heart.
He smiled at her, his smile so gentle and loving she was afraid it would make her melt right now. She was a surprise, but then again, she always surprised him.
,I´m just too irrestible. ¨ He muttered under his breath, her eyes instantly turning ironic, even though full of love.
,You´re getting too cocky Shinichi...¨
,Well then, it´s good you´re here to keep me from the sin of arrogance. ¨ He replied smiling, enjoying the childish banter he had missed for so long.
Lifting an eyebrow, she muttered something like, you´re an idiot, but not even that, made his mood go down.
Taking her into his arms he started laughing, wirbeling her through the air, making her squeak and cling to him, but still knowing one irremediable truth: they loved each other, and nothing, no doubt, no pain, no Ran, was going to tear them apart.
Somewhere in heaven, an old man smiled softly.
,I´ve had the time of my life. It´s your turn now.¨
,Hey, Agasa, did you just blow up Petrus´ office?¨
,Ok, so perhaps not all bad habits remain outside of heaven...¨