Good morning friends. Today I bring you the first part of my memoirs, which may be the longest chapter and the trigger of the whole fic. I recommend you to have patience when reading it, because it has unexpected appearances, unique, tender and sad moments. So don't be overwhelmed and enjoy it.

ATTENTION! The following story you are about to read is a non-profit fan fic that is intended solely to entertain Detective Conan fans looking to have a good time. The reproduction rights, characterization of the characters do not belong to me, but to the great Gosho Aoyama, creator of the series and that I hope he can continue writing for many more years IbaƱez in number of years? Doesn't matter, whatever it is, Detective Conan is already inside the Olympus of the best comics in history) Let's start!

Chapter 2. Memories of a life without reason

In the depths of the river, the body of the young Rossetto was slowly sinking unconscious, letting himself be carried away by the water, at that moment he entered a state of unconsciousness.

(From this point on, they are the memories of our character while he is unconscious, the chapter will be subdivided into parts, telling everything in first person).

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Memory 1 - How it all started

Why?

Why did I do what I did that led to that situation? I remember now. I did it for her. For her beautiful memory.

My eyes were opening little by little and all I could see were liters and liters of water like weights, sending me towards the abyss, while a brilliant light was above me, as if calling me. It was so beautiful and unreachable, that I felt my time had come.

What is that light on the surface?

The sky?

I suddenly fell into everything that had happened up to now.

"Oh no... it's the moonlight reflected on the water, that means I'm still alive. Then why haven't I died? Why am I in...?

Suddenly, my body begins to burn, as if my skin were burning, but how was that possible?

"I remember now, the APTX 4869, just before I launched it I swallowed it. Now what I feel is nothing more than the effects of the shrinkage that simply consists of the destruction of muscle and bone cells... I will never understand how she got it".

My mind reacted unexpectedly to the memories of a little redheaded girl with sharp green eyes and a sweet smile.

She...

"I remember everything, the reason I did all this was for her" when I realized in the situation I was in, it was a little late. I close my eyes and let myself be carried away by the intense pain "but it's too late, I can't do anything. Forgive me...Shiho", which gradually took a back seat and was replaced by the memories themselves.

In the organization, my alias is Rossetto, the absurd name of an alcoholic beverage that serves to hide my true identity from the world. Ryouri Hantaro, that's my real name. I am 28 years old and since I can remember I have been an orphan child who has been passing from family to family without receiving love. Because of that, I became cold, aggressive and distant with others, very soon I became the most hated being by everyone. I didn't have parents, they abandoned me as a newborn, but I would have liked to have asked them for explanations. Then, one day, when I was fourteen years old, while returning to my room at the orphanage after being returned by another family, I discovered through a conversation, something that would change my life, forever.

-Poor creature! What horrible parents abandoned poor Ryouri... Does anyone know what they did? - said a tall, young woman with an outfit that looked like a nurse's and a strange white curved pamela on top of her head. A family had just returned to me, and from the door of the office I listened attentively.

-I heard that her mother worked as a researcher in a laboratory, but she died during childbirth- said the voice of a woman, those words left me sad, I finally knew who my mother was, I felt very sad that she died. "Mom, snif" I dried my eyes and in that instant I heard another voice that kept me interested.

-And his father," asked another woman

-That man was a business guy from a big Japanese corporation, he had no time for children, so he donated it to the orphanage. It's very sad and I don't like to talk about these issues, because a lot of the money we receive monthly is donated by his corporation," answered another of the caregivers.

-Yes, and what was that man's name?

-I don't remember the name, so many people passed by here, but I will never forget his last name "Karasuma".

"Karasuma" repeated. I froze as soon as I heard all the conversation of those women "My father", I said, at that moment my face lit up and I was filled with happiness, I knew my father's last name, but it wouldn't be difficult to find people with that name, but suddenly I heard some words that remained engraved in my mind.

But from what I heard, the father and mother were not together, this child was born through an out-of-wedlock relationship, and when the mother died from strange circumstances during childbirth, the father wanted to get rid of the child. How do you think society would react to a scandal like that?

-Yes, a bastard child that no one wants, not even his parents. - said one of them rudely, who was immediately reproached by another, but the damage was already done. I started to walk away from the door with my eyes watering.

-Hey, don't say those things. -Poor kid! I could hear before I ran down the hall. Such a dark shadow full of sadness, rage and hate took possession of me, who at that very moment, was crying because of those hurtful words and for once I understood the situation my life was in and what kind of value I had. I was an outcast. A young man destined to be hated by society and not happy.

I climbed the stairs in the main hall of the orphanage that led to the children's rooms on the second floor. My door was number 12, but it wasn't that I was happy to have my own room, as I shared it with Shatoshi, a boy my own age who enjoyed picking on me, I just hoped I wouldn't be in the room.

Once I got to my door, my tears dried up and the dark aura disappeared a little bit, but small stripes on the sides of my head came out threatening, I wanted to not give it so much importance. I opened the door and to my dismay there was the rooster on duty, sitting on my bed reading a couple of sleeve magazines with a stupid irritating laugh, he looked up as soon as he noticed my presence, slammed the magazine shut and threw it to the floor without taking his eyes off me.

-Well, the wunderkind is back," he said. "What's the matter, another family turned their back on you? At the rate you're going, you'll end up getting older and no one wants to adopt you.

I decided to hold back, now I don't feel like fighting or having fights with anyone. Ignore your comment.

-Satoshi, get out of my bed," I said in a harsh tone of voice, but it wasn't enough for Satoshi's self-consciousness that I was increasing the jokes.

-What are you talking about?" he said in a mocking tone. "This is my bed!

-Don't tempt me-

-Bah it doesn't matter. Anyway, I'm leaving this joint next week. An English family wants to take me in. I will live in London or anywhere in the south, I will be in a country house with a driver, butlers and all the luxuries. Then I will say: GOD to the bad life and and hello to the good life!

-I don't know what those English people will see in you that no one else has. If they knew how cruel and spoiled you could be, they might consider adopting you," I said.

By saying that, Shatoshi's excited and happy face gradually changed to a malicious and mischievous one. As I was bothered by that guy and his very expressive faces, he let go:

-Says the bastard boy who no one wants," he said in a malicious voice. What produced an inner rage, he smiled contentedly at the pale face I put on and continued, "I know. Everyone knows the story of the boy who was left by his parents because he was a mistake... -

-I said coldly, but it was not enough for that boy to stop, I now think, that if I had not listened to him, none of this would have happened.

-Don't talk to me, you scum! You know, it's a pity your mother didn't have an abortion, otherwise she would still be alive," said that repellent boy with malice. I tried to restrain myself, but those words moved my heart quickly, and before I could help it, I gave him a beating that almost killed him on the spot.

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Memory 2 - Looking for a motivation.

The beating that I gave Shatoshi left him dying. The caregivers, scared, reported me to the disciplinary board, taking my case to trial, which concluded with a sentence of at least three years up to my 17 years of age and labeling me as a "troubled boy with a disability of social acceptance. That kind of label made me angry with the judges, they didn't understand anything about what was happening to me. I'm sure they never had to assume that they were a freak or that their parents didn't want them to be born; but even so the sentence was fair and the orphanage had to pay a good sum of money, but I got the worst of it, internment in a juvenile facility and with daily medical sessions.

That place was not so different from the orphanage, only that you could not go outside, you had consultations with various psychologists and there were only police, the rest was like being at home. Everything changed one day in one of the interviews, I had a psychologist who was wearing very big glasses, who besides being nice, was so kind and at the same time an idiot to get some innocent smile out of me. Almost at the end of the interview, he put his question book aside, looked at me from you to you, as if I were a colleague, and said

-From what you've been telling me, what you need is a motivation to live-

-You're wrong, I can't be motivated by anything," I said dryly.

-And that? -

-Because I don't deserve to be happy," I said as I tried to hold back my tears as I remembered the words of those caregivers.

That psychologist got up from his chair. He circled the desk and bent over to observe me.

-Ryouri, don't ever say that again. No one is born into this world by accident. We all have a reason to live. You have yours," he said insistently, which irritated me a little.

-You are wrong doctor, I don't want to live. I want to die. I have nothing and no one to live for," I said coldly

- You don't want to die, you just give up easily. Just because you've never had the love of real parents or no friends at the orphanage doesn't mean you can't find happiness. You can be happy if you want.

-What? -

-I told you before. You have to find a motivation in your life that makes you want to move on, but hurting others to silence that inner emptiness is not the solution. because then you would be just like your father in abandoning you.

-I don't want to be like them, but then how can I find that motivation," I said, trying to sound selfless.

-There are always reasons to live, try for example to get closer to people, maybe you will find a person who will end up mattering.

-I will not. I refuse," I said, shaking my head frantically. "There are only bad people in this world.

-It's not true," he said. "There is a phrase my father said that I will never forget: There are no good or bad people. Only people who do good things or bad things of their own free will. I know that people have hurt you, but not everyone is the same. There are wonderful people in this world who would give their lives for you. I know that you need someone, that you are sick of being alone.

I looked down at the desk table that contained scrambled papers, but I was given the slightest bit of it, I felt an immense rage that took hold of me, no one has ever cared about me. Nobody loves me and now this man I had just met tells me that? I clenched my fists together with my teeth and looked at the professor with a glancing eye.

-You don't know me, and I don't need to make anyone happy or have any friends. I like to be alone," I said sharply, looking at one of the illustrated posters I had stuck all over my office, all of which were motivational messages, but I was indifferent to them.

Then that kind man dedicated some words to me that I would never forget.

-That's what you want to believe, but Ryouri, realize that you are human. Something that characterizes us from other creatures is that we are sociable beings...with the ability to speak, think and feel, that makes us very special, that's why we all need someone in our lives, whether it's a parent, a friend, because they are a fundamental part of our happiness, otherwise we would be lost and psychologist gets out of his chair and walks around standing next to him- If you think that following the path of life is only the best solution for you, then doing so is your decision, but you are going to find yourself very alone and empty inside which will only make you want to end it all...that is one of the worst decisions a human can choose. Think about it -

The psychologist left me alone in that room, while my head repeated those words, I went back to my single room, lay down on the bed and had a mental debate

"What should I do with my life from now on? Does it make sense to make others happy? All my life I have spent watching the children playing with each other on the swings, in the lively discussions in the dining room...wondering what was it that made them so happy? Obviously from an analytical point of view, it's not that I wished I had what they had, but it made me a little weird to be different from them. What shocked me, so to speak, was that so many families took the children, those I observed, and took them away and almost none were returned, so obviously compare my situation to theirs. What was it about me that made people not love me? Was I so hated that I couldn't be loved by anyone at least once in my life? "My eyes filled with tears and I cried all night while my moans echoed like ghostly voices camouflaging themselves in the darkness.

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Memory 3 - Making a difference

Days later, I had not reached any conclusion, but instead I was plunged into a great mental block, I kept repeating over and over again the words of that psychologist, until one day, I was sitting at one of the dining room tables when I heard a noise of trays falling on the floor. I could see the surprised and horrified looks of everyone, so when I turned around to see what was happening, I was stunned to see something horrendous.

Two tall, muscular young men, one who would not have been more than 16 years old and another who was about to come of age, were harassing another who was much smaller and wearing glasses. I sighed and decided not to pay attention to the scene "Whatever it is, it's none of my business.

-Please help me," said the young man looking at both sides of the dining room, hoping that some charitable soul would want to help him,

At that moment, the police were on the side of the dining room, standing aside from everything and waiting for one of them to strike the first blow to intervene. "Sons of bitches, why don't you get your wonderful ass out there and help him? That's what they're there for, right? "Ryouri thought, but he came to the conclusion that those Smurfs didn't give a shit what happened. "The justice of this country is shit" I thought, looking at my plate again selflessly, if I got into trouble with them, I would receive a punishment, then that poor boy was alone before a sea of wolves about to attack him, "Nobody will intercede for him" I looked at my hands with sadness I couldn't do anything, besides I swore that I wouldn't care about people.

-Hahaha, do you see anyone who wants to help you," said the boy, "you are alone! Here we are all criminals, murderers or thieves, nobody is going to move a muscle for you!

Suddenly, when I heard those words, "We are all criminals" something reacted in me, that's when I remembered the words of my psychologist "There is a phrase my father said that I will never forget: There are no good or bad people. Only people who do good things or bad things of their own free will. I know that people have hurt you, but not everyone is the same" I tried to block that out in a desperate attempt "No. Stop. All people are cruel" but it was useless and I realized the truth.

-It's true. We are criminals, but first and foremost we are people and like that boy you are beating up, I am weak and useless. Me too, I hit a boy with the intention of venting my anger, I am not more than you, but if it made a difference I could follow a better path where there is kindness - I opened my eyes many times and hardened my gaze. I got up dragging my chair, causing all eyes to fall on me, even those of the bullies and the poor boy. Then I spoke without moving an inch from my posture-you are a bunch of cowards. Aren't you ashamed to mess with someone your own size?

-Who do you think you are to talk to your elders like that? - shouted one of them angrily and nervously, no doubt he didn't expect any of this and intended to intimidate, but he had been completely wrong.

-My elders?" I laughed, then I turned to them with a serious face-you are just a bunch of cowardly kids who want to vent their pain on others.

-Shut up, what do you know?-

-I know, because it has happened to me," I said with a sharp look, without my knowing it, from one of the tables my psychologist was watching me with a proud smile, at least that's how I would like to believe it. I always believed that if I took out my pain on others I could be happy, I was wrong, and I learned that hurting others will not fill that emptiness in your soul, it will only increase the desire for loneliness and emptiness. So choose...do you prefer a life full of emptiness or do you prefer to make others happy to feel better?

I had messed up, I thought my words were a nonsense that would only increase their desire to this young man, mentally I asked for forgiveness, but then something surprised me. The two young men fell to their knees and cried bitterly, because of the horrible life they had to go through, promising with it not to hurt anyone.

That act certainly changed my life, and very soon I started to help, to be kind and loving to everyone and to look for some friends, but unfortunately none of that was as easy as I expected. There were kids who appreciated my work, but others took advantage of my kindness to do illegal things, when I thought it was for their own good. Anyway, that destroyed me. And I was beginning to believe that friendship didn't exist.

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Memory 4 - The man with the pale face

The years went by, when I was eighteen years old, a man appeared suddenly in our orphanage, who just by seeing his face, seemed to have come from the world of nightmares.

Before it all started, I found myself cleaning the kitchen as I had done every day since I had returned from the center. I had earned a bad reputation among the other children and caregivers and soon I started to stop being the boy who went unnoticed to the boy most feared and hated by everyone; but that didn't affect me so much, I was used to receiving all kinds of criticism that pain was something very common in me.

As I was cleaning the countertop full of bowls and pre-cleaned potato chips, at that moment I heard behind me a voice so cold as a man's that it sounded like a dead man.

-are you Ryouri Hantaro? -

With a tremor of my whole body, I turned around in fear wondering who that guy was once and what I found left me frozen, almost ending up with a heart attack, which gave me a jump. In front of me, only three meters away, under the door frame, there was an old man of medium height, bent over to the point of glimpsing a small hump on his back, the whole weight of his body was supported by a hand stick with the symbol of a raven instead of a handle. His huge brown eyes looked like they were going to come out of their sockets. His face looked like a corpse to which old pieces of skin had been added on his face and his dishevelled hair completely white framed his tenebrism. That man transmitted an evil aura that could be reflected in his little movements of eyes, mouth and face... maybe they were my imagination, maybe many people judge him by his external appearance, like me. But I didn't know why, I felt something was binding me to this guy.

-Yes- I answered with a tremor, I thought I should relax so as not to miss the education- Who are you?

-I'm an old friend of your father's," he said as he walked around the room, carefully observing it.

When I first heard my father's name, I was indifferent, I did not want to see the man I most hated in this world. I stopped what I was doing and looked at that man seriously.

-And what do you want? I said, "I don't want anything to do with the father who abandoned me.

-He spat out as he opened one of the shelves.

That was the last straw. Apart from him leaving me, was he going to give me a job now? Was this some kind of joke or something? Because at that moment I felt my body burning with rage.

-Wait, you come all this way just to tell me that you are a friend of my father, who abandoned me in an orphanage for eighteen years and now that I am about to become independent, do you want to give me a job?

-I see you've got the message- I say with a scary smile that I was getting goose bumps. That man was crazy if he thought I would accept.

-And if I refuse," I said, crossing my arms seriously and wanting to hit the man who was making me sick. "Of all people, he abandoned me. Why should I accept his offer now?

-Because you have no other choice, Hantaro-kun," he said with a mocking laugh, looking at him for the first time, fixing his dark eyes on the young man and walking step by step to him. -You don't know what this is about, do you, boy? My boss is one of the most powerful men in all of Japan and a no for an answer and even more so being his son, he could destroy all the life you have.

-My life is not worth anything thanks to him," I said sincerely with disgust at those words, "Let him do what he wants with me, I don't care, as if he were cutting off my head. I've already given you my answer," I said as I approached his face. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have things to do," I said as I went back to clean the counter.

That man, takes out a syringe from his pocket

-I see that you leave me no other choice-

Suddenly, I feel something sticking in my neck, a mosquito? and then my world starts to move, little by little, at different rhythms. I look at my hand and it feels very distorted.

-What...'s going on, my voice was just as distorted.

I began to get dizzy with all the bright colors and collapsed to the floor as that mysterious man stared at me with a grim smile and wide eyes. My eyelids fell and everything went black.

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Memory 5. My new home

When I regained consciousness, my eyes opened and the first thing they saw was a white ceiling. When I got up from my bed I discovered to my surprise that I was in a strange white room, with a window in the background. I got up and approached this one, which left me speechless, before my eyes there were ten floors of difference. I moved back several meters in fear until I hit a wooden door.

-Q...but what the hell is going on?" I asked scared looking everywhere, in that to my confused mind came memories of a few hours ago: the terrifying man and that dizziness. I began to put the pieces together and my eyes opened to a revelation that made sense... That man must have drugged me with some kind of needle and brought me here.

I opened the door to that room and as I walked out I found myself in a long narrow corridor of doors that extended in two directions as far as the eye could see.

-What is this site?

I started to walk on the right side for a good stretch, increasing the speed every three seconds. Many people came out of their rooms and looked at me with a strange face. I would look at them in agony as I ran. Shortly after, I saw an elevator in the background. Finally, my ticket was ready to leave, but just as I was about to dial a number, the doors opened and I was staring seriously. She wouldn't have been more than fifteen years old, but from her uniformed appearance, she seemed to be older. She analyzed me with her eyes and suddenly a faint smile formed on her face.

-Are you Hantaro-kun?

-Ehm...yes? - I asked in surprise, "But what's a little girl doing in a place like this? And since I knew my name" that was a day full of unpleasant surprises

-Come with me, I have a lot to explain and little time to do it- he says taking a step back to signal me to go up, suspiciously I went up, because I was curious to know what the hell that place was, once the doors were closed, the elevator started to go down.

-I suppose you have a lot of questions," read my mind that girl.

- Why do you keep me here? I demanded in anger, but the girl did not change her expression

-No one is holding you back, Ryouri," said the inexpressive girl raising an eyebrow. "You can leave whenever you want, but no one guarantees that you won't be killed by hundreds of security guards.

- Kill me? What is this about? What is this place?" I said, raising my voice, the girl looked at me.

-If I were you, I would calm down and begin to take on the situation you find yourself in," said the girl who believed herself with authority.

-I deserve an explanation. What is this site?

-Your new home, Hantaro-kun The Karasuma headquarters. One of the most important corporations of the century," Akemi said in a somewhat boring tone of voice, but I didn't notice that.

-Karasuma...? Wait a minute, this is my father's company? ask in shock, opening your eyes. The girl looked at me sideways and sighed heavily.

-Exactly," he said in a neutral tone. "He expressly asked me to give you a tour of the main building. So that you could get used to it.

-The very son of... -I mumbled at the girl's statement, I was very angry with him, but before I could finish the sentence, the elevator stopped and I heard a woman's voice through the speakers "Floor 7.

-U...research unit? - I said perplexed-I don't like the name at all-

-Before showing you the rest of the building, you should know what we do here and what your role is in all this-

-And what is-

She didn't answer, making me imagine anything horrible, she gave me bad vibes. I swallowed saliva. The doors open revealing a long white corridor, similar to the one where I was living.

-This way!

-Already, a very reserved girl, affirm with a disinterested expression.

She began to walk down the wide hallway and I reluctantly followed her. We walked for a while and opened one of the doors on the right revealing a huge control room where at the back you could see a large display case with a clean room and robots on top.

-This is where we carry out rigorous experiments, the research unit, where the best scientists from all over the planet work side by side to achieve a goal-

-What kind of target," I asked in surprise as I walked through the control area, "are you working on some kind of cancer cure or something? Although I don't know what to expect from the old man.

-That is confidential. Even I and the people who work don't know what they're doing. It's the people upstairs who know and give us the instructions," he said with a shoulder gesture.

-I asked sarcastically, "How nice!" I said with sarcasm and surprise; I didn't understand what kind of employee-boss relationship they had in that place, but if you start keeping secrets, it must not be very good.

-Not that I find it funny to work for them," I whisper with my eyes just behind my bangs, but something in my ears catches on.

-Huh? You were saying - I find it disinterested.

-Nothing. and answering your question. The Karasuma Group is a very cautious corporation. The privacy of those above makes it easy not to leak information to other rival companies, in case one of the workers decides to make unfair competition... We live in an era of mistrust. You can't trust anything or anyone," he said in a serious yet disturbing voice. She turns and looks out of the window in the next room-just to tell you that what we do here will change the course of history.

-I don't know if you just noticed, but what you just said is a typical super villain's phrase- I joked by making the girl blink, I'm walking towards her- Look, I honestly don't care what all the fuss is about, so now tell me, how can I get out of here?

-Well, just so you know, this "move" as you call it, is going to be your job," he confessed with a frown.

-No, no way," I confessed.

-Yes, you don't, you won't be able to get a class B license-

-A what? - I asked in confusion as I tried to come to terms with what was going to happen to me from that day on.

-Hm? Oh right, it's an exit pin that allows you to exit and there are several types depending on the exit times allowed: There are two types. Class C, are those who can not leave the premises, usually are test subjects or novices like you on this site.

-I have not yet said that I want to work here," I confessed, but she did not listen to me.

-Class B permit, they have a limited number of hours. The maximum is up to one day. Two if justified. That is usually provided by the vast majority of scientists and computer scientists from the various plants - he interrupted.

-And the A-class," I said, trying to deflect the issue

-My face was full of emotion-but forget, the only people who can get that permission are field agents and special missions.

I roared to myself "Gee, lucky some people" and I had no choice but to use the shitty permit.

-What do I have to do to get a class B? -

-Very easy, working here and moving up the ladder," he said with a satisfied look. My expression becomes terrifying.

-You... you've got to be kidding me. First. You brought me here against my will, secondly you tell me that I need a special permission that is obtained by promoting positions... That will never happen in life! I don't know what you've been told, but I'm not a scientist and I don't have any experience, but if I flunked all the math tests because of my lack of concentration -

-Do you think it's funny to me, too? he said with his arms crossed

-Oh, if you also think I'm not good for this, why do you insist?

-I just follow orders and I honestly don't know what the boss saw in you. You don't even have the knowledge of a great scientist like my father had.

-Your father? - I asked confusedly-he was a scientist? Well, what father leaves a child alone in this place?

Akemi's angry look settled on me and I carried her hand around my neck pressing against the window pane.

-Look, I want to make one thing clear, don't mention my father, if you don't want it to be the last thing you do in your life.

-Yes, I'm sorry- -I said almost without breathing. She relaxed her gaze and let me go, I fell to the ground regaining my breath and looked with fear at Akemi who was pretending nothing was wrong.

-Well. Let's continue the visit," he says as he approaches the entrance door, but before leaving he stops and looks in profile, "and you're wrong, I'm not alone, I have a younger sister with me.

I follow her back to the elevator as I look at her in my thoughts. For a moment I was saddened. When I was in the elevator, I thought that someone might try to like me, but I understood that Akemi and I were separated by a huge gap that prevented us from ever being friends. It was a pity and it hurt me that the first day in that place started off so badly.

Once Akemi accompanied me to my room, I felt a little dull, imprisoned by my father and in pain during the journey. I hated that place and wished more than anything I could get out of there, but I knew very well that what I would find out there would be more of the same, but much worse. If there was any place on that miserable planet where I could fit in and be happy existed, I clenched my fists and promised that I would do everything to get out of that place; but soon that place would become a real hell.

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Memory 6. Finish everything.

Days later, in the corridor of the seventh floor. I ran away like a soul that the devil was carrying, scared, not noticing if he was chasing me or just decided to pass, I did not hear his voice since the only thing I could hear was my constant breathing and my heart going a thousand times a hour. I reached the end of the corridor, where there is an elevator, next to it, the emergency door with the EXIT sign on it.

Quickly I opened the door, there were some stairs that went zigzagging up and down. For a moment I thought I was going up, but suddenly I heard footsteps coming from below and they were getting closer, I didn't have time to know who I was nor did I want to in case I was discovered. I started to climb the stairs until I entered the roof of the building

It had begun to get dark, I could see around me an infinity of lights from the different buildings in the background the sound of cars on the streets, for a moment I was happy to feel again the soft breeze of the wind and the lights, but on the other hand, I had nowhere to run, I was trapped and I did not want to go back to that place knowing what I know now. There was only one option to end it all. My life was meaningless at that moment and I thought that if I threw myself into the void, everything would end, I would not suffer anymore and I could be happy. I approached the edge of the building, looked for a few moments at the void, closed my eyes and took a step forward as the tears fell, then heard a voice "Nooo" I open my eyes surprised and suddenly, someone holds me from behind. He embraces me. I look at my chest and see small hands clinging to me. My gaze shakes, I step back and he hears a voice.

-Don't do it," said a teenage girl's voice, "Life is very precious, if you decide to end it now. There will be no turning back. Even if you see everything black now, there will always be a way to happiness. That's what you said one day. Please, if those words you said to me a few days ago were real, prove it and don't run away like a coward. I will be by your side for whatever you need. If you want to cry, cry on my shoulder. If you want to talk, talk to me, but don't do that.

After a long time, words like these had never reached me like that day before. I put one foot back on the ground, while those little hands were still clinging to my body, I couldn't help crying on the floor while that guy was consoling me by whispering a kind of song that stuck in my mind, we spent three minutes in that position, for me they were infinite and precious. No one had ever cared so much about me in my life,

That girl's arms continued to hover over me for a long time, giving me a warmth I had never witnessed before; but longing to experience it sometime "So this is love" I asked myself as several tears ran down my cheeks under the cover of the full moon. I immediately burst into tears of bitterness, but the child continued to cling to me and her sweet voice caressed my ears.

-Let it all out," she said as I felt her cheek rest on my back.

I obeyed and let out a cry full of agony, pain until my strength began to fail, I wanted to turn around to see the girl who had saved my life, I wanted to know who she was so I could thank her

-Who...who are you?

but my vision began to blur until everything turned black, but before I lost consciousness, I could see beautiful blue eyes and short reddish hair and from his lips I could hear a name before everything became blurred and fell to the ground.

-I am Shiho Miyano-

...

News - river

Those words were repeated in Ryouri's mind over and over again, while he let himself be dragged into the depths of the sea, not even three minutes passed and the pain of his whole body had disappeared, his lungs were in danger of water entry, they did not last that long since at some point he was going to drown; but suddenly, Ryouri opens his eyes, looks around, raises his head and starts swimming desperately to the light. When he emerges, he lets out a big breath of air and starts swimming to the river bank.

Once it is reached, it crawls on the ground with its hands to dry land until it falls backwards, then it says a name "Shiho" and faints again without facing the dangers that await it.

...

10:50 p.m. Wednesday - Walker Mansion. Tokyo

The sliding garage door opens in the middle of the night. The silhouette of a large man, Johnny Walker, enters the garage and heads to the middle of the room, where there was a green tarp covering something. He unfolds it revealing a silver Harley Davidson motorcycle. The man had spent a good fortune all those years to get it in the United States, luckily he didn't pay anything for it. Two years earlier, he had stolen it from a drug dealer in Chicago, after shooting it three times. One of the advantages of being a professional hitman.

He takes a black full-face helmet on a work table, puts it on top of his head, followed by a suit of the same color: black jeans, black rubber boots, black shirt and ending with a lollipop that once he puts it on, he zippers it up to the top and puts on leather gloves without the finger protections and followed by rings on each finger with the initials: VENGEANCE on the fingers of the left hand and JUSTICE on the right (this element was taken from the film The Night of the Hunter (1955) by Charles Laughton). Whoever saw him, nobody would notice who he really is and he also designed his full-face helmet to prevent his face from being seen. This was how he did most of his work and until then he had not failed. He only hoped to finish as soon as possible with that new work commissioned by Vermouth, which surprised him greatly... He took his cell phone and looked again at the photo of the man and the child simultaneously and laughed with that strange accent:

- I still can't believe those Karasuma group bastards got a method to rejuvenate. It sounds absurd and unfounded; but if it turns out to be true... anyone in the world with a good wad of cash would pay well to get such power. I have to get hold of that secret before Vermouth finds it and I'm left with nothing. -He gets on the Harley, turns it on and makes a noise that reverberates throughout the house. My target is probably close by, and when I catch him, I will force him to confess his secret.

He squeezes the gas pedal of the bike and runs out of the garage at full throttle, flooding the night with a chilling noise mixed with gasoline and a grim laugh that was coming to haunt our little protagonist and his new friends.

...

11:00 p.m. Wednesday - Professor Agase's house. District 2. Block 22. City of Beika (Tokyo)

Ai Haibara's blue eyes suddenly opened up, while she breathed uncontrollably, drenched in sweat. She looked around and relaxed when she saw that she was at Professor Agasa's house and next to him, on another futon, she was sleeping peacefully amidst loud snoring, Ai smiled at the sight of that scene, remembering that the first days it was hard for her to assimilate those heartbreaking snores, but with time she grew fond of them, anyway, that life she had forged was much better than the one she had had in the organization; But that night memories came to his mind that he thought were forgotten and buried. A delicate, sad story that she had had with a young man much older than herself whom she considered her best friend, and who taught her almost everything she knew in life, but who, like everyone else in the organization and the people, abandoned her. That shameless rat who promised me that they would leave the organization together, that they would seek happiness together; but that never happened, because one day, he ended up being consumed by the power and evil of the organization. He hated that person more than any other, thanks to him, he was never able to trust anyone until Conan appeared in his life and much of the wisdom and love he received from him and the youth league, he was able to walk on the right path facing his past and fighting. But that was completely different. He could not extract the pain that this person had caused him, no matter how much he wanted to. She thought she was doomed to carry it around for the rest of her life.

He took his hand to his chest and squeezed it tightly, while several tears ran down his cheek from his eyes. Ai noticed, took one in her hands and looked surprised as her hand trembled in shock.

-The...tears," he said in a trembling voice, "Why?

He curled up with his legs inside the futon and sobbed at the bottom, he hadn't felt that way in a long time. He had only cried a few times, once in front of Conan when he reproached him for not being able to save his sister.

-You don't deserve my tears, be sure, I will never forgive you for not keeping your promise," he said in a tearful voice.

The little sobs of the girl were camouflaged among the deafening snores of Agasa, until the sun's rays touched the dawn.

To be continued in chapter 3. City of bright memories


PERSONAL REFLECTION.

In the world we live in today, the term happiness has become banal. Now anyone who wins the lottery, buys a yacht, gets a PlayStation, he says... "I am the happiest man/woman in the world" Let's see, maybe it's good things you have and they satisfy you to a great extent, but you have to take into account that all that ends and what you ended up saying a day or a month ago, as time goes by you consider it "As something else".

True happiness is difficult to describe, but one thing is true: it never lasts forever because we live in a hard world and I think, I don't know if you do too, that there is no greater happiness than that which is provided by the company of your loved ones.


Thank you very much, once again, for reading this fic!

You may be a little bewildered here at the end and find everything a little messy, but don't worry. It is not a mistake. I decided to save those moments of how Ryouri started in the organization, for future caps to which I will add flashbacks in concrete situations; but even so I hope you liked it very much and see you in the next chapter.