Hello to all.
Welcome to a new chapter of Detective Conan. The CELTs case, or Case Closed. A CELT's project.
I hope you're liking what we've been doing;For now we're discovering quite a few things about Ryouri's life through the flashbacks like: who she is, where she comes from and the strange relationship she has with Shiho Miyano and that mysterious kiss that hopefully will be clarified in today's chapter (I won't advance anything for spoilers xd)... there are still many secrets to discover and that throughout the chapters will be unveiled. I hope you like what I bring you today. A hug and enjoy.
WARNING! The following story you are about to read is a non-profit fan fic that is only meant to entertain those Detective Conan fans who are looking for a good time. The rights of reproduction, characterization of the characters do not belong to me, but to the great Gosho Aoyama, creator of the series and I hope he can continue writing for many more years (Will his work surpass the masterful Francisco Ibañez's Mortadelo y Filemón in number of years? Whatever the case, Detective Conan is already in the Olympus of the best comics in history) Let's begin!
Chapter 5. Farewell letter
The world stopped at the very moment he saw those electric blue eyes that lit up his body and at the same time his face lit up with so much emotion that he looked like a complete tomato, but he didn't care, after many years waiting for a moment to meet her he had finally done it. In front of him stood the most important girl in his life.
Shiho Miyano.
And who was now parading among a group of children who looked like primary school children.
"So she did take the APTX after all," he thought to himself, marvelling at her appearance as a little girl of no more than 8 years old, "She hasn't changed a bit.
He was standing still in his place watching her, oblivious to time itself, until three seconds later, her serious face is staring back at him. His heart races like a steam engine picking up speed while in his throat he feels a terrible lump that prevents him from saying a word, all he does is form a nervous smile pleading for her to acknowledge him. She stares at him for no more than three seconds with a look of boredom and looks back at the line. Ryouri froze in her tracks.
"Did he... really didn't recognise me?" he thought with a great pressure that was slowly building up. He watched as he walked away towards the door at the same time as his golden opportunity. He frowned. "No, I can't let her leave without talking to her first." He watched the line end and stepped to the end of it and followed her. If he pretended to be one of the children, maybe she would take him to where she lived and it would be easier to be alone. He walked out of the door of the museum, drops began to fall from the sky, touching his body little by little, and inevitably he remembered that day in the rain and that explosive kiss, he couldn't think about that, he had to concentrate. The line stopped at a small stop five metres from the museum door where a city bus was waiting for them. He watched as one by one the children got on the bus, at the same time as their teacher was counting "Horror!" thought Ryouri getting nervous.
"If he finds out I'm a stowaway he'll call the police and I won't be able to follow them... I have to think."
I looked carefully at the bus as the line moved forward. It was a 3 metre long city bus with three elongated windows on both sides, both sealed to the bus itself, impossible to enter through there and the back which he could not see very well, he suspected would have the same result. He had no choice but to resort to acting like a child, but first he needed to know where he was going. He caught the eye of a boy in front of him who was talking to another boy and gave him an annoyed look.
What do you want?
Where are we going to school?
To Teitan elementary school, in Beika Why, aren't you in line?
It's complicated.
The boy pouted and resumed the conversation with the other boy. Ryouri sighed in relief, "I almost thought he'd snitch," she thought. When it was Ryouri's turn to go up, the teacher stared at him for a long time before finally saying.
Hey," he said, looking at the list, "You're not one of my students! Who are you, little boy?
That teacher was certainly a beauty: tall, blue-eyed and with cropped hair down to her ears, she would have been about my age as an adult, but her heart was already in someone else's. She had to get into the role of a child. She had to put herself in the role of a child.
Sorry for the intrusion," he said with a hand on the back of his head, "but I'm new in town with my parents and I missed the bus they were on.
I'm sorry, do you want me to call someone," she said worriedly.
What's the matter, miss?" shouted the bus driver, showing his watch, it was obvious that he was in a hurry because of the time of the bus lines, "Are you in or not?
We have a problem here with a child who says his parents were on a different line!
I can't do much about it," he said in exasperation, "Let him wait for another bus!
He frowned at the bus driver and noticed that the children were staring at Ryouri through the windows, and the thought of Shiho watching him in the crowd made him panic. He wasn't ready for Shiho to suspect that he was being followed, so for now, he had to keep up appearances. But how?
I needed to come up with a plan, and fast!
Are you going to Beika," asked Ryouri nervously.
Yes, we are from Teitan Elementary School," said the teacher.
I'm in luck," he feigned surprise, "My house is near that school.
Really? That's good news - look at the bus - you don't mind if we take one more passerby? -
Do what you want, but quickly," he said angrily.
A smile of satisfaction crossed his face and he got on the bus and walked down the aisle looking through the rows of children in search of a free seat, but they were all occupied except for the ones at the back, at the same time he was looking at the children one by one trying to locate Shiho so as not to lose sight of her. He found her in the third row starting from the right side, leaning against the window staring absentmindedly at the road with a sad face. ryouri felt a great pressure to see her like that, he always hated to see her sad and every now and then he would ask her what she was thinking when she was sad, but in the situation she was in, she was vulnerable and couldn't intervene. He noticed a bespectacled boy sitting next to her, staring at him with a mixture of curiosity and mystery as he watched him pass, as if he had already suspected something was afoot. His heart stopped for a moment and he frowned, suddenly his appearance caught his attention, he didn't know why but his face seemed familiar.
"That child..."
The bus gave a jolt causing it to almost fall to the ground. One of the boys next to him looked up and said seriously.
Sit down if you don't want to end up with a sore arse.
Ryouri decided to take that warning seriously and staggered to the back seats and stayed in the middle seat where she had a good view of the main aisle and Shiho's seat, though the height of the seats only allowed her to see the bespectacled boy, but that's something. A triumphant smile appeared on his face "I'm here, I've made it... I finally found Shiho and I'm taking less than I expected, I just hope she's willing to collaborate".
Yes. That was another important topic that I hadn't thought about until that moment. Ryouri had a lot of things to clear up with her, she had to apologize to her for that mistake, that damn mistake that made their friendship go down the drain.
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Memory 15. Letter with thorns
I haven't slept a wink all night. My mind is a sea of mixed emotions and feelings. My gaze was fixed on the white ceiling above the bed in my room while the image of Shiho, the kiss and that space where he was alone came to my mind, but I had a doubt: who kissed me and Shiho were the same person, or was it all a dream, a product of some weird effect of the rain? There was no one on the roof, just the two of us, and if someone had come up the stairs, we would have noticed it, there was no other solution, but in that case, what should I do now?
Shiho, even though she was a child, I didn't know if she really kissed me because she had feelings for me or if it was due to the situation of the moment. But by saying a few words of love that can be translated as friendship, would it mean that she had to throw herself on my lips just like that? What if she really liked me? What should I do?How would I look at her face, nervous or confident? How would our relationship be from that moment on? How would I feel now when I was away from her for four years? I thought that if we talked about it we could stay friends until she came back from the States and start dating as a normal couple and see how things would work out. Yes, now many situations were going to be very uncomfortable like: stroking her hair while she sleeps as well as her face and at the same time, something new would open up for us: more respect, innocent compliments full of love, more emotional support, more trust and a lot of affection between the two of us. I wanted to give each and every one of those things to Shiho. To make her happy until I was breathless and until our days on earth finally ceased, but I couldn't rush into it so soon, I still didn't know how she felt about me or if she really wanted a relationship. It was only half a week before she left and I had to talk to her as soon as possible.
As the first rays of sunlight reflected off the glass buildings through my seventh-floor window, I sat down at the small desk with a light on and wrote a message:
My dear Shiho
Right now my mind is confused by a question and full of hope that your feelings for me are reciprocated. Was it you who kissed me on the roof yesterday? Don't tell me anything now, I'll wait for you this afternoon at our usual place. We have a lot to talk about.
Yours forever
Ryouri Hantaro
Once I finished, I put my pen aside and read it carefully and when I gave her the thumbs up, I left my room and went by her room, I knocked but she didn't seem to be in and I remembered that it was Tuesday and she was starting her shift early, Darn! I bent down and left it under the door, so that when she arrived she would have it on her feet and I went to the lab. That same afternoon, I used one of my tricks to sneak out to meet her, I was elated and prayed to God that she would be at her usual place, but once I arrived, she wasn't there. Was she late? I had no problem waiting for her, but more than three hours had passed and she still hadn't shown up. Finally, when I realised she wasn't there, I gave up and went back to the lab.
That night, as I was returning to my room exhausted from so much work, I noticed a letter tucked in an envelope on the door beneath my feet. My eyes widened with happiness. I picked it up and looked at it. On the back was written in large letters "Shiho Miyano" and for a moment an image came to my mind:
My dear Ryouri.
I read your message and I'm sorry I couldn't come to our meeting, but I hope that with this letter you can understand. As you may have noticed and realised, yes, the one who kissed you was me. For a long time I have wished I could do it but I had to restrain myself because of my age and for fear that our hearts would not be in tune with each other, but yesterday, when I heard you say those words, I was so moved that I could not help it. Forgive me. Now that I am going to America I regret not being able to spend more time with you, but know that you are mine and mine alone. My heart will always be yours even when I come back.
I love you.
Yours forever.
Shiho Miyano
Just imagining those words written in my mind made my body temperature rise to extremes where it almost made me dizzy. I hurriedly opened the door and locked myself inside. I went to the desk and sat down, switching on a light, I flipped open the envelope and when I opened the paper Shiho's words flooded my eyes, it was in excellent handwriting, with hardly any spelling mistakes, the handwriting of a real scientist, I didn't know she had such perfect handwriting; but the moment I read its contents, everything stopped, the room was filled with an eerie atmosphere.
My eyes were wide open, my hands trembled with every sentence I read, and my eyes became watery as my chest began to feel a wrenching tightness. I dropped the letter on the floor as I collapsed on my desk with a blank stare and a pale face like I had never had before. Those words tore me apart, I had a huge lump in my throat and a sobbing sob filled the room.
Ryouri.
Forgive me if I am too cold to you in this letter, but I must make things clear. I can't get that kiss out of my mind, those rough hands on my face, those eyes full of exacerbated lust and passion... for two days I haven't stopped having nightmares at night, I was even afraid to look at the door of my room in case you were spying on me while I was sleeping, even when I was walking in the corridors I had to be alert in case you appeared out of nowhere. I'm really scared of you, Ryouri, so I'll be very direct with you. I understood from minute one that you were in love with me. I never said anything because I always believed that no matter what feelings you had for me, our friendship was more important than anything. But receiving that kiss by force... made me understand that I gave you false hopes and let you do too many things (Touching her hair while she was sleeping, tickling her, bringing her close to your chest to sleep, holding her hand... things like that, don't get me wrong fans xd), I regret being too innocent with you! I don't know what kind of perverted thoughts would have crossed your mind, it's something that I can't understand... Are you out of your mind? I'm fourteen years old, damn it! I'm a girl who started to get my period a few months ago and who doesn't even know what love is and you still want to take advantage of me? I loved you like a brother and now I see that you're a disgusting lolicon! Imagining what you thought every time you touched my hair makes me gag. I can't take it anymore. I've been thinking about it all night and it's better if we don't see each other again. For your sake and mine, it's better that we go our separate ways from now on. Me in America and you here at Karasuma Group.
If you have ever cared about me in this life, I hope you will understand this decision and forget about me.
P.S. I don't want you to wait for me at the airport, seeing you would only bring more trouble.
Goodbye.
Shiho Miyano
As I finished the last line of that letter, a shiver ran up my spine as if a spectre had ended up in me. I felt my body begin to tremble and I dropped the letter along with my legs to the floor and burst into tears between terrible sobs, then a painful truth began to make sense inside my mind, recreating that day on the terrace in another way. My back was turned to Shiho, she asked me to go into the house, but I didn't want to, I was so frustrated that she was dodging the issue that without thinking I threw myself at her and...
No, it couldn't be, that meant that...
Had I forced Shiho to kiss me? Had I subdued her against her will? I looked at my hands and for a moment thought about what I was capable of doing with them. Rape an innocent girl I loved as much as my own life. Destroy everything. I brought my hands to my head and rested them on the ground. At that moment I was confused, but hours later, in the darkness of my room and in the same position, I began to believe everything in the letter.
"I'M A MONSTER, I don't deserve to live," I said out of my mind between heart-rending sobs.
The pain and suffering was so intense that little by little I was sinking into it. I had lost my friend, my only love, and it was all my fault, for not having kept quiet until the day of the airport. I no longer had anyone worth living for, in fact I didn't even feel like living anymore. Death seemed to me like an old friend that I miss from the glass of my window, I signalled to him at night to come and take me away once and for all so that I could stop suffering all that.
I was alone in a world of darkness!
...
Ryouri comes out of those thoughts shaking her head and takes three light breaths of air. The past really hurt and the mistakes she made were like splinters on the surface of her heart, nothing could heal what happened, she would be marked until the day she died if she didn't receive Shiho's forgiveness and she knew it wouldn't be that easy with how stubborn she was.
He didn't know why, but for some time now the boy with glasses kept looking at him out of the corner of his eye, trying to simulate. Could it be that he noticed that he kept looking at Shiho? If that were the case, was that boy his boyfriend?
Her Boyfriend.
Ryouri froze and a great uneasiness began to run through his body, as if inside him a huge whirlwind had been unleashed ready to stir up any feelings and memories of her, as he imagined her and that bespectacled boy doing boyfriend and girlfriend things. A flame of jealousy began to burn inside against that boy, but I fell into something and began to reflect a little to calm my nerves a bit.
"Relax, it has to be my assumptions, besides that boy must be about 8 years old and Shiho is already 19... being together would be a crime... although now that I think about it I kissed a fourteen year old girl when I was twenty, that makes me the wrong person to talk to..., but even so, would Shiho fall in love with a boy much younger than her? "
Hey, you again," said the voice of a boy next to him that brought him out of my thoughts, he turned his head and his eyes widened in surprise when he saw who it was.
...
A few moments ago...
Conan watches three seats ahead as the bus driver shouts out and immediately all the children's eyes are glued to the glass of the bus.
What's going on out there?
But he can't see anything, so he glances sideways at his companion Ai sitting next to him, who is staring blankly somewhere on the road. Ever since they were in that room she has been behaving very strangely. She barely observed the exhibition and spent most of the time looking at nothing, immersed in her thoughts; for a moment she thought that she didn't like some of the museum, but it was very rare in her, normally she would have launched some sarcastic comment or kept her face expressionless, but this time she only saw a sad face that she was forcing herself not to cry, as if being there she remembered someone from a long time ago. Would that room where we were remind her of something sad from her past? Conan preferred not to meddle in her affairs of the heart, because he understood better than anyone what a broken heart can do, he thought he would ask her later about her condition.
Suddenly, her attention was drawn to a boy she hadn't seen before as he got on the bus and passed between the seats, looking at each one of them, but she noticed from his expression that instead of looking for a seat to sit down, he seemed to be looking for someone on the bus. He kept looking at him until he passed by him and noticed that when he looked at Ai, his face lit up out of nowhere and for a moment a shiver ran down his spine.
"It's not possible... It's not one of them? They found out our secret and sent an agent to kill us?" his heart was starting to beat like crazy, but he noticed that Ai wasn't upset or clutching at him, did that mean it was good? That it wasn't any member of the organisation? No, he remembered her telling him once that there are agents he can't identify with his sixth sense for several moments, their gazes met, but instead of finding any hint of darkness or suspicious traits, he saw in them confidence, passion and determination. As if Ai was his goal, was it a distraction to hide his true intentions? But if so, why did he choose those feelings when he saw Ai? Why did his face light up? But I don't rule out the possibility that he was imagining it all, after all, it's been a few days since they had a conflict with the organisation and it's normal to see ghosts where there aren't any,
but those eyes...
He didn't know why, but whether he was an agent of the organisation or not, that look on his face when he saw Ai, it seemed as if he had found his target, and if so, what was his intention? The boy continued on his way to the seats in the back, while Conan kept looking at him curiously.
"Who the hell is that kid?"
To be continued in the next chapter...
ABOUT ME...
Have you ever had your heart broken by a letter? I have never, but I have written love letters to girls I liked, but I never sent them out of fear and that is due to a kind of rejection I suffered which has a little to do with my question.
I was eight or nine years old, I liked a girl (as far as I know, I don't know if it was to mess with her or because I really liked her) and one day I decided to write her a love letter and I asked someone to give it to her in the playground for me. At recess, that girl came up to me all pissed off and smashed it in my face and scattered the pieces all over the playground. I have to say that she had a similar character to Ai Haibara, only she was a bit of a cocky girl and most of the boys couldn't stand her. Although, like all children, we were rebels and acted differently.
Now she has changed a lot from those days, but whenever I meet her, that unforgettable day comes to my mind.
Thank you all for reading this chapter, I hope you liked it and I'll see you in the next one.
