Hello minna-san! This is just a little ficlet based on the prompt will, from the DCMK fanfiction discourse. I hope you like it and please review! English is not my mother language so please correct me any mistake!
Sometimes it hurt too much. Sometimes he wondered if it would be easier to give up, to live the life he had now, which was a miracle in itself, and let Kudo Shinichi fade into Oblivion.
The leads into the BO where scarce and always ended up in smoke; another blown up building, another dead body, another dead end.
Progress on the antidote was just as fruitless, and Haibara was increasingly worried about the possibility of heart failure if he continued ingesting any more temps, so he was cut out until she was confident it was the real deal.
So he questioned himself, was it really worth it?
Logically he knew it would be impossible to live with himself if he gave up; innocent people were dying because of Them; they were big and their resources seemed endless, they seem to infiltrate every big organization in the country, and yet, he was... tired. Really tired. Tired of hanging onto hope, tired of clues leading nowhere, tired of living a lie.
But still he kept going.
Why? Because of her. Nothing mattered more to him than seeing her happy. And she was waiting for him. She cried and got angry and didn't understand. But still she waited. He knew he couldn't give up.
He had to keep fighting, keep following every lead he got, keep finding allies until the moment he could take them down. Keep waiting for the true antidote to restore his body, to get back to his life. To her.
He'd just have to hold onto the future he hoped for. He had the will to make it happen. And so he would.