Conan's Misfortunes
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Who Am I?
Or rather, what am I? I obviously know that I am Jimmy Kudo, but why am I in this world if I'm only meant to bring death to others without even intending to do it? Conan pondered on this thought for awhile. He loved solving mysteries since the day he was born. Actually, since third grade. But what was the fun in solving crimes if his existence was causing the drastic amount of murders?
Wait a minute…it wasn't always like this. The first time it happened like it is now was on the roller coaster the day I shrank. Ever since I became Conan there have been a large amount of murders. I don't quite believe in higher powers, but…He gasped. …if there is some higher power in this…the reason why all this might be happening is because I survived the poison! So the cost of my living is for everyone around me to die if that's so. That's pathetic. Well, whatever the reason I can't just let it slide. I have to do something about it.
But…what could he do? What could he do to prevent this incredible rate of murders? What if he had to die? But if it's only while he's as Conan, all he had to do was find a cure! But…what if there was no cure? What could he do then?
"......"
I will find a cure! I will, I will, I will! Now he just sounded like a little child. Well, he is a child right now, he might as well pretend to be like one. But in his head as well? Come on Jimmy, get a hold of yourself. Right now, he had to find a way to change back so that the murders could stop. But, what could he do until that day came? Even when he took the antidote a murder still occurred. And it always seemed to happen right when Jimmy wanted to tell Rachel something important.
It was so annoying. He felt that he would never be able to tell Rachel how he really felt. It just didn't feel right to say so on the phone. He had to find just the right moment, but the last time he tried to do that, a murder occurred. Should he just tell her straight out? But…it wouldn't feel the same if he did so.
A tap on the window. Huh? Conan looked over and saw an all-too-familiar smile that was slightly more evil—no, ten times more evil—than Harley's. Tell me it isn't him…
The window opened. "Well, well, well, looks like my favorite detective is stuck in the hospital again." It was Kaito Kid.
"What do you mean again? No one ever told you I was in a hospital before." Conan replied flatly.
"Oh, but I know everything about you."
"So, not only are you going to be charged for thievery, but for stalking too?"
Poker face, poker face. "It's important to learn everything about your opponents."
"That's still stalking." Conan pointed out.
Kid sweat-dropped. He likes to take the fun out of everything, doesn't he?
"So why are you here?"
"Just thought I'd stop by. You seem to get injured quite often."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. But people around me seem to get injured more often." Conan's eyes were misty with emotion.
Kid's poker face broke off. The great detective having eyes full of emotion!? And misty nonetheless! Yes, yes, I'm over exaggerating. Can't a thief have some fun?
"What's wrong?"
Conan sighed. "People are calling me a death magnet. It's not the term that gets to me it's the meaning behind it. It's true that people always seem to die wherever I go, and it's not just a coincidence. It's been bothering me for days." I can't believe I just admitted that.
Interesting.
An awkward silence split the conversation.
"So that's it, is it?" A new voice entered the conversation. Conan, startled, looked towards the sound of the voice. "Oh hell no…"
"Oh hell yes!" It was Harley. "So that's it? That's what the rumors were about?" He looked even more annoyed than before.
Conan looked unsure. "Y-yeah…" Why am I so nervous?
"Damn it, Kudo! Why didn't you just tell me if it was something as simple as that!?" Harley's voice was full of anger.
"Woah, calm down!" Kid was beginning to get nervous, sensing the tension in the air, and the obvious look of annoyance on Harley's face.
"H-hey…" Conan was at a loss of words. Am I…afraid?
"That's your problem, Kudo. You always keep your feelings to yourself." Harley's voice shook with emotion. "Don't you realize you don't always have to do that?!"
Conan couldn't find any words to say.
Harley only wanted to help his friend. It was the least he could do. But, Conan ran away. He ran right past Harley.
He ran out. Out into the rain. Alone. Damn it… He just stood outside the hospital. Alone. Crying. He had made his decision. Tomorrow, tomorrow. For sure. He would be gone.
Author's Note: Gaaaaaaaaah it's short again!!! I'm sorry…my feelings are all messed up… I've been watching Fruits Basket, and these last few episodes have really been hard on me. I'm sorry. I'm still upset and angry about the show and some of its characters. I promise I'll fix up this chapter, I just hope you like it as it is…but I still think it's too rushed…T_T I'm REALLY REALLY sorry…
I'm sorry if this chapter seems really cheesy…I was so mixed up in my emotions while writing this…T_T
I made Kaito appear just for the heck of it… Next chapter…the last chapter…