A/N I do not own Detective Conan or Magic Kaito.
We were six the first time I told you that I want to be a detective. You and your Dad laughed, he told me that you and I would both take after our fathers. You would be a magician. I would be a detective. We both always admired our Dads, they were friendly rival and I wondered if we would be the same.
The second time we were eight and your father was dead. I wanted to reassure you, tell you it was okay, that I would make it right. You laughed; it was bitter and grating on my ears. You scared me that day. I remember thinking that you had gone mad. I was just a kid then, when we lost contact I was confused but my dad told me it was best that you moved away.
The third time we were on a roof. I wasn't myself but you weren't either; both of us disguised. I went by a different name and had a different body. You were a thief and a criminal. When I told you I want to be a detective there was more laughter, you thought I was a kid playing at being an adult. You told me that we would be rivals. I didn't know it was you.
The last time I told you my dream there were no lies between us; I knew it was you. The hat and monocle lay by your head betraying your identity to the world, the cape cradled you on the floor and your eyes were closed. I had watched as you fell from the sky, I saw the red blossom through your chest and I saw when you landed bent and broken on the pavement. I whispered my ambitions onto your bloody chest. I promised that I would find your killers. I would become the detective you needed. There was no laughter from you this time.
The end.
Thank you for reading my first actual fanficion :) Review please.
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