Detective Conan Fanfiction

Kiss of Death

Final Chapter

"END"

A/N: FINAL CHAPTER. Sit back, buckle up! There's a time skip so yeah.

Warning: This fic is still rated M. There was a hell lot of gruesome deaths, implications of sexual abuse, torture and hallucinations etc. So kids, don't read this.

* This chapter is longer (5K words), but I promise, it's CoAi and worth the read hehe!

"So, Ai-chan, you liked the dress right?" Ran asked. The girl nodded her head. They were at a boutique and she picked out a simple dark blue dress that stopped just before her knees. Sonoko hurriedly grabbed the item out of Ai's grasp and ran towards the counter.

"Hey, wait!"

"It's okay, girl. Take it as your birthday gift!" Sonoko chirped, patting her back.

"Yeah, happy birthday Ai-chan!"

The strawberry blonde shuffled away, blushing. They had been so amicable towards her. "Thank you..."

"At least you're still in your late teens. Look at you, enjoying high school life as a senior. I miss being young. Things were less carefree back then," Sonoko whined, "hey- perhaps you can make one of those pills that make me younger again! Please? Pretty please?"

"Sonoko! You know she's not allowed to make those anymore!" Ran shrieked in horror.

The other woman stuck out her tongue after paying the cashier and replied, "I'm just kidding! Don't get your panties in a bunch. Just because we're getting old, that doesn't mean you have to act like an old moody hag."

Ai could only smirk in mild amusement as the trio walked out of the store. They managed to hail a cab.

"Agasa residence please-" Ran instructed the driver.

The strawberry blonde raised her eyebrow. That's strange. Why would all of them go to her house? She wanted to pry but decided against it. Those two were up to something.

"Oh yeah... Has Conan-kun given anything for your birthday?" Ran asked.

The girl shook her head and her facial expression turned dark. Rolling her eyes, she said coldly, "We haven't talked in a while. Petty fight."

"Ohh... No wonder he was sulking-"

"That detective freak! Always so troublesome. Really, I wonder how you manage to put up with him. He's starting to gain popularity once more: Edogawa Conan, the youngest upcoming high school detective," Sonoko marvelled, imitating the reporters.

"Tsk, men! I never understood them. I'm nearly 27 and my boyfriend has yet to pop the question! When are we getting married? What is he waiting for, for me to become infertile? Geez. He's so frustratingly beautiful, wait - I'm not even making any sense!" Sonoko complained, wrinkles forming on her forehead as she frowned.

The taxi arrived at their destination. Ai walked in, noticing how the other two women tailed after her.

Something was up.

She opened the main door. It was darker than where she left it. Perhaps it was already evening, but it gave her uneasiness.

"Hey... Isn't that Conan-kun?" Ran said shakily, pointing towards the unmoving body on the floor.

At this, Ai's system went into auto-pilot. She dropped whatever she was carrying and rushed over to him. She nestled his head on her lap, trying to look for signs of breathing and his heartbeat.

"Oh no... stay with me!"

That's when the lights snapped open, illuminating the surroundings.

"Surprise! Happy birthday Ai!"

She blinked. The room was filled with decorations and people that they both knew: Ayumi, Mitsuhiko, Professor Agasa, Akai... you name it. In the centre of the table were a strawberry-vanilla cake and a mountain of gifts - most likely each one from the people that were present.

What in the world?

"After we found your birth certificate, Shin- I mean, Conan-kun wanted to celebrate your birthday with a surprise. So Sonoko and Ran have you distracted by shopping for a dress. Do try the dress that Sonoko has bought for you and then join us for your party," Agasa explained.

Ai was dumbfounded. Conan and Ai were not on speaking terms for the past two weeks. She thought it was over for them. Yet, he did this all for her. A familiar warmth swelled up in her, the kind that made her feel loved and it threatened for her to spill tears of joy. It took her back to the day he confessed.

So they were far from being over.

What was she being so pessimistic about? Did she doubt that he would just give up on her so easily?

She glanced down at the boy who was resting on her lap. He was laughing. "Happy birthday, evil-eyed yawny girl."

"Asshole, you almost gave me a heart-attack! I thought you died!" she hissed and playfully punched his cheek.

He chuckled at her flustered face and retorted sarcastically, "glad to see that you care so much about me."

"Just get off of me, will you? Where are your manners? Didn't anyone tell you to respect people older than you?"

"Not like you being 6 months older will be a huge difference. Not even a thank you or a kiss? How cold my yawny girl is. Maybe Hakase was right: you are a tsundere," he teased even further that made her bashful.

"Watch it-"

She glanced back at the bespectacled boy before she entered her room to change into the dress Sonoko gave her as a present. She smiled to herself.

I want to grow up with you.

That promise hung in the air. They were growing up together, no matter what. She almost felt like she did not deserve all of this at all.

The party ended slightly after 10 in the evening. After the others helped out in clearing some of the trash, they bid the visitors goodbyes. Ai was not fond of parties, given that she was a social recluse and preferred small celebrations over large productions. Yet, she loved every second of the party that everyone made for her. Growing up in the organisation, they did not care for such events. The organisation rarely permitted Akemi and her to meet up, more so during one of their birthdays.

In essence, this was a milestone for her.

She glanced at Agasa snoring away on his bed. The poor man must have been exhausted, trying to decorate this place up. She pulled up an extra blanket from the closet and covered Agasa with it. The last thing she wanted was her paternal figure to get the cold again.

She proceeded to head downstairs to the basement and carried her presents to her room. It was formerly where she does her research and experiments, but they renovated it into her room, given that she was growing up to be an adolescent woman and she needed her own privacy.

Conan went back to living in the Kudo residence, given that his identity had been exposed and there was no reason to keep the Kudo mansion empty. His parents were stopping by more frequently after the whole ordeal, all the more reason for Conan to stay with his parents.

Additionally, Agasa was concerned that them being an unmarried couple and living under the same roof... it can pose issues for the Teitan high school committee (and unwanted rumours from jealous admirers in their school). Nonetheless, they visited one another's house regularly and spend time with each other... though lately, they have been busy with their agenda. Conan was getting more requests to solve cases while she was focusing on representing Teitan high at the upcoming international science competition and winning the trophy for the school.

How time flies...

She smiled to herself. She was once a chemist from an organisation that took a pill to commit suicide, but they turned her into a little girl and now... she's becoming a woman in her late teens. It was strange... Still, it felt like a dream. How everything fit perfectly... All those chaos - they were almost as if they never occurred. However...

There was still one mystery she had yet to solve.

Using a key, she unlocked the main door of the Kudo residence. Despite her protests, Conan was adamant in giving her the spare key to his house. He reasoned that since she frequently visits his place, he might as well give her one. Besides, Conan trusted her.

"I'm coming in-"

There was no one around. Perhaps Conan's parents were still overseas. Yusaku had recently published his latest mystery novel and had been visiting a lot of book fairs and signing meet-the-author events recently.

She could only hear the sound of shower splashing on the bathroom floor.

She proceeded to his room and knocked. She announced, "it's me. We need to talk."

"Ai? Hold on, let me put on some clothes! Ouch, damn it-"

There were sounds of scrambling and shuffling of items.

"Hey, Ai," he greeted after opening the door. She walked into his room. He was ruffling his hair dry with a small towel and he was only clad in his shorts. His upper body had drops of water and the smell of mint lingered around him. It was evident that the detective just had a shower.

She noticed the scars on his upper body that he got from that torture when he was held captive by the Black Organisation. She was sad about the scars, the poor boy must have had a hard time in that lair.

Fortunately, Conan-kun had been eating well. He had lost tremendous weight when he escaped from the Black Organisation. Thank goodness... he had been gaining weight and a few muscles here and there. It suits him better than being skin and bones. Who am I kidding? He looks so good...And those water droplets that drip down his skin to his waist that leads to his- wait, what?

"So... What brings you here?" the boy said.

"Huh?"

Ai was still trapped in a daze. Why the hell was she ogling him? But it was not a crime, right?

"I said," he clarified, "what brings you here?"

Conan studied her suspiciously. She shifted uncomfortably, anxious that the detective might have figured out what she had been thinking. She had been struggling with her impulses lately, like every other adolescent would have, due to the increase in hormones. Of course, they had not done anything drastic - just kisses and caresses. That made her feel relieved because she was not ready and they would rather take it one step at a time. Yet...

She coughed. How silly of her! She was supposed to be stern with him!

Folding her arms, she enquired, "what was that all about? That prank..."

"Payback for not talking to me this whole time. Worked well though. Without your prying eyes, it was easier for me to devise the secret birthday surprise," he answered, a smug look on his face.

"You scared me half to death! I thought I... Lost you. Again..."

"Aww... Isn't that sweet for someone who is called an Ice Queen," he teased, "don't go Japanese-British version of Jadis on me now."

She glared at him. Normally she would have the upper hand in their regular conversations, but she had nothing much to rebuttal. But oh, how she missed their usual banter. "I must say... It really took me by surprise. I thought you wouldn't bother after the silent treatment I gave you..." she muttered in a low tone.

"It is your birthday. I wouldn't miss it for the world. It is the day you started to exist and I'm glad you did," he answered. Ai was perplexed.

There he goes again. Saying all these sentiments that made her bloat with shyness in her stomach.

"You didn't have to... but... I really liked it. So, thank you-"

He moved to rest his palm on the top of her head as a response. She unfolded her arms, letting it rest languidly by the sides of her torso. Her toes were still restless. How long was he going to stare at her? She tilted her head to the other side.

"When I didn't get even a 'hello' from you this morning... I really thought we were over. I kept convincing myself that perhaps this was just an illusion that I will soon realise. Because I have never been this happy and that felt so wrong..." she reasoned with shame. She turned his back on him.

"I've always thought that this was too good to be true. That perhaps one day you'll realise how it's difficult to be with someone who is-"

Tainted.

Conan took this as an opportunity to embrace her from behind. Nudging his chin on her shoulder, he whispered, "don't say that. Do you really think I'll end things because of a petty argument? There's bound to be one. Like I said before and I'll remind you once more: I'm growing up with you."

That promise... It thawed her ice-glazed walls in an instant. She was so emotionally guarded around everyone, except for him. He had ways that crumble her defences and she was more willing to surrender.

"Damn it, for these two weeks, I kept eating at the cafe across the street because you didn't want to cook breakfast for me like you usually do. And let's not go on with the lunch and dinner. I kept forgetting some of my gadgets and I couldn't use them because you will bring them with you whenever I forget them. I often misplaced the case files because you usually organise them... I was a mess during those days. I'm not giving up just because of something so darn petty," he blabbed on and nuzzled his nose on the back of her neck.

The affection sent heat to her core that spiked her tension. She wanted to relief these weird sensations. She wanted him now.

"There was no one to have an intellectual banter with... of which I really missed that one the most-"

Oh, and he went on. She inhaled his scent. Oh, they were ignoring one another for so long, she almost forgot how intoxicating he was. Ai was tempted to just turn around and seal his mouth with a lip-lock. Conan was saying those things again that made her leaving with unsatisfied yearning.

Couldn't he notice what effect he had on her? The dense bastard. That's it! She needed him to stop talking.

"And my Sherlock Holmes books were missing-"

She quickly twirled around and pounced on his bigger form, grabbing his head and pulling him into a swift kiss. Her actions made him stunned, perplexed even. She advanced, pushing her with him forward, until their bodies landed on his bed.

Heck, the strawberry blonde can deny it all she wants, but she irrefutably adored the detective.

Conan's mind swirled as the girl on top of him had him in her clutches like a tigress. She was aggressively biting his neck right now and he was finding it difficult to speak. Every time he tried, it ended up with a low groan that he was trying to suppress. The tingling sensation from the bites was making his vision fuzzy. Between the two, he realised that she was quite the biter - a demoness in disguise claiming possession of her mate.

What the heck just happened? Oh well, it was not as if he was complaining. Perhaps he should ignore her from time to time so that she can be like this?

The girl stopped her assault on his neck, sitting up to take a breather and admiring her affectionate work. Thank goodness, he had some turtleneck tops in his closet and the weather was getting cold. He caressed her soft hair.

The girl was wearing his glasses and the navy-blue dress Sonoko brought her. He dared not to undress her. In fact, he has never undressed her at all. They had been in this intimate level recently: just long lip-locks, touches and bites - but nothing more. He figured that they needed to go at a gradual pace.

It was like a see-saw that he needed to balance. Since both of them were adults who were undergoing physical teenage changes, the proliferated amount of hormones were pushing the limits of their restraint. On the other hand, given her history, he would not want to do the complete dirty deed with her. He would rather wait than to give her distress. It was a difficult test-the-waters for him, so he figured that he would follow the pace she was comfortable with.

Their power dynamics made it simpler anyway. As much as he loathed to admit, she was more often the dominant one between the two of them. And even more so that he would relentlessly deny: the fact that he secretly enjoyed submitting to her.

"Are you... okay?" he asked as she continued to stare at the girl whose hair was in a mess.

"You kind of...pounced on me-"

"Sorry... I don't know what influenced me. That was... inappropriate of me," she excused herself, first red in embarrassment and arousal. She moved away, but Conan caught her wrist.

"It's okay, we're together... You know?" he reassured while scratching his head.

"No... That's not it! It makes it seem like I'm-"

"Ai, you're not cheap. You're my partner," he interrupted before she could put a derogatory label on herself. He disliked it when she was being insecure and discrediting her own identity. It was the complete opposite of his opinions of her.

She stared at him incredulously.

"You wouldn't say that because there's something I haven't told you..."

She removed herself from his body and laid by his side, facing away in a foetal-like position. She couldn't face him now.

"I don't know how to tell you-"

"I think I know, Ai. When I was captured by them, I found out. He told me," he stated. She grew weary.

"And yet, you still want to grow up with me-"

It was a statement that begged to be reaffirmed.

"Why wouldn't I?" he threw a rhetorical question and laid his arm around her waist. There was sincerity in his touches, there always was. She figured he was waiting for her to tell him the truth and he deserved the truth. There was no going back now.

"I never wanted it. In fact, I hated it," she began, "there was no one I could trust back in the organisation. He was being awfully nice to me and it was creepy, but I went with the flow because I was scared...that he might do something to me or my sister."

"I thought maybe I could take advantage of his odd attachment towards me and help my sister and I to escape the organisation, but I was so wrong... One day, he asked me to discuss those matters over tea at his place. I had my suspicions- but I was so scared... If I refused, I was afraid something bad might happen to Akemi. Suddenly, he tased me and when I woke up, I was-"

Her breath hitched. Conan only listened intently. She shivered.

"Then... He threatened me. Told me to come back and that if I ever told anyone, he'd kill my sister. So I just... did what I could... and he looked for me again and again. I hated it! And he kept saying that my body - my body indicated otherwise. I hated myself for that... but I really never liked any bit of it. He made me feel powerless and low of myself - he kept tasing me. I just wanted him to stop!"

She was tearing now. Conan caressed her hair.

"I was going crazy... Eventually, when Akai was infiltrating the syndicate, he found out what Gin was doing. He immediately informed my sister-"

"So that's why Akemi made a deal with Gin to rob the bank so that you two can get out of the organisation," Conan concluded.

"Yes... and you know the rest of it," she exhaled, "are you... mad at me?"

"No... I just wished you could tell me sooner. Then, I might've done something for you," he answered.

"Believe me, I wanted to. I just... I was scared... How you acted when you first met me and found out I used to be a member of a syndicate. I didn't want you to think of me as-"

"Ai, what I think of you has nothing to do with your past. True, when I first met you, I was quick to judge. I was young back then and a little ignorant. I've always thought it was simple - it's either you're a criminal or innocent. But as I met people like you... As I got to know you better..." he trailed off. Where was he going with this?

"My perception of you won't change," he reaffirmed, "it wasn't your fault. Sex isn't supposed to be like that. Both parties should be pleased when doing it. You deserve to be treated better."

There was a sigh of relief from Ai. She had been extremely anxious about this matter and the thought of coming clean with Conan was dreadful. In addition to that, there was an increasing sexual attraction projected towards the detective. There were those dreams that consist lewd fantasies that bothered her - she'd shut them out, but the yearning returns stronger later on. It was a wanton need that was left unattended.

"And... I've been having these weird sensations lately..."

"Weird sensations?"

"You know... Since we're growing up and it's not helping that we're in this state right now..." she chewed her lip, unable to explain herself clearly.

The detective stared at her questionably. "Huh? Is there a side-effect of the Apotoxin?" he asked and proceeded to snuggle on the back of her neck as a sign of affection. Unknown to him, it sent chills down to her spine that.

"No," she clicked her tongue, "it's more of... it's a reaction that cannot be satisfied."

"Why would a chemical reaction need to be satisfied? Is there something in chemistry class that I don't get?" he said, bewildered by the cryptic messages she had been giving.

"No..." she growled, the frustration rising, "a physical reaction."

This dense bastard! When is he going to take the hints? He is making it more difficult. Do I have to spell it out for him?

"So we're talking about physics then?"

Ai was going to strangle the detective anytime soon. The fact that he had his shirtless body pressed up against her dress was not helping. His heat radiated to her, making her ache. Yet, he was unaware of the effect he had on her.

"No, you imbecile!"

"Damn it Ai! If you're going to be cryptic, then I won't understand. Can you just tell me straightforwardly?"

Oh no. Conan's interrogation was pushing her into the corner. Did he expect her to say something, that was like a taboo, outrightly? Oh well, he asked for the truth.

"I want..."

"Come on Ai, don't be like this-"

"I want- want you, okay? I've been having those lewd daydreams about us lately. I don't intend to, but it's persistent. It's unbecoming of me and it's so frustrating that I can't do anything about it. I'm not ready for us to... you know. It sounds contradictory, I don't know what to do," she confessed, humiliated after airing out her complaints.

"And it doesn't help that you're only in that blasted shorts, with your parents not around and you're too dense to see the situation," she rebuked him fiercely. Her usual composure was tipped off the balance by the detective. Again.

Somehow he had the power to pull her out of the ice-cold igloo she made to guard herself against others and show her emotions to him.

"Say something-"

She felt his chest vibrate against her back. The asshole was laughing at her. "Are you mocking me, detective freak?" she hissed and finally turned to face him.

"No... I'm sorry. It's just so unexpected-"

"So, the ice queen, who has sharp witty sarcasm and death glares that can kill... lusts for me? Oh geez, I'm flattered," he teased sardonically, giving a conceited smirk.

"Don't push your luck, detective-"

"It's natural, Ai. Even animals get in a heat with their mates once in a while. Besides..." he hovered above her, "I can help you with that problem."

"But I said I don't want to have-"

"No, are you insane? We're not going to screw! Not yet. Not here and certainly not now," he quickly corrected.

"Besides... I don't want to rush this and mess your feelings up. If I let my selfishness get the best of me, I might hurt you. I don't want you to keep affiliating sexual intimacy with torment and abuse," he added.

"Then, what are you going to do?"

Grabbing her wrists and affixing them to the bed, he answered, "I'll do something for you to get rid of the... complications you're getting. Trust me."

"I promise I won't go to that extent. I won't even pull down my pants," he lightly joked. She stared at him amusingly.

"No, really. I can guarantee you, I won't remove my pants. But yeah, I haven't done this to anyone before so I hope it'll turn out alright-"

"Okay-"

Her mind was swirling.

And he had not done anything yet!

The detective was being so slow with his touches, treating her as if she was a precious fragile glass that needed polishing. It was excruciating to wait for his actions on her. It felt like an eternity when she watched him pull down the straps of her dress to her waist, revealing her brassiere. That was tossed aside too.

She waited for him to do something, but he did nothing. It was making her anxious. What on Earth was he planning to do with her?

Instead, his hands travelled from her bosoms to her stomach, skipping over to her underwear that was concealed under the flare of her dress. His fingertips traced the outer linings of the hem of her underwear, before pulling it.

She was more than obliging to raise her thighs for him to remove it easily.

"Pink, huh? That's cute..." he muttered and threw the garment aside.

"Shut up, and hurry up, will you?"

"Alright, ma'am. Geez, so impatient-"

Her irritation faded once he took a teat between his lips. The coldness of his saliva sent chills to her nerves, sending blissful gratification in her system. She grabbed his ebony hair in response. Her senses were getting blurry - it was beyond what she'd expected. What was he doing to her that made her extremely responsive to his touches?

Ai's upper body jerked up. The boy switched target with his oral ministrations to the other nipple and his fingers slipped into her wet folds. She swore that she was going to die with craving right then and there.

Two more digits joined in the service of toying her and she let out a cry. It was appeasing her hunger to be filled and her body was responding by pooling more of her bodily fluids between her legs.

Heart racing. Mind whirling. Senses fogging.

Then, he ceased. Wha-?

She shot her eyes open. "Conan, if you leave me on a cliffhanger like what this author does in the regular updates, I swear I'll kill you!: she threatened indignantly.

[A/N: Sorry, I just had to. Okay, back to the soft porn.]

"Hush-"

His head went under the flare of her dress.

"What do you mean by- ah!"

Something moist dragged across her labia that blared her senses. She could not see him underneath the lower part of her dress but she could certainly feel what he was doing. She was able to deduce what was going on beneath her clothing: sucking, licking and nibbling.

"Oh, don't stop!" she screamed when his finger brushed on the sensitive bundle of nerves harshly.

Her vision was unclear - she was seeing stars. So she kept her eyes shut. There was nothing for her fingers to clasp onto, so she held onto the sheets.

She was hearing weird indistinct mewls in the background. No, that couldn't be her. That couldn't be her creating those lewd noises. Then, she listened further and figured that it was escaping from her throat. Crap, she could not believe that she was moaning like a jackrabbit in heat. She noticed how each sound she created spurred him to thoroughly consume her even further. She only hoped that the neighbours in Beika Street (including Agasa) will not be disturbed from their slumber.

The excitement within her heightened, reaching its peak - the entanglement in her heated core was tense. She knew that it will break off soon. She was close.

She screamed as the anticipated came true. Her vision blacked out for a while - the breath she was holding was released as she exploded in her climax.

Heart racing. Mind whirling. Senses fogging.

The boy lapped up her fluids while she attempted to calm herself. She placed her palm across her chest, sensing her erratic pulse. It was beating so fast, that she was afraid that she might have a cardiac arrest!

Conan pulled himself up from the covers and glanced at the girl below him - strawberry blonde hair splayed all over the bed, her face in pink fluster and sweat that caused her skin to glisten against the lighting of the room. She was in a mess, yet, in his eyes, she glowed like a red rose in the summer. Boy, she grew up into a fine young woman. At that moment, she was pulchritudinous.

And she was his.

Without any hesitation, he leaned forward to greet her lips with his, pulling her into another long lip-lock. She gladly accepted it, massaging the strands of his ebony hair.

She pulled away and laughed joyfully, "I need to breathe, corpse magnet..."

The former syndicate member held his bigger form in her arms. No way in hell she was letting him go now. He was unlocking sensuality within her that she never knew that existed. Yes, she had been touched before, but not like this - this, was for her. It was concentrated in pleasuring her. She thought all sexual activity was all about the submissive being in pain, but this was different. There was sincerity in her well-being and raw passion.

"Conan..."

"Hm?"

"Thank you... That was - it was... I don't know how to put it-"

"Amazing? Incredible? Wonderful?" he pestered. She could not see his facial expression, but she reckoned it was an egotistical smirk. She rolled her eyes. He propped himself up on his elbow.

"And see, I told you I won't even need to take my pants off!" he joked and stuck his tongue out, poking the sides of her stomach mischievously.

"No shit Sherlock," she sniggered, playfully punching his face, "but... are you sure you don't need to-"

He shook his head. "Ai, don't. I wanted to do everything. It's your special day. You've been waiting for me for years. This shit won't kill me," he moved to place his lips on her forehead.

"Besides... I'll take care of that later-" he blabbed, unaware that she heard it and knew its implications.

"Yeah, I accidentally stumbled over your porn stash. Never knew you've got an interesting collection you got there. I've always thought you were too busy with cases to even have those," she commented with a grin that made the young sleuth beet red.

"You- what are you doing looking at my private shit?!" he yelled, trying to sound stern. There was a small relief that she was cool with it.

"I said it was an accident. I was trying to rearrange your case files once and I saw a box that had no labels on it. Since then, it was my little research about you to amuse myself. Really, you should keep your dirty laundry more discretely. I'm starting to know your personal preferences," she said slyly.

"It's okay, corpse magnet, I always knew that you were a repressed pervert-"

"Oh, and a closet masochist too-" she added.

"Shut up-"

He rearranged the straps of her dress and brought them back to her shoulders, covering her bare torso. His fingertips lingered on her collarbone, marvelling at the light brown freckles on her fair skin.

"It's getting late... but maybe you could..." he inhaled.

"I can stay," she finished his sentence, "besides, I'm getting really tired," she yawned. The intensity of the session drained out her energy.

"I wonder why..." he mused, though the answer was obvious.

Ai rolled her eyes - banters with him never failed to amuse and annoy her. She mirrored his actions and her own fingertips followed the lines on the scars of his upper body. Being captured by the organisation must have been a tormenting feat for him. She whispered, "it was one hell of an ordeal, right? For all of us."

Her question had turned the atmosphere into a solemn one.

"I did make a few mistakes. A lot of good people died. Some had scars that never healed. Frankly, I look at people like Jodie and Mitsuhiko and wish I could've done better for them. All I could do now is do my best to help them progress and recover," he stated as he pulled the blanket over them.

"And I hope I'm doing enough for both of us, Ai-"

She held onto him tighter in response. There was no need to say anything. He'd done more than enough for her and she was confident that he was capable of giving his best to others as well as being a detective in pursuit of the truth and fairness.

Not only they will grow up together, but they also wish to grow old together. And they'd ensure that nothing will rip that vow apart.

END

Published (reboot version): June 2015

Ended: May 2018

Parts: 45

Estimated words: 130K+

Note of Thanks:

I would like to thank all supporters (especially those who constantly review/comment every time I would update). This will be my last CoAi fiction (unless I change my mind), frankly, I feel like I have given all my ideas to this one long fic for this couple that I cannot think of anything else. But hopefully, this piece of work will bring a great contribution to the CoAi community. Especially the way the series is going, I just wanted a story where Ai gets her happiness with Conan; and Conan realises that he can be happy with her.

Just a few pointers:

1- Okay, fuck. I did not initially plan a lime in this story, because I did not want them to have sex (like seriously, that'll be too fast). But then again, this story is rated M so might as well take advantage, eh? I did not want a lemon scene, so I settled for something in between. I've always thought that writing about cunnilingus is erotic and come on, Ai freaking deserves for Conan to pleasure her (insert Lenny face).

2- I'm unsure about your country's culture and norms... But from where I live, people in their late teens (16-19) start to get freaky and begin to explore. So in my book, they aren't too young to do that and besides, they are adults. And can you imagine the sexual tension between them if they were to be a long-term couple? Undergoing puberty the second time while being adults.

3- I wanted a touching scene where Ai tells Conan about her troubled past because Conan had been suspecting it throughout this fic. It is also a message for those with a troubled relationship history that they can still be loved and people who love them will accept them for who they are. Conan should be willing to accept Ai's past and make her perceive that she can gain happiness.

4- And yes, one reason why I did not want a lemon scene because physical intimacy shouldn't be rushed. People can take their time and it should be an activity where both parties enjoy it. I wanted Conan to show Ai that he is willing to give that to her and is sincere in her well-being.

5- I've read lemon fics before where Conan is always the dominant one. But deep down I really think Ai can be aggressive and the role is quite opposite. She's always on the upper hand when it comes to snide remarks and can make Conan shiver in fright when she gives those death glares. Conan's very gentle towards her so yearp.

6 - Oh and not to mention her birthday! I haven't come across an episode where they celebrated her birthday. I think Ai deserves the best. So hopefully this chapter will make up for it. It's truly a pity that she's being side-tracked as a character. I wanna give her the best ending.

Farewell, my friends, I hope you've enjoyed this fic,

- Numbkid.