And yes, mainly because it's easier to translate than innovate. Sorry. X.x And feel free to (try and) shoot me at the end if you feel the urge...
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One shot three:
Note: The following is what you get when Samiha, although already spoilt by the previous one-shot, asked for a story where Ran is the narrator...
It just so happened that I had an idea regarding Ran, that only needed some contrary idea added to it to become the original version of what you see below.
Genre: Tragedy(?)
Characters: Ran, Conan and Haibara.
Rating: T

Collision

Everything happened so fast, I don't know what to make out of it.

I open my eyes.
The fear that caused them to close is no more.
I feel as calm as a rock.
I see, without comprehending, what I have before me.

It is I, Ran Mouri. A young girl, barely turned seventeen...
Am I facing a mirror?
In that case, I don't look that well...
My skin is pale, my cheeks are scratched, and there, at the corner of my mouth, a thin streak of blood flows.
Something is not right...
Somethi...

And suddenly I realize.
My eyes are closed.

I hold back a scream. And then stop. I no longer have a voice to scream with.

In a fit of panic, I glance around.
People, lots of people, a crossroad, cars...

Only then do I notice him, beside my strewn body.
There kneels a small bespectacled boy on the brink of collapse.
I cannot even hear the words he seems to mumble, I hear absolutely no sound at all.
The silence is choking me!

However, as if I could hear despite my deafness, some notions come to my mind.
A car, a collision.

I remember.

The Detective boys...
Ayumi, Mitsuhiko, Genta, Ai and Conan...
I was accompanying them to an Exhibition on Masked Yaiba, not far from the Tokyo Dome.
To go there, we had to cross at the crossroad...

This Crossroad.

There wasn't much traffic, the green man was most certainly lit.
There shouldn't have been any trouble.

Ayumi, Mitsuhiko and Genta were walking in front of me, Conan and Ai trailing slightly, behind me.
The wind blew, an agreeable breeze, playing to the joyous voices of the children as it tossed around my skirt and hair.

And then there was the screeching of tires.

Intrigued by this unusual noise, the children and I turned our heads.
A black car. Accelerating at full speed. Straight at Ai.
The poor child was frozen on the middle of the road.
Conan let out a panicked swear, Ayumi cried out, and the two other boys yelled.

There was no way to prevent the car from hitting Ai.
At least, there shouldn't have been any.
But there was a way. And I used it.

I died as a result then?

Ai...
Did I succeed? Is she...?

I turn my eyes towards where I had pushed her, putting myself in the car's path in her stead.
I am reassured to see the young auburn-haired girl alive.
Sure, she is slightly scratched, and traumatized, but she is alive, and that's all that matters.

And the voice from no where speaks to me once more.

Professor Jodie, that woman with the gun, the previous time that I saved her life.

She's being targeted.
It could happen again.
That's just what occurred...!

But why? Why would someone want her dead?
I glance around me, looking for the black car that hit me.

Of course, it is no longer here.
And as a slight depression starts to take a hold of me, I feel myself descending, like a breeze, from the place where I was floating, to sit by my corpse, next to Conan.

Conan...
How could I have been so blind.
You are not simply 'Conan'.
Shinichi...
Non-existent tears make themselves known.
How did I let myself be duped day after day, by each of your masks?
It is you, I no longer have any doubt what so ever.
I do not need an explanation.
You have done, and always will do, what you believe to be right...

I recall asking you once what you would do if the culprit was someone you cherished.
You told me that you would denounce them, after exhausting yourself looking for some evidence of their innocence.

I should have asked you what you would do if that someone was the victim.

I watch, saddened, the answer you give me without knowing.
You cry, holding a limp hand.
You cry as you curse yourself, while calling my name.
And your thoughts reach me, like a breath of wind.
"I love you, Ran. I love you. Don't go. Ran."

You don't even have the strength to rise upon the arrival of the ambulance, the policemen.
You resist as they try to make you let go, as they put the body that was mine into this morbid bag.
You let Ayumi, Genta and Mitsuhiko take care of answering the police's questions.

You cry.
And I cry too.

But you aren't my Shinichi unless you manage to overcome your pain.
You continue to blame yourself, to think it's your fault, and only your fault.

Ai, she thinks the same.
Even if it's only at this very moment I realize that she's like you, trapped in a body that is not her own...
That young woman half girl is frozen with terror, at the thought that it is because of her that I died.
That had it not been for her...

But without her, it's you who would have died.
Shinichi, wake up! I beg you!
Shinichi...
Three weeks have gone by, already?
And you have yet to lift your gaze from the floor.
The police have found my murderer, the driver of that black car.
He had been paid and threatened so as to run Ai over.
They had him eliminated, his death masqueraded as an accident.
You know.
You know who is behind all this.
You know why Ai has not left her room at professor Agasa's.
Why she stands so frightened, behind him, at my funeral.

Why aren't you doing anything?

Don't you realize the she, she can't take it no longer?
That this terror and feeling of endless guilt will bring her to her demise?
That your inaction will bring you to yours?

The evening after my funeral, Ai has fled.
She left no message, no clue.

And without you to protect her, who shall stop them from killing her?
Without her, how do you hope to rise again?
Was my death for nought?

Shinichi, I love you, and to see you suffer so makes me suffer as much.

"Shinichi..."
I know that you hear me.
You lift your head, whisper my name.
You have just awakened once more from your slumber and that horrible nightmare.

"Shinichi, you must protect her... For me..."
Protect. The word slips through your lips, half regret, and half question.
Your eyes open wide.
You murmur the name Haibara.

But she has left, and you do not know it!

You pass by my parents, asleep on the sofa.
You ignore the empty bottles on the table before them.
You pick up the receiver, dial Agasa's phone number.

He tried to warn you so many times that she wasn't well.

You learn from his voice that she is no longer there.
You hang up and rush to join him, to search for her.

But I, I know where she is.
The voice that talks to me without my hearing a single word told me.

I remember the place. This other person that I sense, watching over you.

I see you looking in all the places that come to your mind, without any success.

Panicked, you return with the professor, to search through her things.
She couldn't have been kidnapped, you are sure of that.
She left of her own will.

You hardly even glance at that news cut.
"Shinichi... The docks... Shinichi, remember..."

All of a sudden, I feel a gust of wind. That other person is by my side.
With a single blow, the newsprint falls under your nose.
You look at it.
I see you start to brush the idea aside.

"Shinichi! It's there! She is over there!"
For an instant, I despair at the thought that you cannot hear me.

Yet, after a long silence, you lift your chin.
That wary air. You heard me.
You are going to follow this unlikely path.

You ask the professor to start his car.

At last.
Hope has returned.

Here you are at the docks, I follow.
You can hardly believe your eyes.
But yes, she really is there.

After finding your way past numerous identical containers, leaving the professor in the car "just in case", you discover her at that fateful place.
The place where, shortly after you became Conan, we found her sister.

You wonder how the devil she managed to get here by her own means, but truly, it does not matter.
You see her, crouching, trembling; her coat too thin to protect her from the cold of the night. She leans against a container, facing, without knowing, the very spot where Masami died...

At your arrival, she turns away her face.

But you no longer wish to ignore what is happening before your very eyes.
You know that unless you do something, she will destroy herself.
And that it would destroy you as well.

You defy her, she replies.
You exchange bitter phrases, painful words.
You strip your respectful misunderstandings to the bone, you express your pains, your sorrows, these truths that hurt.

She mentions her fears and you shout at her.

You never could deal with such things gently.
It is both a fault and a quality of yours.

At last, your voices hoarse, you stop.
The sound of the sea, of a ship leaving the docks suddenly fills your world.

You ask her if she too, she expects to leave you alone, abandoned behind.

Shinichi...

She tries to answer, but, hesitant, she falls back on her default sarcasm and pessimism.

You correct her.
No. The antidote is not what interests you, hardly ever was, and certainly is no more.
You do not wish to lose another to their evil hands.

They are the ones who took me away from your life, it certainly is not her fault.
You do not wish to give them another chance.
You promised you would protect her, and, at your words, I feel the breeze of that other person stir.

I can see her, she stands beside Ai.
Masami. No, Akemi... The young woman looks at me, and smiles with the most melancholy that could be.
Akemi rests an evanescent hand on the tired shoulder of her young sister.

"Ai... Ai, help Shinichi. Please."
Don't let my Shinichi destroy himself.
She doesn't seem to hear me.

You lower your eyes, letting her reflect on your words without the weight of your sad gaze.

She mumbles that she is an idiot, just like you are to her eyes.
She stands up, you raise your head.
She speaks with a cold and level tone.
At last. Her fear is starting to dissolve.
Sharply, she asks for forgiveness, more or less, and reassures you.
Okay. She shall not flee.
I died because of them, but all is not lost.

I know you would like to say it is, but you know that you would be wrong.

She continues, with a shrug.
If one is to risk all that is left, she wants to repair her mistakes.
She swears to you that she will make the antidote.
Not for you, nor for her, but for me.

She will not have me dead for nothing.

At this, her voice softens.
I glimpse the tears in the corners of her eyes.

You have tears in your own.
I embrace you with my ghost-like arms, hoping to comfort you.
You will live, you will overcome this challenge that is my sudden departure.
I know that now.
I smile as I cry in relief, with my phantom tears.

I notice, as I rise, that Akemi is similarly reassured for Ai.

You take each other by the hand, to return to the professor in his car.

Akemi takes my hand, and smiles.

And the wind blows, revealing to us your future.
Your path will be long, scattered with trials, but I see you together, till the very end.
You, protecting her with all your heart, and she coming to your aid when you least expect, revealing bit by bit her love and devotion for you.

You never were selfish or ungrateful, and you won't be.
I am glad to know that you will not waste the love you were saving for me.

Two white wings carry me up towards the night sky. Akemi follows with her own blood red wings.

Just as the moon has been doing tonight, the two angels we have become shall watch over you both, for all the remainder of your lives...

END

And when I first finished this I was surprised yet again, for it was my first successful ConanxAi fiction. xX Yeay.