Author's Note : Hey, guys :) I think it's official greeting here. I would like to thank those who had read and reviewed my story. It really means so much to me since this is my first fanfiction in English.
Also, I would like to acknowledged you that I have made some revisions for the previous chapters, which somehow affect the mood & tone and pace of the story. So, if you do have time, please kindly consider reading them through again.
As for some flaws many reviewers had pointed out, I am really thankful for that and completely agree with you, however, it's kind of my intention though :)))
Disclaimer : I do not own Detective Conan, but if I did, Shiho would definitely be the protagonist.
To whoever had reviewed and encouraged me meaningfully
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Chapter 4 : The grave
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"Because then your first kiss shall be mine"
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What?
"Kudo.."
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Quiet night. Quiet wind. Quiet stars. Inside the quiet car, a quiet couple just sat there, staring at each other. His hands on her shoulder. Her hands on his chest. No word was left. Shiho and Shinichi just stayed there. Inches apart between them.
"Kudo. Wait." The girl protested. The boy just kept smiling.
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"Stop it. Kudo.. Kudo.."
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"SHINICHI !"
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"Waahhhhhhhhhhhhhh !"
"Had a good dream?"
It was nine o'clock. Kudo Shinichi had just woke up with some strange feelings. Panting. He felt so tired as many beads of sweats kept flowing across his face. The young man was in his bedroom now, but not alone. Beside him, a strawberry blonde was pouring some hot tea from an olive kettle. She handed a cup over.
"What are you doing he.. Ouch!" Suddenly, the boy gripped his head. His face twisted in pain.
"You were drunk last night" said Shiho stalely. Irritatingly recalled the awkward moment they had shared last night before he abruptly passed out, just above her shoulder. "Were you out of your mind? Jet lagging and drinking heavily yet still drove us home." Her eyes shown disapproval. She crossed her arm and frowned like a mother facing her misbehaved son.
"Archh... Please. Stop that. My head hurts like crazy" He cried.
"Drink that and stop whining" The girl ordered, then, turned her back to the door as she began to leave.
"Err.. Thank you.. Oh. Wait. Were you here all night helping me out? I can't really remember anything but big thanks for that, Haibara"
Shiho stopped.
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Well, yeah, she wished. If only she hadn't had stayed, she wouldn't have heard him called that girl.
And he said he never loved her.
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Later in the afternoon, Shinichi and Shiho were back in the car again. It was Agasa's idea to have him drove her to some place since she didn't have Japanese driving license and the place was too rough to take public transportations. Actually, he didn't mind it at all. In fact, he was glad that they would have some times to reunion. And because of the long way to drive, two bosom pals began to chat casually as the same.
Then, they finally arrived, the noble graveyard of Saitama.
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mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
IN LOSING MEMORY OF
Miyano Atsushi
Miyano Alena
Miyano Akemi
The beloved family of Miyano Shiho
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
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In front of them rested a peaceful white stone engraved with the delicate text. Shiho just stood there, stared at the grave impassably, while the detective quietly observed her. This was the grave of Miyano family that Shiho had builded before going to America.
"There is no body inside, you know?" The girl broke the silence. "Obviously, there was no figure to be found"
Shinichi nodded, held his hands together to pay respect.
Shiho did the same. She slowly closed her eyes, deeply in thought as if remembering them. It still feels like yesterday. Gently, a vivid image appeared...
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"Mother. Father. Why would you two get married?"
As the Miyano family were enjoying their precious time in Haido City's park, the little 5-year-old Shiho suddenly asked her parents about their marriage. They had just gone to the wedding of Atsushi's friend a couple of days before. Both Atsushi and Alena looked at each other and then smiled at their youngest princess.
"That's simple. Because we love each other" Atsushi laughed.
"Is that it? I don't think marriage is all about love. Just loving is not enough to hold two people together. What about living and sharing!" Rather an uncommon smart child, the young Shiho just kept asking things deeper.
"That's already enough. Love rules all living and sharing !" The older Akemi cheerfully interrupted. She giggled happily as her father hugged and tickled her. Akemi then ran out playing catch with her father.
However, the little Shiho just frowned. Not quite satisfied with the answer because she didn't think an abstract feeling was really reasonable. Alena looked at her youngest daughter and left a chuckle for her.
"Mom! What ya doin' !" cried little Shiho as her mother pinched her cheeks in amuse.
"Canny girl! You just don't understand it, do you?" grinned Alena. "Leave it a rest. Some day you will know how wonderful the word 'Love' is."
"So, you mean you married dad because you love him, not because you want to live with him? Then, what if someday you don't love each other any more?" A scare appeared in her little eyes. The girl lowered her head, looking quite fearful.
Elena smiled at her.
She carelessed Shiho's hair lovingly.
"That are never gonna happen, my dear. I guess you have to experience love on your own. But just remember one thing, Shiho-chan. Just remember my words that by the time comes.."
The mother paused. Once again, a gentle smile couldn't help but appear on her face. Little Shiho blinked, waiting for the answer.
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"Don't marry the one you can live with. Do marry the one you can't live without."
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"Let's get going before it gets dark." Back to the real world, the strawberry blonde opened her eyes and gazed up to the firmament. It was quite late now. They should start driving back to Tokyo.
"Oh. Umm. Sure." Shinichi mumbled. Glancing at the girl with little worry. Then leading their way to the car. Shiho turned her head back, mourned at the grave once more.
I wish I understand your words soon,
Mother.
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Across the opposite site of the graveyard, there stood a young man and an elder in calm. A bouquet of flowers in their hands.
"Master Kaito. We should be hurried. It will be late to get back if we don't leave soon."
"Just give me more minutes."
The young man pleaded as the older shook his head and walked back to the parked car. The messy-haired man kneeled, carefully placed the lily bouquets on the argentine stone.
"I must go now, mom is waiting, but next time I come, I will have her visit you for sure,..."
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", father."