Case closed. A CELTs proyect

Chapter 5. Farewell letter

Hello to all.

Welcome to a new chapter of Detective Conan. The CELTs case, or Case Closed. A CELT's project.

I hope you're liking what we've been doing;For now we're discovering quite a few things about Ryouri's life through the flashbacks like: who she is, where she comes from and the strange relationship she has with Shiho Miyano and that mysterious kiss that hopefully will be clarified in today's chapter (I won't advance anything for spoilers xd)... there are still many secrets to discover and that throughout the chapters will be unveiled. I hope you like what I bring you today. A hug and enjoy.

WARNING! The following story you are about to read is a non-profit fan fic that is only meant to entertain those Detective Conan fans who are looking for a good time. The rights of reproduction, characterization of the characters do not belong to me, but to the great Gosho Aoyama, creator of the series and I hope he can continue writing for many more years (Will his work surpass the masterful Francisco Ibañez's Mortadelo y Filemón in number of years? Whatever the case, Detective Conan is already in the Olympus of the best comics in history) Let's begin!

The world stopped at the very moment he saw those electric blue eyes that lit up his body and at the same time his face lit up with so much emotion that he looked like a complete tomato, but he didn't care, after many years waiting for a moment to meet her he had finally done it. In front of him stood the most important girl in his life.

Shiho Miyano.

And who was now parading among a group of children who looked like primary school children.

"So she did take the APTX after all," he thought to himself, marvelling at her appearance as a little girl of no more than 8 years old, "She hasn't changed a bit.

He was standing still in his place watching her, oblivious to time itself, until three seconds later, her serious face is staring back at him. His heart races like a steam engine picking up speed while in his throat he feels a terrible lump that prevents him from saying a word, all he does is form a nervous smile pleading for her to acknowledge him. She stares at him for no more than three seconds with a look of boredom and looks back at the line. Ryouri froze in her tracks.

"Did he... really didn't recognise me?" he thought with a great pressure that was slowly building up. He watched as he walked away towards the door at the same time as his golden opportunity. He frowned. "No, I can't let her leave without talking to her first." He watched the line end and stepped to the end of it and followed her. If he pretended to be one of the children, maybe she would take him to where she lived and it would be easier to be alone. He walked out of the door of the museum, drops began to fall from the sky, touching his body little by little, and inevitably he remembered that day in the rain and that explosive kiss, he couldn't think about that, he had to concentrate. The line stopped at a small stop five metres from the museum door where a city bus was waiting for them. He watched as one by one the children got on the bus, at the same time as their teacher was counting "Horror!" thought Ryouri getting nervous.

"If he finds out I'm a stowaway he'll call the police and I won't be able to follow them... I have to think."

I looked carefully at the bus as the line moved forward. It was a 3 metre long city bus with three elongated windows on both sides, both sealed to the bus itself, impossible to enter through there and the back which he could not see very well, he suspected would have the same result. He had no choice but to resort to acting like a child, but first he needed to know where he was going. He caught the eye of a boy in front of him who was talking to another boy and gave him an annoyed look.