An unrevealed story- Ranpoe Fanficc

Chapter 9

I have to say those were the most exciting days of my entire life. We spent exactly two weeks creating our splendid masterpiece. A perfect crime. Every day, Rampo-kun showed up at my door ready to continue writing. We were not only locked in my dark cave; there were times when Rampo-kun forced me - sometimes by pulling my arm tightly or head-butting me - to go outside and contemplate the city.
And so it went on, until the last day; our end. I was sitting in front of my desk, engrossed in memorizing each of the words we had been writing all these days. Suddenly the doors burst open, and the figure I was so familiar with appeared. He came running up to me, yet I did not realize his intentions until he slammed his head against my chest and I fell to the floor in a daze.
-Good morning Poe-kunn! -he said cheerfully.

- Be more careful Rampo-kun! - I chose to tell him as I stood up.

- Since today is the last day, I've decided to take you to the field! -he said with that mischievous smile of his.

I had never been to the countryside; I had never really been out of the city. I was anxious to know what it was like to be there with Rampo-kun writing.
About an hour later, we arrived at a hill, quite far from (name of the city, I think Yokohama?). I was in a daze, and extremely exhausted; unlike Rampo-kun, who was much better than when we had left.
I spread out a blanket on the thin grass, and went about depositing everything I had on me; candy, leaves, feathers, and little else.
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At the end of two hours we finished our great and wonderful novel. The sun was about to disappear; the sunset was truly magical. However, a doubt invaded my mind, to which I asked:

-Rampo-kun, will we publish the story?

He thoughtfully answered:
-Of course not, Poe-kun. It is something that will stay between the two of us. No one else will know of the existence of this precious story.

We were silent. I really thought it was a good idea to keep it only with him. Twenty minutes later, he said:

-Poe-kun, don't think you are not capable of something. I'm sure you'll become the best writer of all, I trust you. I always have; and that's why you never give up.

I looked him in the eyes; and moments later I pounced on him and hugged him tightly. Seconds later he said, in a childish voice:

-For the record, I will always know who the murderer is in all your stories.

I laughed loudly, but I didn't stop hugging him. That messy-haired boy who had changed me so much.
That's how I had fallen in love with that friend-rival, Rampo Edogawa, the best detective.
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I am sorry to tell all my readers that this is the end of my story. One that I will guard like gold and will avoid at all costs that Rampo-kun finds it. Although if he were to find it I would no doubt move to another continent out of embarrassment. I hope that, as the good writer that I am - or so Rampo-kun says - I have entertained you as much as I did writing it. Best regards.