The Death of a Detective

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Hi! This is just something I thought of at midnight when I couldn't sleep, so sorry for mistakes. Feel free to message or review when you spot them. Constructive criticism is welcome with open arms, but please don't flame.

Thank you so much for reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan.

Conan POV

Water enveloped me, swirling around like silk. My lungs hurt for air, but I expected this to happen. Ran never deceived anyone. She didn't lie, she didn't hurt the one she loved. I even lied in death, telling her I had an air tank. She deserved to live, to get the last oxygen tank. Not a worthless lying boyfriend, who does nothing but hurt her. I spread my arms, and watched the surface crawl towards me. It wouldn't come fast enough to save me. As my vision blurred, I let my last breath out.

"Sorry, Ran" With that, my lungs gave out.

Ran POV

I saw the boat on the surface, and swam faster, thanking god that Conan had another air tank, and a mind like a vice. I turned around, looking for him. I got all the way back to where I first broke the surface, but didn't see him. Finally, I checked underneath me. I saw him floating there, but he was limp under the water, his his arms floating by his side, unmoving. I knew something was seriously wrong. I quickly switched directions, and Sonoko, not noticing, kept on going. The closer I got to him, the more I could see his face. It was milky white, and his lips were blue. No bubbles rose from his mouth, and there was no sign of an air tank on his face. As soon as my mind processed this,  my body started shaking, and I refused to believe it. I grabbed his arm, slapped my air tank on to his face, and kicked upwards even stronger than Makoto could have. I broke the surface, and immediately felt arms wrap around me. As soon as I set Conan down on the boat, screams rang out.

"Brat!" Sonoko, with a towel wrapped around her, screamed.

"Conan!" Wailed the Detective Boys. My dad immediately took his pulse, while we all held our breath. I watched his features, but no smile appeared on his face. He didn't speak, just hung his head. We didn't need any words to know. Conan, my little brother, the source of my happiness, is gone.

Third Person

It was impossible to count the number of the people at the funeral. Most of Japan owed a lot to this little boy. The Kaito Kid cancelled his heist, and swapped his light suit for a black one to pay his respects to his little rival. As he stood over the body of his Tantei-kun, the Kaito Kid's poker face finally shattered, and tears streamed down his face as his shoulders shook. Neither Hakuba nor Nakamori made any attempt to arrest him.

         A lot of FBI agents were there, and Jodie, Camel, James, and even Akai had tears streaming down their face. Conan's plans had saved countless lives, including their own. Along with the FBI were many memers of the CIA and Japanese Secret Police. Officers from Tokyo to Gunma to Hokkaido showed up to celebrate the life of their new savior and mascot. Takagi, Sato, and the other officers who had been very close to Conan looked lost, and hugged each other.

         Yukiko and Yusaku Kudo were also a mess. Yukiko didn't bother to put on a disguise, it didn't feel right. She and Yusaku were locked in an embrace, knowing that it was their son that was dead, not a fictional character. Prof. Agasa joined them, thinking of the good times he had shared with Shinichi, like being the first one to learn about the his shrinking, and the countless inventions he had given to the teen.

        The Detective Boys were sobbing, and couldn't speak. They had seen so much death at their young age, but this one, the one of their close friend,  destroyed them. Heiji and Kazuha hugged with their heads on each other's shoulders, but only Heiji knew the true loss that everyone had suffered. Ai stood to the side, her head resting on her knees. She never repaid him for everything he had done for her. And then there was Ran. Her sorrow equaled that of Yukiko. She had sunk to the ground, shoulders heaving as sobs racked her body.

        This boy, merely seven, had saved so many lives. Never turning his back on justice, and never giving up on his friends, even in the darkest of times. He had seen so much death, but he was happy for other's sake. His smile brought happiness to people all over Japan. Yet, this happiness was only a façade. The few people who really knew the boy knew he was being slowly destroyed. Lying to all of his loved ones, hurting them, he was breaking. But even this was done just to keep them safe from harm. He carried the burden by himself. Yet the boy was struck down. Even this was done to save another, to put others before himself. This boy savior was gone and now an entire nation grieved for him. This was true, yet the man inside the boy could only trust seven people, and only these seven people felt the true loss Japan had suffered. Kudo Shinichi was dead.

Heiji POV

        Rain dripped off Heiji's black suit as he stared at the grave in front of him. Edogawa Conan it read. Edogawa Conan. Heiji's best friend wouldn't even get his real name on his grave. Hot tears were now rolling down Heiji's face and mixing with the rain. He would never grow up. Never get back to Neechan, tell her that he loved her, and marry her. He would never take down the black org, or even get back to high school. Heiji would never again see his knowing smirk, or his death glare, or his even smile. Something as simple as a smile, gone from the world, never to return. Kudo was trapped in his moving prison until he died. Not wanting to think about it any more, Heiji turned to his left, and he could see Ran on her knees, with her hands on her face. To his right were the people who knew the real loss the world had suffered. They had stayed until the end because they had decided before the funeral. Ran had to know the truth . I knelt down to her.

        "Neechan" I whispered. She slowly looked up at me, and her face almost made me retreat. Her eyes were puffy and red, and tears had been streaming down her face for hours. Her face conveyed pure sorrow. Still, I had to do this. We couldn't keep pretending. I took her arm, and Yusaku and Yukiko led the solemn march to the Kudo manor. As we pushed inside, Neechan began to understand why. We finally reached the library, and she fell to the floor.

        "I-It Co-ouldn't be. No. NO!" Her voiced reached a scream, but we couldn't hide the truth any longer. Yusaku knelt down and put his arm on her back. It didn't help her morale when she saw that all of us also had tears running down our face.

        "Ran. I'm sorry, but- but he was." Ran didn't say anything, but collapsed to her knees, a fresh round of tears and scream coming out. Without a word, Yukiko, who was just as distraught, wrapped her arms around Ran. Yusaku and I did the same. Our sobs blended together, and we soon fell asleep.

        When Heiji awoke, he trudged out on to the balcony, seeing Ran already leaning on the railing. The sun slowly climbed the horizon. It had been a terrible day, but the world had made it through. Ran Mouri and Heiji Hattori stood and watched. The sunrise was one to remember. A deep sapphire blue splattered the sky along with a ruby red sun shining and yellow tinted clouds dotting the skyline. The sunrise's resemblance to a blazer and bowtie did not go unnoticed. Heiji cleared his scratchy throat once, and then spoke.

"He's keeping an eye on us." An equally hoarse voice waited a few seconds but replied.

"He is."

My eyes watered a little while I was writing this! Again, thank you so much for reading!