Detective Conan Oneshots

Chapter 5: Conan

A/N: I'm back for who knows how long. Sorry for the absence. I wasn't planning on posting this online but my account's been so dry, so, why not? I'll try to post another chapter if I can. My life's as busy as heck.

There stood a boy who was sixteen years old. He is the epitome of a man with a brilliant mind. He can solve unnerving and impossible crimes within a second. He is known around the country as the savior of the Japanese police. He is the apple in everyone's eye. He is the core of everything that revolves around soccer and brilliance in his world. The magnifying glass who can see right through your soul, a reader who can read straight at you.

A sign of perfection.

But within him is the central touch of arrogance. A prideful boy who believes too much in his self. He thought the world revolves around him. A sniffy boy who trails crimes not meant for a teenager. A boy who sticks his nose in other people's business. He risks his life not thinking of himself, yet it's selfish to think how he thinks he can save them when he can't. He is prideful for all of his looks and his mind. He is a wild tiger; he can only be tamed when he wants to be.

~.~

Deep within the dark abyss stood a figure not older than six. There he stood in resonance amidst the black corners of his own walls. Many attempts at escaping was done, still, he cannot escape. All hope for him to be free is nearly at its end. He wanted to give up, he couldn't take it anymore. All hope for him to return to normal is gone. He didn't want to believe he will be stuck like this forever – a sixteen year old mind with a child body.

And yet, despite of him wanting to give, there was still this little light of hope telling him not to give up. Do it for the sake of the lives of those you want to save. Do it for the betterment of yourself. Do it for the sake of the girl you love.

If only he can turn back time.

Replace that awful spirit of pride with a sense of benevolence.

Accept the fact that he cannot always be the best.

He mourned for his pathetic behavior. If it weren't for that, he wouldn't be here, in this situation, today.

But he's learned so much from only this part of the journey. He found a deeper cognizance aside from his ego. He learned the importance of friendship, acceptance, and generosity.

He wishes he were back to normal and be able to be the way he is now.

~.~

He gazed longingly at the woman who stood in front of him. A smile formed mirthfully at the corners of his lips. She looked beautiful in his eyes. The clothe hugging every inch and corner of her curvaceous body, the color of the dress making her skin pop and at the same time pale. Lips the color of a rose under the bright yellow sun. Her indigo orbs so soft with every glance she made. To him she is perfect, her tepidness overpowered by the beautiful aura that glowed within her.

She smiled at him when he caught her staring. Giggling amongst herself, she took his hand. Her palms were warm and lenient in his calloused, dry one. She held it close to her chest, the soothing beat of her heart pumping inside.

"Thanks for coming, Conan – kun. My day wouldn't been completed if you weren't here." Her voice spoke softly.

His smile drooped a bit, now becoming a humorless twitch. The frames of his glasses shielded the hurt and pain in his eyes. Still he smiled, for her and only her.

"It's no big deal, Ran – neechan. Wouldn't miss it for the world." He lied through his teeth. He wanted to speak the truth, but his walls were thicker than him. He never broke through.

She hummed in response and released his hand. Giving one last smile, she walked towards the man who waited by the altar. Lucky bastard, he thought in jealousy.

There stood a boy not older than seventeen. He looked as the woman and man made their vows at the altar. It struck his heart how he isn't the one standing there, giving her a ring that would signify his eternal love. It amazed him how he was still there, sitting idly at the church chairs, wishing how he shouldn't have been here and stayed at home. The hurt struck him harder when they kissed, and he was blazing with fury how he should be the one there.

But he was happy.

Happy at the fact she's moved on from him and went to a man who loved her as much as he did.

Happy at the fact that he wouldn't hurt her anymore.

Happy at the fact that he can still be by her side when he needed her.

Happy that he can watch her be happy without having to fake it.

Conan let out a tear. Clenching his fists, he hoped for a better future for him and for the now married woman he loved and will still love.

There sat a man who is believed to be a boy. Ten years has passed, but no progression was made. Secrets were still kept, lies still an easy task, trails for lost light still in search. His walls are now unbreakable; as cold and thick as the one who is contained inside. He is still the effervescent teenager many people have come to know, and that is what he intends for them to know. They will never discover that black pitch he's kept inside nor does he plan on telling. He's begun to not trust himself.

Where has that boy gone to?

Is he lost in his own unsolvable maze?

Did he die an awful death? Or did he live as a man who is as hidden as an outcast?

Many questions are still unasked. The only answer he can give to them were a smile, and the occasional fake innocence of not knowing the whereabouts of Kudo Shinichi. Because Edogawa Conan is tired. He is now a lost case.

And he'll never unravel his mask of lies.