KaiShin Short Story

~Ichi~

Scream after scream. Slash after slash. Shot after shot. One after the other. They came with no end. Guns were fired. Bodies were thrown. Blood dripped from the bleeding wounds.

The fire grew higher and higher. Hotter and hotter. Redder and redder.

Just as life is destroyed. Life can be created. 55.3 million people die each passing year. 151,600 people die each day. 6,316 people die each hour. 105 people die each minute. Two people die each second of each day.

Every life that is ended, is replaced. 131.4 million births per year. 360,000 births per day. 15,000 births each hour. 250 births each minute. Four births each second of every day.

Life is taken, but replaced. It causes much sorrow, yes, however, the four births that just happened are filled with happiness. Two times as more happiness as there is sorrow. I know what sorrow feels like. Someone died because of my carelessness.

4:29a.m., Saturday

The seven year old boy shifted in his slumber as the wind howled and the rain pounded against the windows.  No one saw the white bird flying through the sky. Well, someone did, but...let's say they didn't tell anyone until later in the day. That person saw how the bird wobbled and was pulled off course by the wind ever so often. However, no one saw the bird land. The bird toppled into it's nest, almost falling multiple times. The bird then retired it's white feathers and slept the rest of the morning away.

9:03a.m., Mouri Detective Agency, Saturday

The tiny detective awoke to the voice of his childhood friend, Mouri Ran, who was calling his name from the staircase. He woke, sat up, yawned, and stood. He dragged his feet over to the dresser, got a change of clothes, and began to change. Shortly after, he entered the bathroom and brushed his hair and teeth. Then, he left the apartment and ran down into the office. Mouri Kogoro and his daughter Mouri Ran were talking with a client, who had just recently came by.

"Ah! Conan, there you are. Do you want something to drink?"

Conan sleepily nodded as he rubbed his eyes. The client turned back towards Conan and smiled at him. Conan smiled back and then watched as the man turned back towards Kogoro and continued to talk. Ran came back into the room with a cup of orange juice and handed it to Conan, who took it thankfully. Ran then stood behind her father and listened to the client as he began to explain. Of course, Conan approached them too, to listen in on the juicy information.

"You see, I'm aware that the police usually handle things like this, but I didn't want to go to them and make it public. I was also aware of the fact that... well, the KID Killer lives here with you."

Conan coughed, almost choking on his orange juice as the man said his rather... odd nickname. Ran sighed and kneeled down to clean off his face, of which was covered in orange juice. The client nervously sighed then continued.

"Very early this morning, I was awake finishing my manuscript for a story I am writing. The deadline was today so I had to stay up to finish it. If you recall, it was raining very hard and was very windy?"

Kogoro, Ran and Conan all nodded in response to the man. He scratched the back of his neck, but continued.

"You see, normally you'd think that he wouldn't be able to use his hang glider, but, I can attest that he was soaring through the sky early this morning."

Conan perked up as he heard this new information. Ran noticed this and began to smile.

"Go on.", she said. As told, the man went on.

"Now, I came to you, Detective, for two reasons. One being that the KID Killer lives here, and to find KID, you need the KID Killer. Two is that... when I was watching him, I noticed something odd."