The Black Fox (Shinichi X Reader)

One For Sorrow

When the filmmaker's case was finally over, Dr. Agasa took everyone home. He dropped off Conan and you, before driving home with Haibara. The two of you climbed the stairs, unlocked the door, and headed inside. "Where is everyone?" You muttered, muffling a yawn.

"Kogoro's probably asleep, and Ran said she was spending the night at Sonoko's." Conan replied.

"If that's the case, I'm off to bed. See you in the morning." You waved to the boy halfheartedly, before heading to your room.

When you entered the room, you closed the door, and changed into your pajamas in the darkness. Satisfied with the warm comfortable clothing, you went to your bed. When your foot touched the futon, it wasn't greeted by warm blankets, but instead a sticky cold.

You staggered back, and scrambled for the light switch. Unfortunately, the light only succeeded in deepening the nightmare. Your futon had crimson red splattered across it. In the center of the thickening stain, laid the corpse of a pitch black bird with an ebony rose in its talons. You slid down the wall, unable to pry your eyes away from the gruesome sight before you. Half a dozen thoughts shot through your mind; It's him, I need to get rid of all of this, I need to get out of here, everyone else is in danger, I don't want them to find this. Incapable of bringing yourself to move, only one word escaped your lips.

"Judo!" You shouted, your voice trembling.

The door was thrown open mere seconds after. Conan's eyes quickly scanned the room, taking in what was in front of him, before kneeling by your side. He didn't utter a word, simply pulled you into his arms. You tucked your face into his chest, trying desperately to get the blood out of your mind. No tears fell from your eyes, but a light tremor conveyed the fear you tried to contain. Still holding you close, he pulled you to your feet, and led you out of the room. He guided you to the living room, and lowered you down beside the table.

You expected him to leave you and handle the situation in the room, but he didn't budge. He held you. It wasn't light or uncertain, on the contrary, he held you firmly as though the strength of his embrace could hold your cracking spirit together. The longer he held you, the more difficult it became to hold back the brimming tears. He continued to hold you, even as your tears soaked his shirt. The only noise that escaped your lips was a soft whimper, muffled by his chest. After what seemed like an hour, the tears stopped flowing, and the trembling tapered off. He still held you. His only movement was to slowly stroke your hair.

"I'm sorry." You whispered so softly you weren't sure he'd be able to hear.

"You have absolutely nothing to apologize for." He replied in an equally soft voice, lowering his face so he whispered the words into the top of your head.

Despite how comfortable and safe you felt there in his arms, you pulled away. You didn't bother wiping the slow to dry tears from your cheeks, as you looked into his warm blue eyes. Looking in his eyes, you felt your own begin to well up with tears once more. "I never should have stayed here." You whimpered, your voice quivering.

"What are you talking about?" He questioned, keeping his voice low so as not to wake Kogoro.

"He was here, in this house, all because of me." You paled, a thought occurring to you. "I don't want to think about what would have happened had Ran been here." The panic and anxiety violently bubbled in your chest. The pressure built in the core of your being. The unbearable weight suffocated you, your only access to oxygen the short quivering breaths that escaped your lips.

Conan's eyes widened fearfully, as the strangled gasps became shorter and more ragged. He seemed unsure of what to do, as the panic attack worsened. He went to pull you into his arms again, but decided against it. Instead, he grabbed both of your hands, squeezing them reassuringly. "Rin, listen to me. It's alright. You're safe, and so is everyone else." He tried to soothe you, knowing restraining you in a hug would only make things worse. Each breath became more labored, however, less of them came than before.