Fandom: Detective Conan
Publish Date: 4/25/2006
Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan. But I do have homemade hand-puppets for each character...that's normal, right?
She looked so relieved, sitting on the back bumper of an ambulance, chattering animatedly on her cell phone. Chatting with him, of all people, completely unaware that he could see her clearly, see her smile and her expression.
Conan sighed to himself. Maybe it was better this way.
…it really was for the best if she didn’t know that she’d told him her most precious, most guarded secret. Over the radio of the runaway airplane she was fighting so hard to land, no less. The girl had more courage than she recognized in herself.
The first day she’d met Conan, she had told him about her best friend Shinichi, the boy she loved. She’d talked about him at length, describing him as a cocky mystery nerd before going on to say that he was handsome, cool…brave.
He wasn’t brave. At least, he wasn’t in the way that counted.
“I love you, Shinichi…”
He sighed, and felt himself crack.
She really was the braver of the two of them. He’d known how he felt about her for so long, and to hear her tell it, she’d known for quite some time that he was The One. There had been so many chances to tell her the truth…and every time opportunity had knocked, he had fled.
Leaving Ran to say it first. After bawling him out for…well, abandoning her. Then she’d pulled the rug out from under him; he’d been too stunned to respond until after she’d convinced herself that it wasn’t really him on the other end of the line.
She had the courage to come clean before he did, even if she wasn’t acknowledging that she had actually done it.
And listening to her—watching her—he just couldn’t bring himself to tell her that she was wrong, that she had told him the truth…and how happy it had made him to finally hear the words from her lips. Even now, he couldn’t tell Ran the truth.
Behind Conan’s glasses, Shinichi smiled sadly.
He really was a coward.