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peppymint1986author: peppymint
title: Wounded
disclaimer: I own no one and nothing
Rating: E for Everyone
Challenge: Song Fic
I own nothing and no one
Wounded
“Be good Conan-kun,” Ran called back over her shoulder. “I’ll be back in a couple hours. Tell Sonoko if you need anything.”
The shrunken detective waved enthusiastically as his childhood friend walked out the door. “Don’t worry neechan, We’ll be fine.” The fake smile disappearing from his face the moment she was out of sight. So caught up in his thoughts, he didn’t even hear the music as it began to play.
“Yeah yeah,” the blond barely looked up from her magazine, apparently not realizing Ran was gone already. “I’ll watch the brat.” She turned another page, once again immersing herself in the world of French fashion. If she had been paying more attention, the heiress might have been worried about her small charge.
Now I can't go on...I can't even start
I've got nothing left... just an empty heart
Conan’s face was grim. His sapphire eyes bleak and empty. Devoid of anything even remotely resembling hope. He didn’t know why he was surprised. Surly he hadn’t expected Ran to wait forever. But, it hurt so much.
I'm a soldier... wounded so I must give up the fight
There's nothing more for me... lead me away
Or leave me lying here
The tantei clenched his fists, wishing for the umpteenth time he could go back and whip the fool he had once been over the head. Hard. Shinichi Kudo had been a brilliant detective true, but he had been a lousy person. Arrogant and stupid, at least stupid in all the ways that mattered. Had anyone besides Ran even cared he disappeared? He doubted it.
Sound the bugle now... tell them I don't care
There's not a road I know that leads to anywhere
Without Ran, was there even anything to go back to? The detective had to wonder. Perhaps he should just give up, start over. Forget he had even been anybody other than Conan Edogawa. Taking down the Black Organization wasn’t his responsibility. That was what the CIA and FBI were for. Not to mention Japan’s finest; For every dirty cop, there were a dozen honestly deticated to their work.
Without a light, I fear that I will stumble in the dark
Lay right down and decide not to go on
But could he really do that, the teenager trapped in the body of a child questioned himself. Simply forget all the people Gin and Vodka’s vicious employers had hurt. And what about Ai? What would she say to this? The Black Organization was still looking for her. They would never give up, not until their former agent was dead.
Then from on high, somewhere in the distance There's a voice that calls,
Remember who you are... if you lose yourself,
Shinichi had become a detective because he believed in justice. That was why he unflinchingly walked into murder scene after murder scene. For the victims and their families, in order to ensure no killer walked away free. Was he going to give that up now?
Your courage soon will follow,
So be strong tonight... remember who you are
He wasn’t. His blue eyes hardened into a steely haze that made murderers weak in the knees. The battle wasn’t over yet, far from it. It was one the tantei had no intention of losing either. The Black Organization would fall.
The detective swore it on the graves of their countless victims. Even if one of those victims turned out to be Shinichi Kudo. He could see justice done for his former identity. After that, well at least Ran would have closure. He didn’t want her to spend the rest of her life wondering about his fate. And he wouldn’t give up hope either, there was still a chance for them.
To be free once more.
Yeah, that's worth fighting for
Faith renewed, Conan snuck out of the room under the eye of his not so observant babysitter. There was work to be done. He didn’t look back once. If he had, he might have seen a very unSonoko-like smirk cross the young woman’s face.
title: Wounded
disclaimer: I own no one and nothing
Rating: E for Everyone
Challenge: Song Fic
I own nothing and no one
Wounded
“Be good Conan-kun,” Ran called back over her shoulder. “I’ll be back in a couple hours. Tell Sonoko if you need anything.”
The shrunken detective waved enthusiastically as his childhood friend walked out the door. “Don’t worry neechan, We’ll be fine.” The fake smile disappearing from his face the moment she was out of sight. So caught up in his thoughts, he didn’t even hear the music as it began to play.
Sound the bugle now... play it just for me
As the seasons change... remember how I used to be
As the seasons change... remember how I used to be
“Yeah yeah,” the blond barely looked up from her magazine, apparently not realizing Ran was gone already. “I’ll watch the brat.” She turned another page, once again immersing herself in the world of French fashion. If she had been paying more attention, the heiress might have been worried about her small charge.
Now I can't go on...I can't even start
I've got nothing left... just an empty heart
Conan’s face was grim. His sapphire eyes bleak and empty. Devoid of anything even remotely resembling hope. He didn’t know why he was surprised. Surly he hadn’t expected Ran to wait forever. But, it hurt so much.
I'm a soldier... wounded so I must give up the fight
There's nothing more for me... lead me away
Or leave me lying here
The tantei clenched his fists, wishing for the umpteenth time he could go back and whip the fool he had once been over the head. Hard. Shinichi Kudo had been a brilliant detective true, but he had been a lousy person. Arrogant and stupid, at least stupid in all the ways that mattered. Had anyone besides Ran even cared he disappeared? He doubted it.
Sound the bugle now... tell them I don't care
There's not a road I know that leads to anywhere
Without Ran, was there even anything to go back to? The detective had to wonder. Perhaps he should just give up, start over. Forget he had even been anybody other than Conan Edogawa. Taking down the Black Organization wasn’t his responsibility. That was what the CIA and FBI were for. Not to mention Japan’s finest; For every dirty cop, there were a dozen honestly deticated to their work.
Without a light, I fear that I will stumble in the dark
Lay right down and decide not to go on
But could he really do that, the teenager trapped in the body of a child questioned himself. Simply forget all the people Gin and Vodka’s vicious employers had hurt. And what about Ai? What would she say to this? The Black Organization was still looking for her. They would never give up, not until their former agent was dead.
Then from on high, somewhere in the distance There's a voice that calls,
Remember who you are... if you lose yourself,
Shinichi had become a detective because he believed in justice. That was why he unflinchingly walked into murder scene after murder scene. For the victims and their families, in order to ensure no killer walked away free. Was he going to give that up now?
Your courage soon will follow,
So be strong tonight... remember who you are
He wasn’t. His blue eyes hardened into a steely haze that made murderers weak in the knees. The battle wasn’t over yet, far from it. It was one the tantei had no intention of losing either. The Black Organization would fall.
Yeah, your a soldier now,
Fighting in a battle,
Fighting in a battle,
The detective swore it on the graves of their countless victims. Even if one of those victims turned out to be Shinichi Kudo. He could see justice done for his former identity. After that, well at least Ran would have closure. He didn’t want her to spend the rest of her life wondering about his fate. And he wouldn’t give up hope either, there was still a chance for them.
To be free once more.
Yeah, that's worth fighting for
Faith renewed, Conan snuck out of the room under the eye of his not so observant babysitter. There was work to be done. He didn’t look back once. If he had, he might have seen a very unSonoko-like smirk cross the young woman’s face.
