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Edogawa Conan held the gun in his hand.His disdainful gaze was directed towards the young detective who was lying on the ground, injured and unable to move.Unable to escape.And...It seemed quite painful to see such a scene from the third person.With his free hand, he held his own head, feeling the remnants of an old but already healed wound; a phantom pang from that blow received some time ago returned with vengeance.He hissed in pain as the older detective complained weakly and silently.Tsk.Was he really going to do this?Not that it was that difficult.Conan's gaze was directed again to Kudou Shinichi, who was dying, and somehow, still alive.It was kind of pathetic to look at.Having believed himself untouchable had caused the disaster in which they both ended up involved.Conan clutched the gun in his hand.It wouldn't be too difficult.Killing his father was not complicated.After all, Shinichi had died that terrible night, so long ago in Tropical Land.Well, almost dead.Shinichi was stubborn as a vermin, clinging to a life that ultimately no longer belonged to him.Shinichi had hated Conan.And Conan himself had come to hate himself.But there were many people, people around him who made him feel accepted, loved, appreciated; unconditionally and loyally, they had come over time into the life of the smallest detective, proving that he was worthy of love and affection.Conan really appreciated them for it.Shinichi wanted to go back.He wanted to return to that horrible life full of empty praise, disdainful looks, completely alone; return to a cold and empty house.He wanted to return to be with Ran so they could be happy together, have the life that everyone expected Kudou Shinichi to have.Yeah.Shinichi was stubborn.And Conan hated him.For that and everything else.Shinichi had been reckless, haughty, conceited.It was simply maddening for Conan to look back, and realize with horror, what a terrible person Kudou Shinichi had been to the world that had surrounded him.Conan stopped his gaze on the weapon.Perhaps Shinichi's recklessness was what had made Conan's existence possible.And Conan, in a worrying and somewhat twisted way, thanked Shinichi for making his existence possible.But Conan was not going to let the older detective take away everything he had achieved.Conan had friends, acquaintances, family, a thief wizard who would spend entire nights telling him that he loved him, that no matter what he decided, he was not going to judge what he chose.Kaitou-kun would stay by his side.Conan wiped the tears from his face.He was truly grateful for the life he had.He was grateful to live.Many had let him know about his value, his importance, how loved he was; above all, this had been consistently and stubbornly demonstrated by a white-suited thief who loved him.Who loved him.His gaze softened, fondly remembering the thief wizard.Edogawa Conan had fallen in love with a thief.Of all the possible options, a detective and a thief had fallen in love.How ironic, right?'You shouldn't fall for a criminal's charm', Shinichi would have said.Well, he would have done it if he himself were capable of speaking, and if he weren't lying on the ground, in an intermediate state of unconsciousness and dying.Conan would have stuck out his tongue in response, ignoring his father, and running into the arms of the thief magician with whom he had fallen in love and then escaping together in the darkness of the night never to be seen again.Oh...Oh!Shinichi certainly disapproved of his decision.His very bad choice.In the end, Conan was a culmination of everything Shinichi had ever hated.Conan was a liar, a thief, a manipulator, practically the boy himself was a lie.In a way, he was a criminal.Shinichi hated criminals.Therefore, Shinichi could never love a thief.The older detective was so stubborn and a fervent believer in a black and white world; Shinichi would be unable to abandon such a mentality.While Conan, unlike his counterpart, had been born, grown and lived together, to the point of living surrounded by a world full of shades of gray.Conan knew the value of guarding certain secrets, of pitying certain criminals, to learn their motives and empathize with some of them.Conan knew that certain truths were best kept hidden.Besides...Kudou Shinichi deserved nothing of what Edogawa Conan had freely and unconditionally obtained.He shoots.Edogawa Conan killed Kudou Shinichi.And I would kill anyone else who decided to get in the way of happiness, the one he had achieved with so many complications.