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In the end, taking down the Black Organization, the Karasuma Syndicate, whatever you wanted to call it, had been worth it. The industries they had crawled into, the lives they had ruined, all safe from them going forward. Shinichi was happy and satisfied with how the case turned out even if it had taken a few years.
There wasn't a cure for his little problem. At least not now. Shiho said the temporary antidotes were probably killing them and ceased making them, but had said she’d keep looking for a full cure ‘if he really wanted her too’
Like that was a question at all. Conan was just temporary! Supposed to be temporary. Ran and he had made so many plans. Plans that weren’t going to go anywhere until he wasn't in the body of a child.
Plans that had crumbled to dust when Heiji had blurted out that he’d caught Ran and Kazuha in embrace. And he was happy for her! He wanted Ran's happiness more than anything.
It was just hard accepting it was no longer him making her happy.
This KID heist was a welcome distraction. At just the right time too. Whatever Kaitou KID’s reason for being gone the last few months was no big deal in the grand scheme of catching him.
Battle brought thrill, mindlessness, and satisfaction and ire every time Conan almost had him cornered. Shinichi noted the little things; KID moved slower now, KID kept a wider sense of personal space, but that didn't mean much with Conan’s soccer ball around
The taunt, the chase, it all led to the roof. Typical and cliche but a classic.
Everything was normal, everything was right until KID had wobbled a little, and then with a little pant said:
“As fun as this is, I can't stay long little detective. The babysitter gets anxious when I don't return on time. Wouldn't want to worry him.”
Shinichi froze up, and it allowed KID an easy glider escape.
KID had…kids? Or at least one child. He knew this Kaitou KID wasn't the original, and was around Shinichi’s age.
And he'd moved on in life, as most people do.
Something that Conan could never do.