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Chapter five

Fifteen years have passed since the day I first laid eyes on him, and fifteen years on I'm still fascinated with him just the same. As I lay here with my body tucked safely under the warmth of the sheets that covers us, I find myself getting lost in his proximity. It has become a ritual of mine, imprinting his features into my mind every chance I get. Not that I'm ever going to forget. I guess it's a freedom that I like to exploit at every opportunity.

No matter how much time may have passed, he never really seems to change. His hair is as ridiculous as ever and his eyes are as striking as they have ever been. A recent change however, is the scar that runs across his temple. A battle wound from one of our recent misadventures. Fortunately, we have yet to encounter anything quite like the Organisation, nonetheless danger never steered too far away. Despite what the scar may indicate, he is not as reckless as he used to be, after all these years, a scar or two was bound to happen. He is willing to seek help from people when he needs it, well from me really, and that is all that matters to me. For after all these ears I am still his partner.

Slowly I reach a finger to the scar that lays on his face. Its touch is still feels foreign to me. Almost like a part of him that does not seem to belong yet. Just like I used to be. I smile to myself as I traverse my finger through his familiar terrain. Every crease and every bump, all of it, it's all his. And he is all mine. I can't help but blush at thought. My journey leads me to his lips. They fall slightly apart as he sleeps. They're chipped and bruised from the latest adventure but I don't mind. It's all beautiful to me just the same.

The longer my finger rests on his lips, the more excited I feel. Softly, I tap my finger against his upper lip. A sly smile creeps its way into my face as I do. I find myself inching closer and closer towards him. I can almost feel the temperature around me rising the closer I get. I rest my face mere centimetres away from his. The finger that rested on his lip moves to his cheek as I move in to close the distance that stands between us.

"I think that may be illegal you know, I'm practically unconscious," he says as his eyes snap open, his voice glazed in his trademark arrogance.

I shoot back to my side of the bed in an instant. He laughs. His voice, his face, they perfectly reflect the embarrassment that I feel at this moment. I can feel the colour in my cheeks rising as I mentally slap myself for my lack self control. "How far were you planning to go with an unconscious man? I'm really worried," his voice perfectly complimenting his ego.

I give him a swift kick before I get out of bed. He winces I pain but I ignore him, desperate to just get out of the room. "Wait, can you please get me a cup of coffee?" I hear him ask.

"I'm already late for work," I tell him as I quickly gather my outfit for the day.

"Wonder why?" He responds as another rush of blood finds its way into my face.

"Shut up," is all I manage.

"You are a terrible wife you know."

I stop and turn to face him. "I don't remember ever marrying you."

"Right, well I have actually been thinking about that," he retorts. My heart skips a beat.

"You're thinking of proposing?" I ask him, barely able to keep the giddiness out of my voice.

"Me? Oh no no, I was thinking since our relationship is all sorts of weird and unconventional, I was thinking maybe you should be the one to propose. You know, maybe you can surprise me somehow," he states almost matter of factly.

Moments like these is when I question my love for him. I give him the dirtiest look I can muster before hurling a pillow straight at his face.

As I start leaving the room I hear him shout, "I love you!"

I look back at him and I can't help but laugh. His goofy smile never failed to break me before and nor did it now. Without a sound, and as clearly as I can, I mouth it right back at him.

The sun begins to set just as the sounds of the sirens begin to fade away. With another successful case solved, I expect to see the detective's face swimming in pride. However, he seems rather down, seems rather lost.

"We should get going, it's going to be dark soon," I tell him.

"Let's stay for a while," he replies, watching the sunset, "it's beautiful."

It really is. It has been a while since I have had the chance to enjoy the beauty of a winter sunset. As the cold air begins to settle, whatever warmth that remains is quickly being stripped away by the impending darkness. The orange canvas of the sky, is slowly transforming into different shades of black. Yet, even the cold and the dark exhibit their unique beauty as the merging of day and night unfolds for us all to witness. Just as the light is about to disappear, I hear him blow out a breath.

"You really not going to say anything?" I ask him.

"I'm about to say a lot of things," he smirks, "I just don't know where to start."

"How about from the beginning?" I respond.

He faces away from me. He steps away from me. Before he starts speaking. "Do you remember what we talked about the other day? You know, marriage," he asks.

It has been a few weeks but I could never forget. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since then. To be honest, I have considered proposing like he joked. I know that he was being the witty idiot that he is, but I can't say the thought never piqued my interest. Alas, I could never really think of a way to do it.

I think my silence answers his question. "Well so have I," he begins, "I've thought about it ever since that day and even before then. I've been thinking about it ever since you and I got together. I've had years to plan and create an elaborate plan, to orchestrate this huge romantic gesture, but I don't want to do that anymore."

He turns to face me and the look of horror on my face is clearly understood by him. "Would you listen to me first," he says as I try to mask my fears. "I've never been the guy that held your hands and took you on dates. I've never been the guy that bought you flowers and flattered you to death. I can be that guy, and god knows you deserve all that but that's not me," I think the world around me quietens, for at this moment, all I can hear are his words.

"Right now, at this moment, I'm looking at what may be the two most beautiful sight on this earth and I can't help but think, shouldn't all of this be enough. After all, working the job I love, with the partner I love, in the place I love. Could I really be looking for more?"

"It is these moments that remind me just how much you mean to me. And this is the same feeling I want to convey to you. But never have I been Shinichi the romantic, and I need you to know that will probably never change. I will never remember our anniversary, and I'm not sure I even know when valentine's day is, but is that really important? I love you, but I have never thought of you as my lover. You have always been my partner, always and that will never change. So instead of giving you my love, instead of showing you my love, can I just share it with you?"

He interrupts me before I can get a word in, "more importantly, would you say yes if I told you that this right now is me asking you to officially be my life partner, my wife? No flowers, no ring, just me."

I can't help the laugh that escapes my lips. He seems understandably annoyed at my reaction, but a moment later he smiles, too. Surely, he must realize the absurdity of this whole scenario. "I don't care for romantic gestures," I begin, "I don't care about your compliments, and I sure as hell don't care about valentine's day. But you know, I can't really say yes when you never really asked," I step closer to him.

"I did just ask," he says. I give him a look that he perfectly understands. "You want me to say the words," he asks.

"I want you to say them very much," I reply, ever slowly making my way to him.

"Will you marry me?" his voice quivers as he speaks.

"There was no conviction behind that," I say barely keeping my emotion in check, "besides are you sure that is something you want? I am a wicked woman after all."

"Okay, I'm going to say this one more time so you better listen," my heart is beating faster than it ever should, "I the great Kudo Shinichi, am asking Miyano Shiho, Haibara Ai, Sherry and anything and everything in between. Would you please let me out of my misery and just marry me?"

The sun has already set, but the world never seemed so bright. The cold has already settled, but I've never felt this warm. The flood gates to my soul break open as the tears begin to fall. My laugh again begins to sound. I find myself shaking with happiness. I am drowning in a sea of emotions that are more peaceful than anything short of his embrace.

There was a time in my life where happiness seemed like a faraway fantasy. A luxury reserved only for those who are truly good. I'm not one of those people, never have been. So maybe I was wrong about happiness, maybe I was wasn't. Either way, this feels just right.

"Yeah," I answer him, as I close the distance between us.

The End.

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