Ai Haibara centric one-shot.
Detective Conan does not belong to me.
Opposites
The opposite of love is not hate. Most people think it is but that is not true.
Fear is the opposite of love.
"It is better to be feared than loved." I can't remember who said that but there is truth to it.
Love and fear. Fear and love. A person can love someone so very dearly. Yet, a person can fear the person they love so dearly.
Why is that?
I can't understand why. But I know that he isn't afraid of me. That means that he can't love me either. Not the way he loves her.
But I am afraid of him sometimes. What drives him? How can he keep living as he does? Is it simply for her? Or is he afraid to lose a constant in his life? Either life he has lived.
If I fear him sometimes, does that mean I love him? Can one emotion exist without the other?
I suppose love and fear go together like peas and carrots. A corny analogy, but, perhaps, an apt one.
They can both exist in a person at the same time. Peas and carrots can be served apart. Maybe a person does not have to have love if they are afraid.
Perhaps this means that I do not love him.
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"Hey! Haibara?"
Jumping slightly, Haibara turned towards the person that interrupted her thoughts, "Yes, Kudo-kun?"
"Are you all right? You had spaced out there for a while." He tilted his head in the direction at the retreating forms of three children, "Kinda hard to ask with the kids around."
She sifted a strap of her backpack, stalling for a moment to calm down and collect her thoughts. "Girl things," she said slowly, not wishing to divulge her true thoughts.
Conan backed off with an expression that said he did not need to know, "Okay, then. I'll see you tomorrow." He walked off towards the Mouri Detective Agency.
She stared for a moment at his retreating form. Turning, she walked towards Professor Agasa's, drifting back into her thoughts.
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Maybe I do love him. But not in the same way she loves him and not the same way he loves her.
The fear I feel around him is different from the fear I feel around them.
And I think that is all I need for now, the love of a friend.
Yes, I know her thoughts jump around but every train of thought does that.
Constructive criticism is appreciated. Please, no flames and what not.