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another goodbye

“Kaito… this is… difficult for me to say. I know that you’ve… tried. To be there for me, I mean. But I just can’t do it anymore. I feel like I haven’t slept in months. My mind never stops buzzing. The headache never goes away. I’ve stopped the drinking, the smoking, the late nights, but… the nightmares are worse. Constant.”

A slow, measured breath and then a sigh.

“I don’t expect you to understand what’s going through my head right now… it’s agony. I don’t remember the last time I was able to really relax. Even making love, now, I… the images.. they’re always there, like… shadows clinging to the corners of the room. Faces. Figures. I can feel them touching me. I can hear their whispers. It…. I… I just need to sleep… I just need to rest a little while. When you get back from your trip I’m sure I’ll be fine… just don’t.. worry too much. It just hurts. Hurts hurts hurts. I love you… mon cher corbeau…. I’m just… so tired.”

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Kaitobird: Goodbye

“They pulled me off of the case, Kaito! They want me to go back to London and take mandatory leave – for three weeks! THREE WEEKS. Or they’ll take away my badge! I can’t… You know, fuck it. I’m taking him down. I’ve waited too long for this. I’m leaving tonight. Don’t be surprised if you don’t hear from me for a couple of days, love. I’ll contact you when I get settled. The end of this case is within my grasp… I can feel it. Soon, Spider won’t be haunting me any more. Don’t worry, I’ve got funds and the firearm if I need it…” He laughed. “I had a feeling it would end in Paris… Mn. Give my love to Chieko and Akira. I’ll be home again soon. Je t’aime, mon cher corbeau. I can’t wait for this nightmare to be over.” 

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Goodbye~

“Please… if you’re getting this message, send help. There are four of us down here. God, I can only hope this reaches someone. I can’t see – too much smoke. Basement of the-” he broke off to give a hacking cough, gasping a moment before returning. “The… Hyatt… Minato-ku… Bomb squad, fire-”

There was a pause and a shuffle, phone against fabric. A child crying in the background. “God, no, stay still, don’t- things are shifting… Stay together. That’s it, low to the ground… yes, I know it’s wet. Hush, hush, it’s all right, they’re coming for us…” 

Static.

“Eastern side. We’re running out of air and the room is flooding. Please hurry.”

Click.

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“Goodbye.”

“Shit… voicemail…” A groan, a frustrated sigh. Hesitant hum. “God, what can I say? Hah… ahah… gnh.” The detective’s voice was choked, permeated with sniffles and half-failed attempts at staying calm.

“I love you, Kuroba Kaito. Whatever happens, just remember that. I never… deserved you. But I…” Muffled, gasping breaths. Was Hakuba… crying? “I’m sor- I’m sorry. I… th-thank you. For everything.”

His voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m so scared.”

Click.

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Goodbye

“God damn you can’t even answer your phone, Hattori?!" Hakuba’s voice, clearly frustrated, strained. “What would you like me to do now?”

Silence on the line, aside from the detective’s breathing, before he was answered with a gruff and muffled male voice.

“Proceed.” 

"Ha… certainly.” Bitter, hard. Angry. “Hattori, I’m to tell you to pass a message along to my dear daddy and the rest of the boys on the for- ah, fine, FINE, stop-”

Muffled clatter. A ragged, broken gasp from the detective. 

Silence. One… two…. three…

“Hattori.” Quieter, calmer. Broken. “The Superintendent General needs to know that if he wants to see me again that he’s to wait next to Hachikō…” He coughed, then released a shuddering breath. And then, in English, quickly. “Don’t let him leave the house. They’re going to intercept at- ahgh!”

The definitive sound of gunfire. Four shots in total. More muffled, shifting sounds. The thud of something heavy hitting the ground.

"Tomorrow evening…” The previous male voice said into the phone. “Seven o’clock sharp. If he wants the body in one piece.”

Click.

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‘ Goodbye ‘

“Conan-kun… ah, no. You really are my missing East Wind, aren’t you? Never mind. There’s not much time. I needed… to warn you that this case… this hotel… isn’t what it seems. Get out while you still can. I respect and admire you and your work… and wish you all the best in finding your happiness. But, Conan-kun…" 

There are three seconds of silence, then a sigh.

"…by the time you get this, I’ll be missing- just like the others. Please… if I could beg you one favor, one last request… pertaining to Kaitou Kid. I know that you’re the only one who can catch him. But when you do, please… protect him. Keep him safe, as a personal favor to me. He may be a thief, but he… he has his reasons. Trust me.

 ”Thank you… good luck… stay safe. Je t’aime, mon collègue. Au revoir.”

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Goodbye

“Ah, Takagi-keiji, I just wanted to let you know that the situation is now under control… We were able to disarm the bomb successfully and the gunmen have been subdued. Although we’re still hoping for some backup to deal with the ‘pickup’ for down town, we’ve changed the status of the hostage situation from ‘at will’ to ‘stand down.’ This means that you can tell my father – if you’re still at the office – that yes, I will be there for lunch. Thanks, Takagi-keiji… we’ll get coffee again soon, ne?" 

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(It’s too soon to say) Goodbye… Saguru-kun.

“Emi… I don’t have a lot of time. Find Kid. Tell him ‘Ballarat’ is the answer. Tell him that-” the strangled sound of a choking, muffled sob. “-that I love him. Don’t tell him that I love you. That I wanted to grow old with you. God, I… Emi… I… I’m so, so sorry. I’m not getting through this one. Tell Kid the box in… the safe is for you. And only you. I love you. I love you. I have to go. I can’t let them trace this.”

Click.

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“goodbye” (Dont go…)

“Camie-chan, I need you to listen very carefully… there’s something important that must be done and I can’t…  Well, I…”

A frustrated sigh. “I need you to get a code to Kaitou Kid. Do it however you have to, but make sure that he’s the only one who hears it. The code is ‘Ballarat’ – please do it as soon as you can, don’t tell anyone else. This is so, so important. Please. Thank you… thank you, if I get the chance to make it up to you I will, but if I don’t, I- ah.”

There was another pause, this one nothing but silence, and then a whispered, “They’re here…”  before the voice message ends.