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Ran's head is bowed, her hair falling in her face, and Kazuha is sure it's to hide the tears welling there.
She sits beside her, feeling useless.
The explanations have come and gone, the black org, the apotoxin, Conan— Kudo Shinichi. Now he's left again for New York city, and here Ran is, sitting outside the house she shared with that liar for years.
Kazuha can feel the useless rage welling in her. She wants to punch that smug bastard right in the face and yell that he doesn't deserve all the love that people give him. She wants to list it out, all the times he's left people who cared about him behind.
Left Ran just like this, trying so hard not to cry.
"It's good news, isn't it?" She says. Her voice wobbles. "He's, he's alive. He's for sure alive."
Kazuha understands. If it was Heiji she'd be the one sitting on public benches excusing all the inexcusable behaviour in the world. It doesn't matter that she knows why and how this came about though. All that matters is Ran.
"Ran-chan," Kazuha says, and she takes Ran's face in her hands, tilting her so that they're looking at each other. Ran's eyes and nose are red, her lips trembling.
"Ka-Kazuha-chan," she says.
Kazuha has a list of moments in her mind, one she's usually confused about. She calls it "times when Ran-chan was the most beautiful girl in the world". She used to think she was jealous, petty with it.
She hates that that bastard Kudo was what drove Ran to this, but she can't deny that this Ran, crying, her face cradled in Kazuha's hands, is once again the most beautiful girl in the world.
Kazuha can't compare. She doesn't want to compare.
"Don't think about him, okay?" She says, and wipes a tear from her cheek with a gentle thumb. "Don't think about anything."
She takes her own advice.
She leans in through the bare centimetres between them, and kisses her.