~ The Largest Error Of My Life ~ by Laeril

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Actually it's my first FF from Detective Conan, but I've already written a few before, but they were mostly just romances or something, now I'll try something else, this is supposed to be a WAFF / Drama / Darkfic / Continuation FF become.[For those who don't know what WAFF is: It is an intensified form of romance (I just can't stop it -. - °), where violent emotional outbursts can occur (source: animeMANGA)]
I hope you will enjoy reading and leave me a few comments too!

Ps. The characters are a bit ooc, and I already apologize for that! Gomen * bow *

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Disklame: The characters don't belong to me * howl * (except for Hiromi Fukushima) and I don't earn any money with them
Oh and there is one more thing.Pretty much at the end comes a text like this, which I snipped together from two translations of two songs, so the text at the end belongs to me, so I don't quite like it either. I only made one out of two!

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Legend:
"Someone is speaking"
% Things / conversations that were a long time ago%

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~ The Largest Error Of My Life ~

*Chapter 1*

"Oh come on, give it up, I have strong evidence, and there is nothing you can do about it!" The young detective looked confident of victory at the tall, slim man who was being held by two policemen and pressed against the wall. "You can't prove anything. You're just stupid!"
The man with the black hair laughed out loud and a few of his long strands in his face. "Now they still have to laugh, sure. I would probably react as confident of victory if I were like them.But thank God I'm not like a miserable cannibal. But since I'm not one, but a fairly good detective, I tell you, have fun in jail. Because there they will spend their lives for a long time. "The brown-haired one had to raise his voice so that everyone in this small, plant-covered room could understand him.
"And now I am going to present my loved ones, small and yet so decisive evidence!"
Everyone was calm, and the supposed cannibal was visibly nervous, he stepped on one foot on the other and bit his lower lip again and again, almost so hard that it threatened to burst open. What if this detective, with the blue suit and white shirt that wasn't in his pants, really had found a small but important piece of evidence, and if so, that detective would like to. No. Locked out. His plan was worked out so in detail that there could have been no traces.
"Well, as we all know, our dear friend was accused of killing his" friend ", well, what a friendship, and then eating him, whom he supposedly hadn't seen for finite years.But unfortunately there "wasn't" any vigorous evidence, the forensics department searched everything thoroughly, who knows whether they really looked, but that's not up for discussion here, in any case they didn't find anything, but I did find one.
When I took a closer look at the house of our perpetrator, I noticed that he didn't have a toothbrush in his bathroom. You're probably wondering what I'm trying to prove with a toothbrush, well, I'll tell you. As we all know, our dear Mr. MokoTaschi is one of the most respected dentists in all of Tokyo, so I was wondering why the dentist doesn't have a toothbrush?
And after a short search, I found her too. Very unimaginatively, I have to admit to simply hiding the toothbrush between my clothes, so I've seen better ideas. Well, whatever. I took a closer look at the toothbrush and found a small particle of dirt on it that was barely visible to our eyes.Yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking now
that can also be from someone else's food, you are not wrong. However, I thought that it could come from one of his "dishes". So, I gave the toothbrush, which was still wet by the way, to the laboratory for examination and it turned out something I didn't expect. "
"Ha, the test was negative, I'll tell you I'm not the killer, silent a cannibal. I knew the whole time that I was innocent, but now you can't live with the truth because you thought you were the one best, but that's not true. No, my dear sir * I'm-the-best-detective-of-all-time *! "The black-haired was happy, like a little child at Christmas, that something it had always been had wished "not quite, the test was only negative in the matter in which I had actually sent you for examination.
The people in the laboratory told me that it wasn't the remains of the victim, but they told me that the victim's blood was found on the stem of the toothbrush.And to her final deception, Mr. MokoTaschi, only her fingerprints were found on the stem and from this one can conclude that there are still blood residues on her fingers. What do you say now? "
Shocked, Mr. MokoTaschi looked at the green-painted wall, could that really be true, he should have washed his hands with soap, as his mother had always preached to him, instead of just with water. But the plan was so sophisticated. "Guys, take him away!" With a loose wave of the hand, the brown-haired detective pointed to the nearby white front door of the large MokoTaschi present.
And so another case was solved and the young man could calmly drive back to his old villa just outside the city.

A little too fast, as always, he drove down the road, once again completely lost in thought. It was late in the evening and he was glad to get home. Because then he could let himself fall into his soft, cozy bed and fall into a restless sleep again.The bright white headlights of the cars quickly passed him on the left. Sometimes a driver also had his high beam on, but was then pointed out loud by the other drivers. After a while he left the autobahn and turned into the narrow streets of a residential area. But after just a few thoughts he left the quarter and drove down a narrow, slightly bumpy road that led to his oversized villa.
Finally he was there. He slowly drove the car under the old Cape to put it under.
Then he closed the large entrance gate that consisted of many steel screws, windings and edges.

Now he could finally go in and get ready. Exhausted, he put the key with the innumerable key hangers in the bronze-colored lock and turned it. What he saw first when he stepped into his house was the large hourglass that stood next to the stairs. In a moment she would start telling everyone that it was 11 o'clock.With dragging steps he went up the stairs with the wine-red carpet. Why couldn't he have an elevator, then he wouldn't have to climb those damn many stairs now. Finally he had reached the top, almost out of breath he continued down the long hallway. There were a number of pictures of some people on the walls, mostly detectives. It almost looked like a museum. Well, after all, it was not unknown that the brown-haired man had a fetish for famous detectives.
Finally, after about 10 portraits, some ground plants and a telephone, he got where he wanted to go. In the bathroom.
What bathroom had cream-colored floor and wall tiles, quite light, in contrast to the rest of the house, which was rather dipped in dark red and green tones.
The bathroom, like every room, was in the European style. But one could definitely find decorations in this room that corresponded to the Greek style. After taking off his clothes, he stepped into the medium-sized bathtub filled with hot water.With relish he drew in the scent of the coconut-smelling bath water.

After about three quarters of an hour relaxing, he decided to get out of the tub and go to bed.
With only a towel around his waist, he went into his bedroom, which was directly across from the bathroom. Dead tired, he went to the closet and pulled out his black boxer shorts. Put them on and went back downstairs because he had forgotten to lock the front door.
Once again he had to go down those damn stairs. "Why did I even have to buy this house! With so many stairs! * Sigh *", a little annoyed by the stairs, he went down to the entrance and locked the door with the key that hung next to the door on the key board.

Suddenly the piercing sound of the phone pervaded the room.