Genre: Romance, Supernatural, hurt/comfort, angst

Rated: T

Word count: 1,468

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Chapter 1

- I would rather posses eyes that know no sight, ears that know no sound, hands that know no touch than a heart that knows no love -

He stood there in the cold rain, watching three children play with a soccer ball in the growing puddles. They laughed as one of them fell on his butt right in the middle of a rather large one, making the water splash up. How long had it been since he had last touched a soccer ball? Long, that's all he knew. The only place he would've been able to play with it was the Kudo mansion, but his parents have been living there again for one and a half year now. If he didn't want to freak them out he shouldn't even try. They already had enough to deal with and thinking the ghost of their son came to the mansion to play soccer would probably end up with his mother going to the funny farm.

Two years ago he, Kudo Shinichi, disappeared from the face of the earth. He was a famous high school detective, who had loved the attention he had gotten when he was a child, but when he grew up he slowly began to hate it. He hated the nickname given to him, 'the savior of the police'. Savior his ass… He was just doing their dirty work. If they couldn't solve a murder within two hours it was; 'Let's call Kudo-kun!'. If they couldn't understand Kaitou KID's heist note it was; 'Let's call Kudo-kun!'. He loved the challenges and the mysteries, really he did, and it wasn't like he didn't feel good catching criminals it was just that the police had gotten too lazy and dependent on him.

One day he was walking home late at night when he saw a shooting star. Now don't go thinking that he believed in that kind of stuff, but…he made a wish. A wish that people wouldn't be able to see him, that they'd just leave him alone. He shook his head in slight disappointment and annoyance that he'd even gotten his hopes up when a few high school girls came by, pointed at him and began giggling and whispering to each other. Ignoring them he continued his walk back home. The next morning as he walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror he got the shock of his life when the only thing he saw was his pajama floating around where his body should be. After the initiate shock he laughed in joy at the prospect of not being seen.

How naïve. He snorted as he thought back to the time when he childishly scared people with his invisibility. It wasn't until a few weeks passed and he still hadn't seen his face in the mirror that he realized that this had to stop already. His parents had come back after he'd been gone for two months to search for him…or his body. Of course they didn't find him. He'd tried talking to his mother since people were in fact able to hear him, but that had ended up with his mother screaming and crying at the top of her lungs, so he had stopped and watched as his father comforted her until she was asleep.

They continued to live in Japan and eventually decided to stay there permanently after six months had passed. He spent days in the mansion looking at his parents from a corner in the room, while they talked about how much they regretted leaving him on his own when he was fourteen or the negligence in those three years after. It was then that he got to know just how much his parents really loved him. This was the reason why he left the mansion, only going back on certain occasions.

He'd considered talking to others, but Ran was out of the question. She was deadly afraid of the supernatural and wouldn't listen to him. He had tried Agasa-hakase, but the old man had brushed his voice away as a hallucination, caused by longing and lack of sleep.

And that was it. There wasn't really anyone else he could tell. Not someone close to him, that is and a stranger would definitely not listen to him. Well, maybe he could consider Megure-keibu, but that would be a dead end too. With a wry smile he thought that if he really was that famous he'd have more friends he might've been able to go to, but no.

After another six months had passed he decided it was time for him to say goodbye. It'd be easier to let them all think he was dead, than let them wonder if he might still be alive somewhere. So he left a message on his desk one day, saying that he'd see them in the afterlife. But even when Kudo Shinichi was declared dead, his parents never held a funeral – the biggest reason being that there would be nothing to bury anyway. It was at that moment that he decided to give up on ever being seen or heard again. He was an observer now, he watched as the world moved on without saying anything. And the world did move on. His face disappeared from the newspapers and people forgot the name Kudo Shinichi. Sometimes he caught himself forgetting that that had indeed been his name.

"Ayumi-chan, Genta-kun, Mitsuhiko! Come back inside, the rain is getting heavier!" Shinichi lifted his head to see a woman calling the two boys and girl back inside the house. The children pouted and moved as slowly as they could towards the open door. He raised his head towards the sky, feeling the cold rain drops slide over his naked body. He'd gotten used to not wearing clothes at all, since they weren't invisible like his body was. Even in the winter he didn't wear them, since his body for some reason didn't react to the cold. He never needed to touch anything to know how cold or hot it was. He just knew it.

He didn't remember the sound of his voice. He once rescued a girl who was about to be hit by a car. On instinct he'd grabbed her hand and pulled her back as the car drove by with an amazing speed. The mother had screamed and immediately run to the little girl's side. As the woman pulled her into a hug, her big brown eyes looked straight into his and just as he was wondering if she could see him she smiled broadly. "Thank you, Invisible Man." She'd said loud enough for him to hear above the mother's worried sentences. She hadn't seen him, but she knew he was there. She knew! He wanted to say something back, but nothing came out of his mouth. His throat was dry and he couldn't say anything due to his lack of speaking. He had had to watch the mother walk away from him with the girl in her arms as the latter waved at him with a childish grin.

Too long. It had been too long since he'd spoken. It had been too long since he'd worn clothing. It had been too long since he'd lived. He wasn't even hungry in his current form. He couldn't die. But now he knew something he could do. He could help people like he had helped that girl. He tried to continue his detective work again, leaving hints and clues for the police to guide them in the right direction. He'd even put on clothes that hid every part of his body and let Megure-keibu silently towards a hidden hide-out, like a phantom in the night. He didn't do that often though, since he didn't want the police to depend on someone like Kudo Shinichi again. Even so, rumors spread around about 'Holmes' ghost' as they referred to him.

None of this though relieved him from the loneliness that he lived in. He spent his days watching, since it was practically the only thing he could do. Either he'd freak people out or it'd be useless to do anything else, like eating. Maybe he really was dead and his body was just burned to ashes or hidden somewhere? No, probably not. If he was a ghost he wouldn't have to worry about bumping into people and he definitely wasn't able to walk through walls or fly, float or whatever it was that ghost did.

He looked up at the grey sky. Thousands of thoughts crossed his mind. I want to be seen again. Why can't I die? Why do people hurt each other so much? But the biggest part of his brain was occupied by one single sentence.

I wish I hadn't seen that shooting star.

A/N: Hi everyone. So here is a new story of mine that I have been working on for a really long time. I first wanted to write the whole story before uploading it here so that it won't end up like Bloody Secrets -.-" I still haven't finished this, but I'm working on the last two chapters so I thought that I'd upload the prologue already. I'll be uploading this weekly and yes this time I'll stick to it ^.^

Either way, I hope you enjoy this and please don't forget to leave a review/fav/alert \(^.^)/