Declaimer: I don´t own Detective Conan.

A/N: Inspired by a Halloween drawing made by Rikuharuka from deviant art: fav me/d9ekadx

Humanity was rather interesting. He thought as he sat upon a skyscraper, watching the little ants move by their life. Even though they were insignificant, nothing more than another parasite, they still though themselves better than other animals, going as far as to call themselves the intelligent race.

Little pathetic creatures. So stupid, so arrogant in their own lack of knowledge that he actually though it was hilarious. The so called intelligent race killed their own children and mothers for minimum gain, going as far as to try and gain immortality, ignoring their own fragility.

But they were so weak, so stupid, so worthless…

He had been observing them for millenniums, meddling through the civilizations as they rose and fell, another shard of forgotten memory. He wondered how long these humans would last, their technology growing with each day as they destroyed the only home they had, cruelty growing as a plague.

So far, he had not been impressed by them.

The Romans had been a great way to kill time, their thirst for blood only rivaled their taste for wine. Sometimes he disliked to remember that period, he had instigated countless fights to combat his boredom. It had worked, of course, to a certain point, but soon the empire fell, and the fun times were over.

Vikings, on other hand, had been an atrocious nation. Honestly, even if he liked the feeling of death, with its sweet dark captivating taste, their actions had been revolting. Good thing they never stayed for long.

Oh, but if there was one time he had hated… it had to be the second world war. Even thinking about it, so many years later, brought a bad taste to his mouth.

Natural death was sweet. It was the purest of them all, sweet yet not overwhelmingly so, like a first class dish freshly prepared.

Death by accident was slightly bitter, regrets usually dying a portion of the soul, but yet as enjoyable as a natural death. The bitter taste, however, lingered for far much longer, just a slim reminded.

Murders, on other hand... Oh, those always had a different taste. When accidentally killed, the death was the sweetest. When using a gun, it had a sharp metallic taste. Those suffocated lacked airiness, while drowned were almost tasteless. Over the many years, he had tasted so many different ones, and yet, there was one type he disliked with passion.

Death by bioweapons and nuclear bombs tastes like rotten eggs.

Oh, how much he had wished someone finished those bastards, such unnatural death went against the very essence of his being. No matter where he went, the taste and stench followed him, taking over the whole Europe and Asia at one point.

It had actually been the first time he had intervened. Oh, he still could remember the face when he appeared before them, the man actually killed himself from fear. Hmpf, as if that bastard could run away from him. Oh, no, now he was burning slowly in a personal hell, that afoul taste still had reminded for many years after the war ended.

Now, however, as he contemplated the little useless ants, he was growing bored.

Nothing interesting happened anymore… Sure, there were still wars, and traveling to moon with the humans had been fun, the Moon Bunny had thanked for visiting, but they were so boring! Boring, boring, boring!

Lying down on the cold concrete ground, he looked up at the glowing full moon, his blue eyes glittering with violet hue as his boredom grew.

He was sick of looking after the pitiful humans. They killed, they murdered, and yet nothing interesting was happening. Was it that hard for someone to create enough trouble for him to have some fun? He had already grown tired of the America and their little wars, he needed something different…

Jumping up as he sensed an innocent death, he took a deep breath, shacking away the boredom. A child was about to die, and it was his job to oversee it. Sometimes he liked to interfere, not like there was someone higher that could tell him off.

As black shadows surrounded him, skeletal hand holding a beautiful scythe, he allowed himself to be transported, the scent of its imminent death growing stronger with each moment. As blue eyes opened, he was staring into the fearless eyes of a child.

It was a boy, no more than five years old, who was covered in small bruises, gaged and had his hands tied. It was obvious the child was tired, those strange blue eyes that reminded him so much of his own fighting against the exhaustion, and yet the child hadn't given up yet.

For a second, he did nothing, gazing at the child in confusion. What could a child do against someone who was clearly stronger than it was? An ant, even when against a little cat, was still an ant, why not accept its death?

Oh, he had been observing humans for so long, so many civilizations had fought bravely, and stupidly, against something they could never win against, and yet the current humans seemed to have lost their will. Or at least that what he had though, having been looking for someone with that spark. And here it was, nothing more than a child. Was he going to allow his opportunity to escape, allow the child, insignificant ant, to die?

As the door opened, and a pitiful-excuse of a human walked in, he smiled viciously.

But of course he was not going to allow it.

With a single move, the black scythe moved through the air sharply, slicing the man as the blood covered the beautiful weapon. The round gem that stood on the top glowed dangerously as it absorbed the soul, before he turned around to the surprised child.

It was the first time that he noticed something strange about the child. There was this dark aura around him, of someone who was or would be around death a lot, and the fact the child could see him only reinforced this knowledge.

With a wicked smile, he approached the confused child, bowing slightly as he made his decision.

"You seem like an interesting child." Yes, the spark was there, even when facing against an unknown creature with a deadly weapon, the child's eyes glowed with power. Oh, he could not allow the child to die. "And from today on, little one, I´m going to be your guardian angel. Don´t disappoint me, okay?"

Confused even more, the child was about to ask something, having removed his gag somehow, but he never had the chance, as the strange man covered in a completely black coat disappeared, shadows rushing towards him in high speed. The child raised his hands up, but the shadow only laughed, enveloping the boy as it slowly got absorbed into his body.

When the child woke up, few hours later, there were no memories of the strange man, his kidnapper dead because of a heart attack. It would only be years later that he would remember, and meet the creature that had been always by his side since that faithful day: the death.