The teen straightened, a wisp of cool breath briefly appearing as he exhaled, hands in his pockets.
Two years. Two years since he'd lost everything, and he still felt like he was back on day one after the disaster.
Hands in his pockets, he strolled forward, his quick darting eyes taking in everything as he searched. Searched for answers to the questions he still had from two years ago. When he set out upon this road...he hadn't believed it would take so long. Part of him had half believed it would only take a couple of months to track down the people who killed his family.
But now, it was two years, and he didn't feel any closer to bringing his family to justice.
He wouldn't give up hope though. No. He would succeed. Even if he had to search the entire earth to do so. Those people would pay. And he would ensure it.
-Inspiration from reading a crossover DannyPhantom/Detective Conan fic
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