The Colour Red

by riddlefiddleai

Haibara Ai, a girl with many names and a past shrouded in Mystery. As the black organization starts to close in on her, mysteries of her pasts gets revealed. Her time in America, her relationships with Black Organization members, Vermouth, Vodka and most of all Gin. As the organization closes in can Conan save her or would they perish in the flames of the elusive organization.

1. Prologue

Hello people of the Earth, my name is Riddlefiddleai and this would be my first detective Conan fan- fic. This story was something I had sitting in my head for 3 years and it kept bugging me and bugging me like some annoying fly until I had absolutely no choice but to write it down. As pseudo name suggest I am a great fan of Haibara Ai, I love her through and through and I mean come on, who wouldn't love such a character. I love her interactions her past and her character.

And the more I watch her the more I have a craving…a craving to know more about her. But somehow one question and this one question I've been dying to know been left unanswered for many MANY years and I can't wait until 2014 for Gosho Aoyama to give me the answers I want. That being the relationship between Gin and Sherry. Also Shiho's connections with the black organisation. So because of that, I will be writing this fanfic to sastify my own needs and maybe the needs of others. This fanfic would be part mystery, part romance, part comedy and part angst. Thanks for reading my rambles and let's continue shall we.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DETECTIVE CONAN, (if I did Ai would be the main character, sheeze)

The colour Red

Prologue

No matter where she went the memories of that day remained strong in her mind. Like an annoying buzzing fly that refused to leave her no matter how much she denied herself of its existence… of his existence.

"We meet again…" his voice low, cynical filled with sinister glee. She tensed, hands clenching into fist, body stiffening up in fear. "Sherry," he whispered.

The fear, the pain…the suffering she felt pulsated through her entire being, threatening to overwhelm her. Teeth clenched tightly, eyes filled with restrained fury she faced the monster. The monster that had stolen everything from her, that monster who refused to leave her alone.

"Playing cat and mouse again aren't we…" she whispered, her lips twisted into a mad smirk and the man smiled. His cold eyes gleaming in the darkness of the warehouse.

"Gin." She whispered.

"Gin?" the man asked and he laughed.

"Is that the only thing you can say…Sherry?" he whispered. "Do you not remember our pact…our bond? Has my existence been reduced to a name…a name that is not my own."

He taunted her, his cold eyes flashed and he grinned madly. He took a step forward and she took a step back. The brave front she had tried to put up before disappearing into the mist. She could not do this…no…he was going to do it…he was going to do it again.

There was no way to stop him.

"Shall we reunite…in the pure redness of the rose?"

"No!" she shouted and he laughed.

She shivered, her memories opening up like a dam and she cupped her head with her trembling hands.

"Don't run away from your fate!"

"I'm not," Shiho Miyano whispered, "I'm not…Edogawa-kun."

"What is Gin to you Haibara? Why can he read you so clearly? What happened to you in the organisation? Hey Haibara…Haibara…"

"Shut up," she shouted. The memories she wish to forget pounding furiously in her head.

"Hey Haibara…what exactly did they do to you?"

No matter where she went, what she did, the memories of that day remained in her mind. Like a buzzing annoying fly that refused to leave. Painful, sorrowful memories filled with fear and hate, nothing else.

"Sherry why so scared?"