Rules are rules, but . . .
by SoulsFire (former PulsingSoul)
Chapter 1
Rule Nr. 1
Once you enter this Organization you are not allowed, by any means, by any actions, to leave it.
She remembered this rule very well. She remembered it so well because it was the first out of a set of ten, she had to learn. What irony, ten rules, as if they were saying – these are the commandments you will follow from now on. They were behaving like God, treating all of their agents as simple pilgrims, giving them no more freedom than you would give a pet mouse.
And yet, she broke it. She had left. Unwillingly, but nevertheless she had left. Considering she had wanted to commit suicide, that could also be called something like an escape, but not in the right sense of the word, as her soul would have roamed the dark halls of the Organization for all eternity.
But now she was here, stuck in a child´s body, just like someone she considered her arch-nemesis. Yes, they had all heard of the teenage detective Shinichi Kudo, they had practically hunted an opportunity to kill him , and yet it was the poison designed by her, which not only saved him from death, but gave him the chance to find refuge, a new identity, a way to destroy the Organization.
Arch-nemesis. He no longer was that, he no longer was someone she could so easily catalog, because now she knew him. She knew who he was, and for the first time she had to admit she not only knew the side-effects of his work.
He was a great detective, a detective, who admitted something that would make Sherlock Holmes, if he had been alive, and now in some grave, turn around in it.
He admitted that logic and reason sometimes failed.
Like the time he couldn´t save her sister.
She didn´t blame him anymore, at the beginning she did, but the more time progressed, the more she realized – it wasn´t something he could control. Coincidences, situations he knew nothing about, strings he could not just cut through, everything was there keeping him from saving those he so dearly wanted to save.
That was something she admired about him. The fact that he never gave up trying, he never gave up trying to influence the life of those he encountered, the lives, of those who had given up on themselves, who saw only vengeance, blood, and sometimes endless cruelty as a way out.
She could never do that, could she? Would she come face to face with someone who had killed so many times, could she ever see that person as something else as a monster? She saw herself as a monster, as a monster for all she had done.
Sighing, she read the next words from the book in front of her, thinking, thinking that there was no use to think about something which would never change.
,You know, Haibara, it is not very optimistic to sigh like that.¨ Someone muttered close to her, making her turn around with a start, no emotion showing on her features.
Kudo, yes, of course, she had failed to mention, was not just the modern Sherlock Holmes, but also, a very, very annoying idiot.
,One would think you keep staring at me for too long, if you would notice such habit. " She responded in her usual cold tone.
That voice had always worked, really, even on Gin, so she could keep him at bay, but do you honestly think it would work on him? Well, if you do, you should be congratulated on your naïve nature.
,So you admit it has become a habit.¨
,Do you admit that your staring at me has become a hobby?¨ Of course her question was merely a taunt, but as she turned to him , to send a look full of dis contempt, she couldn´t help but notice the blush staining his once slightly tanned cheeks.
Cute. She thought almost smirking, before catching herself, and getting her thoughts under control.
Raising an eyebrow at him, she closed her book, dusted off her skirt, and then walked away, clearly stating that the discussion was over.
Only the rule kept coming to her mind.
She hadn´t been allowed to leave, and yet she had.
The first rule had been broken.