AN: This is my first DC work, and I'm not sure how the characters have come out, but I think I've done a pretty good job potraying Vermouth.
My CID readers, I ask for a little more patience. The next chapter of 'A Different Kind of Love' will be posted soon, probably in this week itself.
My Harry Potter readers, I ask for a lot more patience, since i'm currently stumped on how to proceed. But I hope to update soon.
Detective Conan is a Mystery/Romance/Adventure/Crime/Thriller based anime, and for those who have not seen it, I reccomend you try it! Perhaps this story of mine may interest you a bit.
It is taken mostly from Episode 288: Kudo Shinichi's New York Case and Episode 324: Head to head match with the Black Organisation.
PLease let me know how you like the story!
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"Dialouges"
'Thoughts'
Mercy
She'd known that Angel wouldn't move. Despite – because – of the bullets raining down around her, she would not move. She would keep shielding Sherry's shrunken body with her own – because that's just who she was.
…
She remembered that night clearly; it had been raining, the wind especially harsh but the only thing that had mattered to her was the pain and the blood and the fact that keeping up the disguise of a serial killer on the run had become progressively difficult. She'd taken up the disguise to lure out FBI Agent Akai Shuichi, but that plan had backfired horribly.
It had been a sudden decision to take cover in an abandoned building, hoping to escape the notice of that traitor – Akai; how she hated his precision with bullets, but entirely expected of the Silver Bullet – when she'd come across him.
Shinichi – Yukiko's son – was nothing quite special at first glance.
He looked a lot like his father and that had been it. Then Yukiko called her after the murder investigation had been over; she'd just been about to leave in disguise; gushing about her son's deduction with pride only a mother could have. Okay, so more like his father than only in looks. But meeting him again in the building had been a surprise – what was he doing here?
She had ran away immediately, the stairs creaking ominously under her feet only to come face to face with the girl – Ran; sweet, innocently naïve Ran who believed in God and a higher power and happy endings. Ran, who was so bright and positive with her staunch belief in the goodness of human heart. The girl was surely an Angel under that flimsy disguise of Human; for who but an Angel could look upon her black heart and still smile at her?
"Run away, Ran!" Shinichi had called down from the top of the stairs, "That's the serial killer!"
But Ran had frozen upon seeing the sparse moonlight glint off the metal she held in her hand. She raised the gun threateningly and attempted to move around her, not truly wanting to cause her any harm, but she wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger if she tried to stop her.
"There, now you know who I am, girl," the gruff tone of the man she was impersonating came out perfectly, as she leaned against a hand rail.
The jacket she wore shifted slightly at the movement, revealing a blood soaked area around the bullet wound and Ran's eyes flickered to it before once again turning to rest upon her gun.
"I was able to hide here, until this boy found me." A smirk graced his unshaven face, "well, if you must blame someone, blame the God that set this up for you,"
She made to place the silencer over the muzzle of the gun, when the railing behind her gave away. It was a frightening moment – the sensation of being suspended in air with nothing to support to you, before you inevitably fell. The silencer made a clanking sound upon impact and she expected to follow quickly after, if not for the hand grabbing the sleeve of her jacket.
Ran's face was pinched in pain as she crouched in awkward position to hold on to him with one hand while the other one clamped tightly onto the railing – thankfully intact! – to keep herself from joining her in her journey downwards.
Foolish girl! What did she think she was doing?
"What are you doing?" Ran called down to her when she simply looked at her in shock, "Grab my hand! Quickly!"
Grab her hand? Was this girl actually asking someone she thought to be a serial killer to grab her hand so that he could pull himself up to safety?
"Hurry, the rain is…"
Yes, the rain was making her hand slip and she wouldn't be able to keep hold of her leather jacket for long – and then it would mean a fall from nearly four storeys high that could quite possibly lead to her death.
Ran had quite impressive muscles from her continuous karate training, but she still couldn't be expected to pull a fully grown woman up by herself. The bullet too decided to remind her of its presence at that moment and she slipped from the girl's frantic grasp just a bit more.
How dramatic, she'd thought to herself. But this was unlike any movie she'd acted in, for the threat of death was so much more real…
A second hand grabbed her then; slightly larger than Ran's, more masculine, stronger – Shinichi's. His hold kept her from falling.
"Damn, you're so troublesome," he grunted in exertion.
It was not meant for Ran, the girl who had impulsively grabbed the falling man, but for her – the serial killer. What he meant by those words and the inflection behind it, she doubted she would ever know.
Fourteen he might be, but he was already a great detective, able to see the truth behind any deception. Had he already known then, that she was Sharon Vineyard; close friend of his mother and a master of disguise? It was possible – she had spoken of God in the exact same way when he'd met her earlier today.
Blame the God that set this up…
She placed the gun between her teeth and caught hold of two railings, swinging slightly to gain a bit of momentum before she pulled off a back flip, their hands letting go of her when they realised what she was about to do, and she landed neatly on the platform.
The two teens sat up, Ran holding on to her friend's shoulders as she hid behind him, the fear and panic having returned now that no one was in danger of falling.
"Why?" She asked them, her gaze concentrated on Shinichi.
Wasn't he a detective? Someone who's very nature called for him to put criminals behind bars? He could have decided to not help, let her fall and take the girl away. No one would know they'd been here when she fell…
"Why did you save me? Why!"
He shifted ever so slightly to shield Ran with his body.
"Is a reason necessary?" he asked, gazing at her with those blue eyes – all knowing, judging, ruthless, eyes that she'd always claimed only Kudo Yusaku had, and now his son too.
She was not the only one to stare at him in shock; Ran's eyes had widened perceptibly at his words.
"I don't know why you would kill someone…" he continued, and now she was sure that Shinichi had recognised her, "But as for helping someone…A logical mind isn't needed, right?"
Yes, he had definitely recognised her, the inflection in his words 'why you would kill' was slightly more personal than it should have been while talking to a murderer.
"I see…"Ran whispered, and her face had relaxed now as if a fear had been finally put to rest.
She didn't see; it did not make any sense to her. She could never have such mercy on anyone.
Behind Shinichi, the girl slumped, fainting in exhaustion.
"Ran!" he turned around in slight panic before gathering her up in his arms, holding her protectively against his chest.
Her arm rose, gun pointed at them; they'd seen too much. He knew too much.
"Don't bother," Shinichi said, knowing her intention without even turning around, "You're injured, which means the police are nearby. If you fire a gun without a silencer, they will find you."
Ah, yes. The silencer had fallen to ground long ago.
"Just the same, I can't do anything to capture you," he turned to fix her with those piercing blue eyes, "I'll let you go for now. But, I won't show mercy next time. I'll prove all your crimes with any evidence necessary. I'll make sure you're put away."
She'd gulped, for the first time feeling fear – fear due to this young boy, because his eyes were not like Yusaku's after all. They had a hint of mercy in it and for that mercy; she will always hesitate to point her gun at him.
…
"Stop, Calvados!"
Her order was unheeded though and she found herself firing at him in order to protect the girl. She turned to see Ran – Angel, for that's who she would always be for her, the only Angel to smile upon her – and Sherry had both fainted in shock. She was both thankful and annoyed; thankful that Angel wouldn't have to see any bloodshed and annoyed that Sherry was now under her protection.
She then faced Jodie, who'd surprisingly moved to the opposite wall and was now not in Calvados's line of sight. But with Conan out due to his own tranquilizer, she was utterly helpless.
Everything after that goes to hell with Akai's reappearance; how she despises that FBI Agent; and she scoops up Conan as her hostage and flees in her car (Dr Araide's car, but who's paying attention to details?). She's been shot again and that too by Akai, but with a hostage, the FBI will not dare to pursue.
In the middle of a deserted field surrounded by woods, she realises how much Shinichi (Or Conan now) is like his mother. Such perfect acting that led her to believe he truly was unconscious, and she realises that it's not the FBI who has won this confrontation and neither is it her.
It is Conan and she has fallen for his trap completely.
"Take me to your Boss," he demands, threatening to send the wave signals that recorded the Boss's e-mail ID to his partner should she not comply.
"Seems like I lost. I'll let Sherry go," she answered, before spraying a sleeping gas inside the car.
"Idiot!" he admonishes, surprised by her course of action, "You'll breathe it in too!"
"Yes, this is a bet! If you wake up first, you can call the police to catch me and give the wave signals to them and find out where the boss lives. But if I wake up first, you know what I'll do…"
…
The odds were in her favour, she knew. She woke up to see him still off in Dream Land. She should kill him, he'd thwarted her twice now. But the memory of that day in London prevented her from pulling the trigger. Besides, she'd already admitted her loss to him; he'd outwitted her completely.
She placed her jacket over him before leaving, blaming the last action on a suddenly surfacing maternal instinct she'd never known she had, upon seeing him looking so utterly vulnerable in his seven year old body.
She made her way to a pay phone to call Gin, giving him an abridged version of the night's happenings, carefully omitting any mention of Conan. It would put him in danger, she knew. Also, if the Organisation came to know what threat he posed, someone else might get a mission to kill him. It would be ideal, not having to deal with him again, but she knew she couldn't.
The mere thought of killing him…it was not mercy, no, her actions were not merciful. She could only call it repentance. Repentance; in hope that her actions would allow her to bask in Angel's presence for some more time.
...
Gin was not pleased to hear about Akai's involvement.
"The Boss said that he," Vermouth paused, her breath laboured due to her broken ribs, "well, that he might turn out to be our Silver Bullet. He is to be feared, that man."
"A Silver Bullet that can destroy us in one hit does not exist," Gin proclaimed with surety.
Vermouth sighed before telling him her location, "Can you come get me?"
"Before I do that, I have a question for you." A pause, "Do you know someone called Kudo Shinichi?"
What?! Where-how-? Her mind was a jumble and she thought she'd been caught trying to willingly protect someone that could be a threat, before hearing the genuine curiosity; naturally, after all, no one, but Kudo Shinichi himself, knew what had transpired between them.
Why did you save me…?
Is a reason needed?
No, Vermouth smiled, there is no reason needed for saving someone. She knew she would never do what he had done, what Angel had done…and that's why she knew that it was him – with his capability to show mercy to even criminals…
The one that can pierce our hearts could prove to be him. He's our long awaited…Silver Bullet.
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Detective Conan: Shinichi Kudou, a great mystery expert at only seventeen, is already well known for having solved several challenging cases. One day, when Shinichi sees two suspicious men and decides to follow them, he inadvertently becomes witness to a disturbing illegal activity. When the men catch Shinichi, they dose him with an experimental drug formulated by their criminal organization and abandon him to die. However, to his own astonishment, Shinichi is still alive and soon wakes up, but now, he has the body of a seven-year-old, perfectly preserving his original intelligence.
He hides his real identity from everyone, including his childhood friend Ran Mouri and her father, private detective Kogorou Mouri, and takes on the alias of Conan Edogawa (inspired by the mystery writers Arthur Conan Doyle and Ranpo Edogawa). Shinichi, as Conan, starts secretly solving the senior Mouri's cases from behind the scenes with his still exceptional sleuthing skills, while covertly investigating the organization responsible for his current state, hoping to reverse the drug's effects someday.