Alright. I decided that instead of throwing a million oneshots into the site, I'll just keep them all in one place. Unless they're special. In that case, they're alone. This is basically my little fic-bank. All the completely pointless stories I write in order to keep myself entertained go here. So enjoy! ...Yeah.
Disclaimer: I don't own Detect- You know what? Go ahead and freakin sue me. You don't know who I am, anyway. It's a fanfiction site! Why do we even NEED disclaimers? Isn't it pretty obvious that fanfictions are written by fans?
He was standing on the roof of a building. He didn't really remember getting up there, everything before had passed in a blur. All he knew was that one wrong step could send him plummeting to his death... And that there was a revolver in his hand, loaded with only a single bullet. And then there was Gin... The murderer was standing several feet away. He felt his heart face at the sight of the man- no, the monster. His hands tightened around the gun, holding it up to aim at his enemy. Gin sneered at him and lifted his own handgun. They stared at one another, eyes alert for even the most miniscule of twitches of the trigger finger. If they were caught off guard, it could mean death.
"...So, Kudo," Gin growled. "You actually survived."
Shinichi glared at him. "After you tried to kill me!"
An ugly smirk lifted the marksman's lips as he chuckled lowly. "Believe me, Kudo, I could have done so much worse. I will do worse. After I dispose of you, I'll make sure your little girlfriend meets you up in Heaven. And maybe those little kids that follow you around. "
"Don't touch them!" The detective snarled. His finger tightened on the trigger, but Gin didn't even flinch.
"How about we make a deal?" Gin suggested, voice dark. "I'll leave them alone... If you tell me where Sherry is."
A year ago, he would have stiffened, or winced, or shown some sign that he was familiar with the name. But he hadn't spent over twelve months lying for nothing. Instead, he simply quirked an eyebrow and asked, "Who's Sherry?" His voice was cool.
Gin bared his teeth. Suddenly Shinichi was reminded of a very, very angry, snarling doberman. He almost snickered at the image, but kept silent. "Don't lie, Kudo. Your girlfriend just might have an accident." He grinned, jerking the gun slightly for emphasis.
Shinichi's eyes widened. He took the chance- he dove forward, pulling the trigger. There was a flash and a bang, then he hit the ground. He tumbled, knowing that if he missed, it was all over. But suddenly there was a choked gasp and a thud. The detective froze for a moment before glancing up. Gin was on his knees, clutching at his stomach. His black clothes became darker as blood seeped into the material. Suddenly Shinichi was on his feet, running to the killer's side. Before he knew what he was doing, he had yanked his shirt off and was tearing a strip of the cloth away, pressing it to the wound. He had to stop the bleeding. He hadn't been aiming to kill!
'I will not become a murderer!' He internally snarled. He would not steal someone's life away. Even if that person had claimed countless others, and even targeted his, he would not let them die!
Yet he could tell that was exactly what was happening. Gin was dying. The murderous man glared up at Shinichi, hatred in his eyes. Then a dark chuckle left his mouth. "Kudo," He rasped. "I need to tell you something." There was a sadistic smirk on his face, even when he was staring at death.
The detective clenched his hands into tight fists. "What is it?" He demanded.
"I..." Gin whispered. Shinichi leaned down to hear better. "I am your father."
"NO!" Shinichi sat bolt upright, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. Beside him, Ran stirred.
"Shinichi?" She muttered sleepily.
He took deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart. "S-sorry, Ran," he panted. "It was that dream again."
The young woman sat up, rolling her eyes. "Shinichi, your father is Kudo Yusaku, not Gin. Why are you even having that dream, anyway?"
Suddenly the meitantei looked very, very embarrassed. He glanced away, muttering under his breath. Ran lifted an eyebrow and poked him in the shoulder. "What is it?" She asked. Her tone made it clear that she wouldn't let either of them sleep until she got an answer.
With a sigh, Shinichi turned to face her again. "You see..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Hattori got hooked on Star Wars."
Don't. Even. Ask. Cause I really don't know. All I know is that this wouldn't leave me alone. So I present to you this rather... crack-ish fanfiction. O.o
