DISCLAIMER: The entire Detective Conan series, including its characters, belong to Gosho Aoyama. This is a non-profit fan work.
Chapter 1: A wounded eagle.
The mission had gone well. It had been quite simple, indeed – an interchange with a high-ranked businessman, nothing more.
Gin held a burning cigarette between his lips as he rode back home. A smiling Vodka relaxed on the seat next to the driver's – Gin believed it to be only fair, taking into account that Vodka had been the one to drive all the way to Chiba while he had a much-needed nap. The long-haired boy's right hand left the wheel for a second and took the cigarette away from his lips.
-Thank you for driving before –he spoke after he let out a curl of silver smoke. Gosh, how could something so harmful feel so nice?
-You had a bad night –Vodka answered with a humble shrug-. You really needed that sleep.
-Thank you, anyway –he insisted-. It was a nice gesture.
The man smiled and gave a nod to the boy, after which he turned his head to the window. Gin let himself have a quick look at the landscape – only fields, the usual Japanese fields. They weren't ugly or boring themselves, but he had seen too many in the last few years. Not even the setting sun embellished much such picture.
The boy's gaze turned back to the road and pressed the cigarette against his lips. After some quick calculus in his mind, he let out another curl of smoke. Being little more than half an hour away from Beika, they wouldn't make it before nightfall, but at least they wouldn't get home too late, which wasn't that bad of a prospect. Surrounded by the sweet hum of the car engine and the subtle scent of smoke, he couldn't really say it didn't feel nice to drive into the sunset. He saw Vodka yawn and couldn't help an amused smile.
-Why don't you have a nap? –Gin suggested, his eyes fixed back on the lonely road-. There's about half an hour before we get home…
-I may –Vodka answered-. You know, it's so cozy in here that…Wait, what's that?
Vodka's alarmed tone startled the boy, who opened his eyes wide and started to look around in search of what his companion had seen. It didn't take him too long to find it – what appeared to be a human body lay at one side of the road.
-Pull over! –Vodka exclaimed.
Gin nodded and in mere seconds he stopped the car only a few feet away from the body. He took the keys into his pocket and then followed Vodka, who had run out of the car as soon as it had ceased its movement.
The man was kneeling on the dirt and had pulled the body's back onto his lap. By having a look at it, Gin easily deduced it belonged to a young woman. She was badly injured, with her fair skin full of recent scratches and bruises. Vodka, with his fingers still pressed against her neck in search of her pulse, looked up at Gin and announced:
-She's not dead! Hurry and let's take her to the Organization facilities!
Before he could even react, Gin saw his friend take the girl and stand up. He shook his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts and followed Vodka as he walked towards the black Porsche. In the way, he took a moment to throw his cigarette to the floor and then tread it down.
-Wait, wait! –he shouted-. We can't take some random girl to the Organization facilities – are you out of your mind? Let's take her to a regular hospital, or call an ambulance…
-She isn't some random girl! –Vodka replied, turning at his superior-. Her name's Titania, and she has worked for the Organization in the past. I swear I'll explain it all to you later, but now hurry and get into the car. I'll phone the doctors while you drive.
Realizing how serious the situation was, Gin moved onto the driver's seat and started the car as fast as he could. Vodka sat on the back while still holding the unconscious girl close to his chest. As Gin rode away he could hear his friend mutter something to the girl in a language he didn't recognize – however, considering Vodka's worried face, it was easy to roughly guess the meaning of his words.
Author's notes:
¡Hola! Hello! Hallo! こんにちは! Salut! Here comes Sherry Furude once more, ready for attack!
Yet once more, I wrote this fic for a request I got on Tumblr. The anon asked me to write a fic on which Gin and Vodka find a girl named Titania... and that's all I can say! if I told you anything more, I would spoil you! As you see, she is an OC, just like Kaneda was (and some minor characters that will appear on this fic will be), but I didn't choose her name this time. However, I could shape her personality myself to a great extent. I had been given some crucial facts and actions, and I took them as a starting point. It's like geometry. Do you know how they say that, to draw a line, you only need two points of it? This is pretty much the same.
For a change, I still haven't finished writing the entire fic - there are two chapters left (or so I've planned) by the time I'm writing these author's notes. And why did I publish it, then? It's because I believe I have made the anon (and other people!) wait for far too long. As I will be publishing one chapter per week (as I always do), I will have more than lots of time to write the chapters there are left and then publish them on time. In the meantime, here you are the first chapter. I hope you enjoy it!
And to those wondering the reason behind the titles of both the fic and this first chapter, they are both very simple (as they always are! I'm not good at titles). The fic is titled The queen of fairies because in William Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream the queen of fairies is called... yes, you got it, Titania. So the title of the fic would translate as simply the name of the character it revolves around. And what about the title of the chapter? I'll tell you next chapter! If I did now, I would spoil you some information given on her in the second chapter!
So this is it for this week! I hope you enjoyed this first chapter and that you enjoy the fic. I will be very glad to know your opinions on both! Also, if you find any grammar, punctuation or spelling mistake, I encourage you to tell me. I want to improve my writing as much as I can.
Lots of love and see you next Sunday!
Sherry F.
P.S.: Yes, I'm publishing on Sundays instead of Saturdays. This is the fic of changes!