It was cold. Everything was. The air, his eyes. His smile. Even his hand, wrapped around his mouth, was cold. But the gun was coldest of all.
Guns have always fascinated me. One moment and you turn into nothing. They were quick. But the were not painless. The agony of starring down the dark barrel was like being drowned. It's torture, waiting for that trigger to fire.
Luckily, he didn't need to look down. He could feel it. He struggled, but who was he kidding. He was to small.
But he was a big threat.
And threats are all the same.
They need to be pulverized.
Blue eyes opened suddenly. Conan glanced around as a bead of sweat rolled down his pale forehead. A dream.... he sighed. Light broke through the curtains as he ripped them apart. Behind him a sleeping detective stirred. It was another morning for Mouri Detective Agency.
Conan made his way down the wet steps. He could tell it had rained last night. The air had the smell of rivers. And the birds were louder than usual. He opened the door in the middle of the steps. Beer bottles and cigarette butts decorated a desk by the wall, and posters of female pop stars surrounded him.
"Conaaaaan-kun!' sang a voice. Ran poked her head out of the kitchen door. "Are you hungry? Is dad asleep still?" Ran asked.
"Yup!" Conan smiled and he rushed over to ran. "What's for breakfast?"
"Nothing special. Just pancakes. I'm going shopping today." she explained as she walked over to the stove.
"Oh? Can I come?" Conan asked as he got three plates.
"I don't see why not. I don't have enough money to get you anything, though. Sorry!" Ran dumped the pancakes onto a plate.
"That's fine."
Ran hummed as she set the table. They heard the door open and watched as a hungover Mouri walked into the kitchen.
"It there rice?" he grumbled.
"Nope. Pancakes!" shouted Conan, jumping into his chair. Mouri scoffed, then slumped down.
"Make rice, Ran." he snapped at his daughter.
"Sorry, Otousan, but me and Conan are going shopping soon. There isn't enough time to make rice. Plus, I think we are out. I'll pick some up." Ran sat down gracefully and started eating Conan glanced from Kogoro's to Ran. Kogoro looked pained.
"What's the matter, Ojisan?" asked Conan.
"There isn't any damn rice on this damn table." Kogoro said as he shoved a pancake into his face. Conan finished his quickly and walked into the living room. He switched on the television and watched about a minute of Kamen Yaiba.
"Yaiba.... do you... do you love me?" a busty and scantily clad female demanded of the tightly spandex suited superhero.
"I only love.... justice." he replied. Conan sighed. The cheesiness of it all. He quickly flipped to the news. Ah. This was more like it. A mysterious serial murder spree. The victems have nothing alike, except they have careers in science. Physics, Engeeniring, Technology. They were all young and healthy. But there were no traces of anything in their body.
Conan leaned closer to the TV. Five people were already dead. All in science.... all myseriously.... this sounded familar. His mouth dropped open slightly as he realized it. They weren't random killings. They were very related.
It was the black organazation.