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'thoughts' human and animal

'between' -a fictional language that allows humans to speak with animals, and vice versa

'this is bold' animals speaking

Shinichi and Ai ruffled through the ruined leftovers of the organization's office; specifically, that person's office. The man was already on death row's first room. There was going to be no escape for the leader. What they were looking for now was the classified notes that held the secrets they'd been searching for; specifically the cure to the apotoxin.

The teen-aged detective fiddled with a locked cabinet that was partially buried under burnt rubble. The cabinet itself seemed to have sustained no damage. It finally opened... in a flurry of hastily stowed files and photos that exploded out. Apparently the locking mechanism hadn't been used; the cabinet was just over-filled.

However, several pictures looked familiar, and he scavenged the associated sheets. However, Ai was faster. She stared at him as she wrested the papers from his hand, and replaced it with a small metal case.

"Apparently they continued my research afterwords." was her only way of explanation. Kudou accepted the case, and peered inside. A single capsule rested in fitted velvet casing. He looked back at the scientist. She said nothing. It was more than obvious that she wanted HIM to have it. She had nothing to go back to, just a future to look forward to, one that didn't involve her returning to her 18 year old self.

"So where do you think they all went?" he asked softly, referring to the MIA members of the organization. All but vermouth and Anokata had up and vanished near immediately as soon as the attack began.

"We'll never know." she replied, her tone as bland as ever, though her wry smile and the sparkle in her eyes told Shinichi that she knew exactly where they had gone, and she wouldn't be the one to tell him, if he ever found out. The detective sighed in defeat, and together they headed out to meet the police, whom were wrapping up the investigation.

Gin swore loudly as the officers dog-piled him, forcing him to the earth. His others were long gone, safe, and untraceable. He, however, would remain, as long as he could. As he was cuffed, he caught the glimmer of golden eyes in the dark trees. His own narrowed, they were supposed to run, not watch him be manhandled... oh well, so long as his watcher stuck to the trees. He did, even as the long-haired assassin was loaded into the armored van and trucked away.

The ride was a short one. They'd been warned not to take risks, and take risks, they did not, every minute on the road was a chance at the cargo or the driver being sniped, or convenient engine failure, or a blown tire. Their prey wasn't to escape.

The inspector was most pleased to see Gin. Gin angered him by spitting on those highly polished shoes. He'd go quietly, yes, however, there was nothing said about his behaving like a PERFECT angel... he snarled as the inspector slapped him. Had vodka been there, he'd know he'd killed the man's ex wives ex husband. But he didn't, and was left to wonder if a little saliva was worth the bruise.

"Strip him, search him, get him a bloody haircut, and then bring him to the questioning room." came the curt order. The men surrounding gin didn't take their eyes off him, or move their weapons. They just followed orders. Gin was relieved of his jacket, and knocked to the ground as he fought to keep his hat on. The 12 men immediately overpowered him.

There was immediate reaction as the room filled with the sizzle of burning cloth and flesh as arches of electricity rebounded from the fallen assassin to the floors and walls, to return to their starting point.

Shinichi reveled at being able to reach the sink and upper cupboards once again without a boost. Chips apparently didn't go bad, he found out as he opened a 3 year old bag and sampled the contents. There was no real food in the area, but this was better than nothing. Returning to his righteous body had left him hungry.

A sudden knock at the door, however, ruined his mood slightly. For surely it was Ran, and she was going to be demanding answers, likely with big, teary eyes at that. Not to mention leaving him with several bruises.

However, there was an officer on his doorstep instead. He was holding a small animal carrier, which thrashed wildly as the creature within protested at the confinement. Whatever it was, it was hidden from view, though the rabid snarls and hisses were not appealing. The man looked happy as he passed Shinichi the carrier roughly, and made a break for the cop car at the end of the drive.

Shinichi swallowed hard. He set the carrier on the floor inside, and then retreated for a moment. The little animal flipped the thing over twice, before realizing it was no longer on the move, and grappled with the door. A cat, a very pissed off cat, to be certain, but a cat none the less. Dagger-like claws and razor sharp teeth alike focused on the latch. A very smart cat. Most would've been less focused in their fury. Retrieving his mother's oven mitts, he knelt beside the wire door.

It flung open, and the black and white blur streaked into freedom, only to be caught up in gloved hands, much to its dismay. Shinichi was immediately surprised at the size of the creature. For an animal, it was small... for a housecat...

Two feet, at the very least, at the shoulder. A solid 40 lbs minimally; mostly fur and muscle. The fur itself was resembling of tabby, white stripes over a black... or maybe dark brown coat. The tail was that of a short-hair, however, the rest of the feline was fluffy, a ruffle on the scruff resembling of a white man. White stomach and paws, but black toes.

And not impressed at all. It had sat still for a moment, rumbling a warning at its newest captor. Then the growl erupted into a venomous hiss, and struck.

The cat was released as Shinichi yelped in pain, clutching his cheek and chin. Four bloody claw marks now grazed his chin. He'd been lucky, he knew. The cat could seriously maim a man if it wanted... but why had the police force given it to HIM of all people? Was it something to do with...?

The organization... men and women who didn't exist... who couldn't be traced... who left none to trace...

His eyes met the cats. His heart stopped for a moment, as his own calculating blue met the icy green of the world's most wanted man; Gin.

new story! 3 am! happy happy joy joy~! :D

in other news, i have a laptop, so i will be updating better! 83

this story is actually the basis on an orginal webcomic ive been working on, which can be found at 'to be a spy . smackjeeves . com' without the spaces, no www or anything. :)

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