In celebration of no longer being a freshman in high school!
Disclaimer: I just said I had ended my freshman year in high school. Do you really think I'd own something like Detective Conan?
"Heh, this'll be fun." Vodka commented.
"We aren't here for fun; we're here to assassinate Hitachi Akira. Just get ready," Gin responded coldly, performing a final check on his rifle. His accomplice was kneeling next to him, their target in his scope. Both were about to fire, when—
"Is he dead yet?" a sickly sweet voice asked loudly from behind, causing both shots to go wild. Fortunately, no one noticed the bullets when they buried themselves in a tree five feet behind Akira.
"What the hell!" He yelled.
"Looks like you've failed. You know the boss doesn't take kindly to failure. Here, give me the gun." Vermouth replied, snatching the weapon and taking aim.
"Don't screw up," he called just before she fired. The shot did not miss, drilling a clean hole through the target's head. He stared.
"You know, I really should tell the boss about this, but I won't."
"You. Are. Evil."
"Yeah, yeah, so are you."
He glared at her and walked away.
"You know, if I were to even report one of your failures…"
"I know already! What I don't know is why I haven't bothered to kill you yet."
"The boss would find out pretty quickly who killed me. There's not much of a point to it."
"You're right. Hell would be all the worse if you were coming down with me."
"You're already there, Gin. You're already there."
WOOHOO! SCHOOL'S OUT! *dances happy dance*