Ok, this is a really short update but I figured it was better than nothing. Since I am really really busy right now with tons of stupid school stuff, I wrote this entire chapter during History and Pre-Calc class. But I'll have plenty of time to write more chps next week since it'll be spring break.

"Sherry."

The familiar brusqueness of his voice swept coarsely against her ear and sent tremors along her back. She grasped her arms tightly and dropped fearfully to her knees. She knew the voice and she knew why it had sent her trembling on the floor. Even in the darkest of night, it was impossible not to recognize the crow-black attire and the long strands of messy blonde hair streaking his face.

She was also not surprised to feel the barrel of the gun pressing insistently against her forehead.

"I've been waiting for this day," he said. "Your blood will stain the ground beneath you, marking the death of a traitor. Quite poetic, wouldn't you say?"

She stood frozen, unable to move a single limb. It wasn't that she was shocked by the chain of events, or even surprised by this confrontation. In fact, she had accepted her inevitable fate numerous times without fear or regret, but now, it simply came off as unexpected.

"Gin." she whispered,

"It pleases me that you still speak my name with that soft, pleading voice," he continued as he reached out his hand. "It almost excites me."

His hand slithered down the side of her neck and slowly caressed her skin, occasionally brushing against her strawberry blonde locks. She shivered visibly under his touch and tried to recoil, only to invoke a smirk and to be drawn even closer.

His hand ventured further down and drew circles against her pale skin. Gasping as a new sense of terror seized her, she struggled to break loose. Her flailing ceased immediately when she felt the cold metal grinding relentlessly against her forehead. Who knew she was so insistent on living? Hasn't she been the one to periodically remind that stupid glasses boy of their inevitable death?

Kudou-kun, she thought. I must be desperate to be relying on that idiot.

"There's no need to resist. Your knight in shining armor has abandoned you," he responded, as if reading her mind. "But he hasn't left without a message."

"What?" she asked, suddenly alert.

"He said that someone as worthless as you should just go to hell."

The impact of the words hit her harder than she expected, leaving her stunned in silence. Her insides were shaking with disbelief and denial as she thought her ears were betraying her. It was impossible. It would be naïve of her to start believing his words now.

"You're wrong," she whispered, voice gradually cracking. "That idiot detective wouldn't never…ever…"

"Wouldn't I?"

The voice containing that recognizable confidence abruptly struck her ears, forcing her body to pivot in that direction. Her eyes widened at the figure of the detective leaning against the opposite wall, undoubtedly an arrogant smile gracing his features. She was about to criticize him for his lateness when he spoke.

"Why wouldn't I say those words? After ruining my detective career and my relationship with Ran, why would I care about someone like you?" he spat.

"But yesterday you said that…that…"

"Yesterday was all a lie," responded Shinichi. "You shouldn't be surprised. After all, I did learn it from the master." He glared vehemently at her as he said this.

"Hear that Sherry? That's all you'll ever be—a liar and a traitor. It's better that you just disappear," said Gin. "Besides, he seems to have completely deserted you."

"Kudou-kun…"

But he had already disappeared. The last shred of hope had escaped from her grasp. Tears swelled from her eyes as she gritted her teeth with anger for her own pathetic self. She could hear the taunting words humming in her head. That's all you'll ever be…liar…traitor… I did learn it from the master…why would I care about someone like you?

It was good that she didn't need to dwell any longer on those words because it was then that the clear shot struck through the air, silencing her forever. Her last thoughts were, how foolish I was…to actually believe that I would live…

Flailing the covers wildly about, she sat up abruptly and grasped the edges of the bed in attempt to steady her breathing. Sweat covered her entire body and caused her pajamas to cling onto her skin. It was that dream again. Even after he assured me that he wouldn't blame me, I still have that dream, she thought bitterly.

She heard the rustle of bed sheets from the room next door, followed by a series of loud snoring. She couldn't help but smile at how relaxed the small detective could be. It was almost as if he didn't mind being small forever.

Yeah sorry bout that people...in my messed up mind, I always imagined Gin to be a really creepy-sadistic-rapist kind of guy. I couldn't help but impose my own opinions of him onto the character.