Martini
a Meitantei Conan fanfic

Hattori Sei: Hello everyone, I'm back with another chapter.

Edogawa Conan: Finally.

Sei: I'm sorry, I do have a life you know.

Conan: Right. /rolls eyes/

Sei: Plus my other fanfics. Anyway, I apologize for the lateness and shortness of this chapter. At least they're getting longer.

Conan: Whatever. Hattori Sei does not own Meitantei Conan.

Sei: Have fun reading, and please review!

Chapter 2

A figure stood atop a cliff, the air filled with the cries of gulls and the crashes of water breaking over rocks. The strong smell of the ocean surrounded him, him and the shape next to him. The woman's dress was white and flowing. It didn't cling to the skin, but it still showed off her figure. The left side was streaked with blood from the knife wounds he had inflicted in her side, just like she had done to her son. In remembrance of that horrible case, where this woman had brutally stabbed her only son, five year old Tsuna, his eyes hardened and Conan pushed her off the cart, flinging her into the water with a loud splash. He felt an icy sting on his lip. Upon inspection, it tasted of copper and salt, the blood from the blood spray, the salt from the seawater the dead woman was now laying in, slowly sinking as her dress and hair floated around her.

"'ve gotta say, 'm s'prised Kudou." Conan spun around, spotting the form of Hattori Heiji. His eyes widened, his mind rapidly going through ideas. Should he kill him, so his secret wouldn't be out? But Hattori wasn't a criminal, it wouldn't be right. But what else could he do?

As Conan panicked, Heiji walked over to the cliff edge, watching the female figure float away. Once she was out of sight, he turned back to see Conan grasping his dart watch, fingers on the trigger. He snorted. "C'me on Kudou, relax. I ain't gonna be turnin' ya in or nothin'. 'fter all, if I did tha', I'd be somewh't of a hypocrite, now wou'n't I?"

Conan jolted, surprise making his fingers leave the watch and dangle at his sides. "What?"

Heiji chuckled. "Yea, I noticed the same thin' you di', quite a while back, actually. And I took the same path yer travelin' now." He looked down at the smaller detective and smiled. "I told ya, di'n't I, the firs' time we met? 'Baijiu can be strong, but not half a'strong a' Gin an' Vodka. Ya should really watch out fer those two, they're killers.'* I was testin' ya a lil bit. You had, after all, been the talk of the Syndicate for the pas' few months. The disappearin' victim, and not in the usual way. So I though' I'd investigate, figure out wha' happ'ned. An' imagine my s'prise when I found ya, all tiny."

"Why didn'y you tell anyone?"

Heiji laughed again. "Ya know, 'm not really sure. Ya were jus' an int'restin' point, an' I always had fun with ya aroun'. I kinda think it was 'cause ya reminded me a me, when I was younger. An' now look at ya, takin' charge a justice."

They were about to continue when they both heard the far-off voice of Ran, calling the both of them inside.

"We'll talk about this later, kay Kudou? Oi, we're comin' 'Neechan, don' worry!"

Conan followed the other detective in silence, still confused about what he should do, and questioning the truth of everything the apparent Black Organization member had ever told him.

()

Later that night, Conan learned more about the Black Organization, or Shadow Syndicate as they preferred to be called, than he had in the last couple years. It was set up much like the Mafia, due to it actually being a descendent of a Family.

There were the basic soldiers, minor members of the syndicate. These people had no codename, although some of them seemed to take one after an animal.

Then there were the caporegime, the heads of different sections and projects. They all had alcoholic codenames and worked almost directly under the Boss.

Just below the Boss was the underboss, who was only sent out on special missions. This was apparently Vermouth, although it seems even she didn't know everything, considering she wasn't aware of Heiji.

Finally was the Boss, the mysterious Anokata. Even Heiji, being a caporegime, knew next to nothing about him.

"I think he's someone close ta ya, though. It's jus' a gut feelin', bu' I trust it," Heiji said.

This revelation scared Conan a bit and it took him several minutes to calm down from his panic attack.

When he finally got his breath back, Heiji brought up another topic, another surprising one. Did he want to join the Syndicate?

"Join?"

"Yea. I noticed how ya did on this case, all on yer own, with yer size. Ya did well enough. They're always lookin' fer new potential."

This got the shrunken detective a little angry. "Join those criminals that made me like this? I kill criminals, not work with them!"

"Calm down Kudou, calm down. Whaddya think I do? There's a whole groupa us, all detectives. We do nothin' but cleanup, takin' care of those people that've committed crimes and gotten away with 'em. We understan' tha' it'll happen ta us too one day. We jus' wanna make our own impact on the scum, even if we become scum ourselves."

Conan took several minutes to digest this information. A way to work with others on this mission, to get help with his issue. Finally, he spoke up.

"What would you need to do? What would I have to do?"

Heiji grinned. "A phone call from me. Then a mission or two, solo, ta prove yer abilities. If Anokata likes the results, y're in. Ya wouldn' even need ta be seen by any other members."

Conan gave a small, curt nod. "Please."

Heiji smiled. "Ya got it Kudou."

()

Even later that night, Heiji stood out on the cape again as everyone slept. He typed out a number, Nanatsu no Ko echoing out into the waves. The other end was quickly picked up.

"Boss? I have a new recruit.

"Yea, for my team." He gulped. "No sir, 'm sorry fer my tone.

"The recruit's great, already has a few unnoticed kills already, unnoticed 'cept fer me acourse.

"Yea, 'll take full responsibility fer 'em. 'm personally recommendin' 'em.

"Thank ya, Boss." Heiji hung up and shivered, falling to his knees. He'd talked to the Boss before, you weren't as high up as he was without doing so at least once. But he never could get used to it. Honestly, with the time, he'd thought that he'd just get to leave a voicemail. But no, he'd spoken to anokata directly. At least Conan was being given a chance. He'd better not mess up, for both of their sakes. Nothing good would come of the situation if he failed.

*Case Closed episode 50. Not canon, since it's the English dub (which I hate) but my inspiration (sorta) behind an Org!Heiji. Blame my sub-hating brother.