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Sorry for the rating change. The last two I marked K+. If you are not a rated-T person, please, please, skip this.

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Sorry for the slow updates, school is quite consuming. If you have not yet seen Detective Conan Movie 16, please do. Enjoy "After-Effect". -AIRR

After-Effect

My body... it's sore... Where am I?

Shiho was sitting on some sort of cold tiled floor and a room that smelled of disinfectant. She slowly blinked several times. At first, it was difficult for her to remember what had happened, but then the memories slowly appeared in her mind.

Gin...

He must have taken her drug samples from the lock cabinet... and then? How had he administered it to her? A finger prick? Her water? Gas? Shiho looked down at her bloodied labcoat, most of it was dried now. The color suggested that it had been only a couple of hours since she had collapsed.

Slowly she attempted to lift her body up. Shiho pressed her palms to the cold floor and tried to feel her legs. Grabbing hold to a nearby chair, she managed to walk towards a mirror. She was in some bathroom. Lifting her head so it was level to the mirror and supporting herself on the sink's counter, she saw herself. Her auburn brown hair was stained with blood, clotted in the strands. Shiho used her hand to part her hair. When she hit the wall back then there was clearly blood streaming down her head, but she could not find a single puncture or laceration on her scalp. Had she been hallucinating? Her scalp still seared with pain. Shiho carefully lifted her quivering arms. Indeed, there was dried blood, as if she had harshly scratched it against something. Down her pale skin were vertical cuts, some curved unnaturally. And the feeling she had back then, the feeling of death. The drug... it must have been...

"Xophenol"

Shiho recognized the very voice. It was him again. She looked down towards the sink, her hands still supporting her. Why should she face him? Her body felt too tired to say anything more.

"Not talking? Heh, a woman will be a woman." Gin stepped into the bathroom and took steps towards the sink. "I am sure you figured it out yourself, what the drug was." He was now right next to the brunette, yet Shiho still refused to talk.
"Anger? My,my, Shiho is angry. At least she shows some emotion to me now." Gin stooped down so his face was next to hers. "You should thank me for ending it." He took out a similar antidote syringe that he had used on her previously, and waved it at her forehead.

"D-doshite..." That was something she had to ask.

Gin smiled, glad the conversation was moving along.
"Don't you remember your request?"
Shiho moved her head to the side a fraction, yet did not speak a word.
"Simply stated, it is undeniable that you are of great value to us, but if you are unwilling to cooperate," He paused to take out a cigarette, "we will have to find ways to keep you in line."
"Now," Gin lit up his cigarette now so that its fumes filled the bathroom. "If my darling would lift
her head so her shadow would not cover her beautiful face..."

Silence is a virtue... Silence is...Shiho repeated in her mind.

"I will ask you another question now, or, rather, the same one once more. I believe you know why I have done what was done. Is it okay now, to use your drug?" His voice held it's usual testing tone.

It was a question with a dead end. Whether she herself had a say in the use of the drug was not even existent... Once you join the organization, you are the organization... everything you own, everything you make, everything you are... is the organization's. Even your soul. That what oneechan had said.

Gin sneered and lifted his hand towards the girl who would not reply. He paused, suddenly, and grinned once more.
"I will give you one more chance, Sherry." Gin said slowly, "or I might have to punish you."
Shiho lifted her head. Her lips quivered. What could she do? She turned to Gin. The fact was that the drug was not fully developed. The organization wanted to have it soon, even when unfinished. The information had not been documented, and its side effects not listed. To take it now... was against what her father had taught her.
"No." She finally whispered. No. No. No. It felt good to say that. To spit the words at Gin.

Gin' lips twisted. He felt just as good about her answer. It was rare these days for someone to challenge him. What's more, a little lady.
"You probably know you have no say in this, but I am glad you still had the pitiful nerves to say so." Gin spit the words back. "Courage is a pretty little thing."
He looked at her.

Shiho's lips stood quivering. Part of her wanted to run away from the room, but she did not know her location in the building. To run away now would be a waste of effort. The other part of her wanted to fight. Why should he have control over her? Who was he to do so?

Suddenly something inside her made her strangely angry. A feeling that wanted to put up a fight.
"You are what's pitiful." The words slipped out her mouth without consent. She said it with pure resentment. "You think you have the right, to control everyone, and take them as objects that you can tear apart at your own leisure. That's pitiful, in it's very lowest form." Her statements, though childish of her, were said strongly towards the tall man.

"What if I do?" Gin retorted wittily. He quickly grabbed hold of Shiho from the waist so she was no longer leaning against the sink, but instead in his grips. "What if I do?"

Shiho struggled in his grips. He clutched her so tightly that it began to hurt, and her hips went numb.

"What if you are the object that I like to tear apart, at my own leisure?" Gin snickered and held her closer. He pushed her towards the bathroom wall so he could stop her from struggling and then looked at her face to face. "Hmm?"

Shiho turned her face to the side. His hot breath was against her neck.
Gin lifted his right hand while his left arm and leg pinned her to the wall. He curved his index finger and placed them right under her chin.

"Don't touch me." Shiho said sharply under her breath. It was hard to talk as Gins leg was leaning heavily against her stomach.

"What if I have the right?" He was getting on her very last nerves now, playing with the words that she had said.

Shiho struggled once more, opening her mouth to yell for help but Gin cupped his hands over her mouth before she could.

"Stop trying so hard." Gin whispered through his teeth, and forced a kiss.

Shiho's stomach gave in. The antidote's side effect had given her a weak stomach.
She lurched over as Gin let her go, and let out the little she had ate into the sink.

Even sink water couldn't wash away the sour taste on her lips.