Title: Han Bun

WARNING! THIS IS A MALE MALE PAIRING, not your cup of tea? Don't read then.

Category: Meitantei Konan/Detective Conan(Case Closed)

Pairing: Gin & Shinichi

A/N: Comments, questions? Let me know. This is straight from my strange brain... um yeah that's all I can say for certain. Chapter four is a combination of stranger and more normal. Oh and I have no idea what type of random time line I'm following. It would appear that three weeks have passed since the not shrunken incident.

Also thank you Aniki chan and Mikazuki san for your lovely reviews once again.

Thank you for all the alerts as well, those are as awesome as the reviews in their own way. Enjoy.

[Chapter three]


KUDOU YUKIKO

She checks in later to find the master assassin curled up next to her son, he's reading his Sherlock novel as she walks in.

"Hello," Shinichi says after a moment, "did he sleep at all prior to this?" Yukiko shakes her head, the man had been so tense over the entire situation she had barely seen him. She honestly didn't know, but she was going to assume that he probably hadn't.

"Not that I'm aware, are you alright?" Yukiko didn't get any closer than the doorway. She knew the assassin preferred his own space, and she didn't really want to be shot.

"I'm fine, we'll be leaving tomorrow," Shinichi answers, "he's rather interesting so far…" Yukiko nods, she was worried for her son, a Master Assassin wasn't exactly the safest of bond mates. He did however seem genuinely concerned for her son's well fare since he almost killed him on accident.

"Your father and I will be heading back to America now that he's shown up and you've recovered enough to complete your bond. If you need us you know how to find us," Yukiko waves, and she's glad he's feeling better. She's just worried Yusaku is going to try and use the blond to start writing a new novel series. She's also sure that the blond wouldn't take the attempt well, and that it would lead to more than some mild discomfort on either side.

The blond didn't mind her too much at least, which was nice, but it was still unnerving knowing that he would rather shoot first than ask questions.

"Take care 'kaasan," Shinichi adds before she leaves the doorway. Yukiko was happy for him though, the blond would probably make an excellent bond mate once he started to understand more about how their bond truly worked. She had a deep suspicion that their bond was far deeper than her own with Yusaku. Mostly because Shinichi's presence was enough for the blond to be comfortable enough to sleep after everything that Sharon said, which were a lot of warnings about accidentally getting herself shot if she wasn't careful. For him to really SLEEP meant that she had done enough for him to trust her to leave him alone.


GIN

He woke up to find himself curled around the detective, his book long since discarded off to the side on the nightstand. He felt nothing but calm coming off the detective who was asleep himself. Gin slowly untangled himself and removed his head from the boy's chest. It was about 5 am according to the alarm clock next to the Sherlock book on the nightstand. There was also a hand written note, it looked like the same handwriting from the book's margins, most likely the detective's given the observations that were written down.

Gin- My parents will be heading back to America this week. That does not change our plans, but that does mean that we can come back here afterwards. I do still attend school and would appreciate it if I could finish it out from my house for my convince, but if it isn't that will be something we will need to discuss. I suppose there is a lot we need to discuss, I'm not a particularly light sleeper, if you need to wake me feel free to do so, I have been granted a few weeks off from school sort out all of the 'bond' stuff. -Shinichi

Well that was helpful, with the detective's parents gone Gin could make the minor security upgrades necessary for his own peace of mind. It was considerate of the detective to leave the note, the school things would be rather convenient actually, he would let the detective due as he pleased for the most part. It wouldn't be inconvenient anyways, the detective staying in his own home would make him less likely to follow Gin into a… questionable, that's how he'd word it, situation.

He felt rather disgusting, how long had he gone without a shower? Too long, and he didn't really have a change of clothes, he opened the detective's closet and hoped there was something he would sort of fit. There were several school uniforms hanging, a couple suits, and other assorted formal wear. On the far side were some ceremonial yukata, and two plain white kimonos. In a pinch they would do, but none of the pants were even close to the right length. He could use them while he washed his own clothes he supposed… Where was the washing machine in this house anyways?

He pulled one of the white kimonos and a yukata that would probably stop right below his knees. He should probably call that woman and have her drop off some clothes for him. Seeing as she was already in the know about his bond mate anyways… And as terrible as it was she was the only one he trusted knowing that information, well besides Vodka who would need to know.

"Kudou?" he called, the detective didn't move. He moved the boy's shoulder and was rewarded with two bleary blue eyes looking at him. "Where's your washer?"

"Washer? Oh," the detective yawned, "downstairs. Um, go through the study back towards the main hall and straight back. Soap should be in the drawer underneath, same with the black clothing treater as well as the dryer sheets." Well that was informative, and nice to know that Kudou figured out what he was probably washing. He emptied his pockets into a drawer in Kudou's room and left the gun under the pillow that he had placed it earlier. He took the white kimono and followed the detective's directions.

The washer was exactly where he said, and setting his clothes to wash (after he changed into the white kimono) wasn't difficult. It would be a couple of rather odd hours until they were done, but he was willing to deal with it. He grabbed his cell and gun from Kudou's room and headed for the bathroom Yukiko had pointed out as the detective's. Extra towels had been placed in there, and he noticed the not so inconspicuous hairdryer lying on the counter. He might actually come to like Kudou's mother for her ability to think ahead, she was also working at only appearing when she was needed.

He turned on the fan then the water to let it heat up. The detective's shower also had a suspiciously brand new bottle of conditioner, Yukiko was a goddess… It was even his*… Vermouth. That woman had passed on a few pieces of information, useful ones albeit, annoying that he hadn't thought about this sooner. Well he would take of care of it later, and thoroughly.


KUDOU SHINICHI

When he woke up from his rather interesting dream about being Sherlock Holmes with Moriarty helping him solve crimes, the blond was lounging in the chair in his new year yukata reading his Holmes novel again. He had pulled enough of the blankets up to put his leg across Shinichi's own again. The assassin looked over at him with a raised eyebrow.

"It was the only thing you had that I would fit in," he offers by way of explanation. Shinichi yawns, then nods his head understandingly. That would need to be fixed then, it would be rude not to offer.

"The bags under your eyes are gone, and the creak in your neck seems to be gone," Shinichi remarks, the blond snorts.

"Sleeping in a chair will do that to a person," the assassin remarks.

"You could have stolen part of the bed sooner, I wouldn't have objected. How long until your clothes are done?" Shinichi asks eying his yukata again.

"They are in the dryer now, about an hour," the blond responds. He moves slightly in the chair, and Shinichi takes a moment to realize that the assassin isn't nearly so intimidating when he's wearing something other than all black. Perhaps it the fact he's wearing Shinichi's own clothes?

"You aren't nearly so scary right now," Shinichi announces. The assassin raises an eyebrow at the comment and shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

"Don't remind me," the assassin mutters lowly, and Shinichi can't help the small chuckle that escapes him at the retort. He wonders why the blond feels that he needs to be absolutely terrifying all of the time. He can also feel the uneasiness still drifting off the blond.

"What's wrong?" Shinichi asked, and the deadly assassin sitting across from him actually blushed. He muttered something that sounded suspiciously like 'it's cold'. Shinichi shook his head with a smile, and got out of bed. A sense of worry drifted across the fledgling bond, and the detective didn't really understand why.

"You haven't been out of that bed in almost three weeks," the blond responds, "and you're getting out of it now? Are you sure you're well enough?" The concerned comment seemed more like an afterthought than anything else, but it was in fact there.

"You are my guest, and you are cold. I'm sure I'm capable of finding you an extra blanket since you brought me coffee," Shinichi responds with a soft smile. The blond is looked at him with the veiled concern, he can feel it more than he can see it. The only thing that comes to Shinichi's mind is that he must have looked absolutely terrible when he showed up, otherwise the blond wouldn't be so concerned.

It's a short trip down to the linen closet, and Shinichi realizes that he should probably stop in the bathroom before he grabs the blanket. He doesn't feel the three weeks he spent in bed, especially not the week he spent teetering on the brink of death. He can see the unnatural paleness to his skin while he's washing his hands. He takes the extra moment to brush his teeth as well, the blond hasn't come after him so he's probably not worried.

The mirror tells a different story that his hands. His face is still paler than it should be, and he looks unnaturally thin in his own frame after the past few weeks. His hair looks terrible, but that's to be expected. About the only thing that looks right at all right now is his slightly sleep addled eyes. The blond's concern was obviously due to his current appearance, and Shinichi found it hard to blame him for being skeptical about his health.

He grabbed two of the fleece throw blankets and brought them back to the blond who was back to reading again. Shinichi draped the first one over his legs, half of which was bare due to how short the Yukata was on him. The second he draped over the assassin's shoulders like a giant shawl. While doing so he could smell the scent of his shampoo drifting up off the blond locks as the other moved forward so it would also cover his back.

"All this for one cup of coffee?" the blond questioned.

"You said you were cold, and judging from the way you said it climbing back into the bed wasn't an option," Shinichi pointed out, "I'll be back in a minute, I just noticed just how out of control my hair has gotten in three weeks."


GIN

He could have chuckled at the detective's remark about his hair, he wasn't about to judge the Fox since he had been bedridden after all. He was surprised the boy was well enough to be walking, but the startling feeling that went through him when the detective was looking in the mirror earlier had been somewhat humorous. Then there was an odd reaction as he laid the other blanket around his shoulders, what could that have been from? Kudou was back know, he sat down on the edge of his bed and looked slightly hesitant about sitting in the other man's space.

"Feeling a little more human?" he asked noticing how much more tamed the detective's hair was.

"A little, until we complete the bond it's dangerous for us to be farther apart than the house though," Shinichi explains, "we should leave once your clothes are ready." Gin nods, it's the second piece of sense the kid has said.

It takes about an hour before Kudou is following him out door, he's got a small backpack full of supplies, and Gin is carrying a second one with clothes for the detective. Kudou managed to make it all the way to the Porsche before a sense of tiredness sunk in. Luckily Gin can feel it, and is able to grab him before he can topple into his car or worse yet the ground.

"Sorry," the detective mumbles, his eyes are drooping, "I.. 'm just tired. That's all." Gin nods adjusting the detective in his arms as he helps him into his Porsche, thanking whatever good fortune that his car was low enough he didn't have to lift the detective with all these bags on. It doesn't take long to have the bags placed in the backseat.

"I have to make a call Kudou, you can sleep for now," Gin instructs, "don't drool on my seats." The detective chuckles, and manages to nod in response to his request. Amusement floats across the bond as Gin shuts the door softly, he pulls his phone. It takes him a moment to decide that he's not willing to deal with Vermouth yet, he calls Vodka instead and gets into the driver's seat.

"Aniki?" Vodka's tone is questioning, but past that fine.

"I need you to pack a bag for me," Gin asks, "also, if there are any assignments bring them. You know which of my… pieces of equipment I prefer for my work."

"Are you sure? Vermouth… she said you wouldn't be in at all for a while…" Vodka sounds vaguely informed.

"Oh I won't be in, but I've been cooped up for two weeks. A good assignment is in order, or twelve. You know how I enjoy being still," Gin responds casually as he starts the car, "Meet me at safe house number 38. Don't forget my equipment." He hangs up, Vodka is reliable enough to get him those items. He's also the only person he'd trust anywhere near his recovering detective, a mental cringe runs through him, this is going to be almost painfully awkward for a couple days.


VODKA

He's in Chianti's car, and the little Shelby is purring under his fingers. He hadn't expected his Aniki's call, but Vermouth had all of Gin's assignments in encrypted files ready to go with a laptop when he asked. She had been mildly surprised, but only about the fact that Vodka was being instructed to actually meet up with them. Vodka remembered the detective from the roller coaster, he wondered what his Aniki was going to do. Obviously he wasn't giving up assassinations, but wasn't it dangerous for him to do so?

Vodka had packed several bags, the first had at least a week's worth of clothes. Some were civilian, but most were his usual black attire, one specific outfit had been recommended by Vermouth, and his Aniki's travel toiletries were also added. The second bag had three things, a laptop, it's charger cord, and a device holding the heavily encrypted files. The third was more of a case than anything else, it held two sniper rifles and over sixty rounds of ammo. It also had full cleaning kits for each.

He had packed extra bullets for the beretta as well as its cleaning case as well. He had premptively also packed several packs of cigarettes with the cleaning cases. He knew his Aniki, and him without his cigarettes was a VERY bad thing. One bottle of scotch had also found its way into the bag, Vermouth's doing of course.

Safehouse 38 was actually still in the city, and when Vodka arrived Gin was smoking next to his Porsche. He raised an eyebrow, most likely at the Shelby as he parked next to him. The detective was in his normal seat, and Vodka could see why Vermouth had been concerned. Even he could see how unwell the boy still looked.

"You're early," Gin remarks looking down at his watch, "that woman was expecting my request?"

"Yes, she also said to be careful, not that you need to be told that Aniki," Vodka answers as he exits the car, "I brought the usual equipment. Will all of it fit in your car Aniki?"

"The essentials will," his aniki responds, he starts to look through the bags and gives noises of approval.

"What's the plan?" Vodka asks, the detective hasn't moved. Vodka takes a step closer as Gin is looking through the bags, the kid is asleep and doesn't look half so bad as Vermouth was initially describing.

"The laptop and my equipment will remain here, the other bag will be coming with me," Gin explains, "I don't trust the Fox not to snoop yet. Hmm… well that's unexpected." He's pulled out the scotch.

"From her," Vodka explains. Gin nods and slides it in his bag, "you'll want to check the equipment bag before you leave it here." The master assassin looks in the suitcase that would fit snugly as an airplane check bag. He nods as he clicks open the baretta's cleaning case.

"Ah, thank you," it's unexpected to hear from him, "I will take this particular piece with. Put the rest of these in the safe accordingly. Fox?" Gin is looking over towards his car where the detective has opened his eyes.

"My phone's going off," he mumbles, as he pulls out the device, "moshi moshi?" Vodka watches as Gin loads the two bags into the remaining space in the Porsche. He's not even trying to listen in on the conversation, Vodka can tell, normally he's watching their fellow agents like a hawk.

"Must be a new case," the blond mumbles, "judging from his excitement." Vodka watches the assassin carefully cover up all the stuff in his backseat with a large black blanket.

"How do you know?" Vodka whispers. He's never really encountered bondmates before, but he knows his aniki has prior experience with them. Gin's experiences with them even seemed to include this, he's used it to kill enough times...

"It's a sense of excitement, must be interesting judging by the level of excitement he's sending," Gin attempts to explain, "its obviously not coming from me, but I can feel it as strongly as my own emotions. It's emotions that just sort of appear, I can't begin to explain how odd it is. It's… unsettling at worst, and strange most of the time."

"It goes both ways though doesn't it?" Vodka remembers how ill Gin looked, he's looking more or less back to normal now.

"Yes, which is what makes it dangerous," Gin answers, "what is it Fox?" The detective is looking over at him with the phone still up to his ear. A hand is placed over the speaker, and Vodka sees his Aniki raise an eyebrow before his mouth even opens.

"It just sounds so bizarre, Megure keibu is utterly lost, and I am intrigued. Local family friendly store murder… or so Megure keibu and his team think? It's hard to explain, and I think even you would find it… interesting?" the detective answers. Vodka looks at his aniki who is wearing as close to a bewildered face as he's ever seen.

"What could possibly be that interesting about someone else's method of murder?" Gin asked flatly, "whatever, let me change first." He looks at Vodka, and it's that look he gets when he's trusted to secure the area, before he enters the safe house.

"Where are we?" the detective asks, "vaguely of course." Vodka sees Gin nod through the window, obviously expecting the question. Vodka gives him address, and the detective nods. He tells the inspector that they'll be there in about half an hour. Gin returns after a few short minutes now dressed in civilian clothes. His usual black pants exchanged for khakis, his jade sweater swapped with a deep brown turtle neck, casual brown loafers instead of his black oxfords, and his fedora has been left behind. His long silverly blond hair is tied up in a high ponytail, part of it tucked under a lightweight black wind breaker.

The detective didn't notice, and that much was apparent from the way he kept talking to whomever was on the other end of the line. Gin leaned up against the back of his Porsche and looked at Vodka.

"Are you sure, I mean letting the-" Vodka gestured to the detective, "letting him this close to our work?"

"The Fox and I have a no interference policy, and a very strict don't ask don't tell," the blond answers, "he wants to continue going to high school so he's not going to push it."

"Megure keibu is aware you are coming, hopefully you changed into something more…" the Fox stopped and Vodka watched his eyes widen, "wow, I didn't know you knew what colors besides black were…" Admittedly Vodka hadn't expected it either, and Gin was grinning scarily.

"What part of 'Master Assassin' did you not understand?" Gin slipped on his sunglasses, and with his eyes covered up he looked perfectly normal…

"Last thing, what name are you going to use? Obviously I shouldn't introduce you as Gin to Megure keibu if you want to remain relatively unnoticed," the Fox pointed out.

"I'll handle it," Gin answers, "Load the rest of the equipment Vodka, I've got a crime scene to invade it seems."


(*Its his brand of conditioner)