Last Farewell

Summary: When Ran and her friends are given tickets for a concert and afterparty where they get to meet the hottest Korean boy group in existance it's exciting, to say the least. But when the partygoers get stuck in a mansion with a killer amongst them, they're going to have to be very, very careful and trust no one - not even their new friend Aoko.

Pairings: A few hints here and there.

A/N: Own nothing that's canonically DC. Recommend you read all the stories listed in the Prequels and Side Stories if you want better understanding. Also, I don't like using brand names and am forbidden from using actual people. So you get a large number of OCs that are apparently world-famous thrown at you.

BIS/1315: Fictional Korean Boy group that's based off BIGBANG. I guess I own them. BIS, I mean, not BIGBANG.

Prequels: "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot", "Scarborough Fair"

Side Stories: "Clockwork Relations", "Invisible", "Meltdown"


While Ran calmed down with the help of her friends, Masumi snuck over to the window to check something. No traps or devices installed to hurt, maim or scare . . . .

But there was blood faintly smudged onto the panes along with the blurry, transparent patch of what looked like facial oil.

There was someone on the property, and while Masumi couldn't go ahead and say that this person was directly responsible for one or both murders, the unknown person did have blood on their faces.

Masumi did a quick count. Other than her, there were seven girls and two men here. Including her, three were definitely an expert in some sort of martial arts.

She returned to Ran's side. "I need you to listen to me," she began urgently.


"I need you to stay here with everyone else while Kazuha-chan and I go to check something out," Sera-san muttered, eyes focused on the open notebook in her hand. Her voice was muted and quiet, and Ran could barely pick up on the words. "And I want you to trust no one."

"W-why can't I go with you?" Ran asked, confused.

Sera-san flipped a page and turned her head slightly, like she was reading the contents of what she had written and muttering them out aloud to see if a connection could be made. "The person at the window was real."

Ran paled. The bloody face was real? The horrible, ghost-like face wasn't her hyperactive imagination?

"And if the person is the killer," Sera-san continued, using the back of a pencil to scratch behind her ear, "they might feel that it's more important to kill you first, since you're the only person who saw them."

She hadn't even been able to see enough to determine the peeper's gender! But Ran bit down on her tongue to let Sera-san finish her instructions and explanations.

"You'll be safer here," Sera-san concluded. "Easier to defend yourself when the enemy is forced to come to you."

All excellent points.

Sera-san informed Kazuha-chan about her plans, and then made a louder announcement to the rest of the room.

Hyun and VICK looked their way. "We'll come with you," the rapper said, getting up. His fellow group member nodded and stood as well.

"No," Sera-san shook her head. "We need you to stay here so you can help protect everyone else."

"But what about you?"

Sera-san grinned and the two of them took a small step back when her double tooth was revealed for all to see. "We can take care of ourselves."


How long had it been since she had called the police? Thirty-five minutes. By limousine it had taken all fifteen of them twenty minutes to arrive here, and the police were taking a detour because of a road block, so . . . another twenty minutes at most?

Ran wished they would come sooner. She wanted to go home and be near her loud, occasionally drunk father and her sweet, smart brother surrogate.

VICK rubbed the back of his head. "Some night, huh?" he said weakly.

Hyun sighed. "We're sorry for this, girls," he said apologetically.

There was a flurry of "no, no, don't be" and "it wasn't your fault" and "if it weren't for this it would have been a super awesome night".

The door opened. Since Sera-san and Kazuha-chan had just left, Ran turned around expecting to see the three other members of BIS.

Instead, she was met with the sight of a figure in a hoodie with a gun pointed at her.

Sonoko stifled a shriek. The other inhabitants in the room froze.

Ran's mind went blank for a split second before going into overdrive. The person, thin and rather small, was out of her kicking or punching reach. Her karate couldn't help her.

Wait, what about the others? What about SD, Jin and Lite, or Sera-san and Kazuha-chan? Were they hurt? Did this person get them somehow? Was this their killer? Surely the person with the gun was the killer responsible. He or she had to be.

Still with their gun pointed at her, the killer slowly walked into the room. "Get up," a low but definitely feminine voice growled.

They obeyed, hands held open ahead of their bodies in a loose, 'please don't hurt me' stance.

"Slowly walk out," she ordered.

In this excruciatingly tense way they were forced into the basement, held at gunpoint.

Inside the large room that smelt dizzyingly like gasoline, Jin sat trying to revive SD and Lite, both of whom were unresponsive and lying on the ground. When they came in he leapt up. "You guys!"

"Jin, what happened?" VICK's eyes were wide with alarm.

"What happened?" everyone flinched as the hoodie woman waved her gun around. "What happened? He denied our love and destroyed it, that's what happened!"

"What are you talking about?" Hyun asked cautiously as Ran tried to find a way to slip behind some of the people closer to the girl so she could make a chance to hit her hard. "What do you mean by your love?"

The woman tugged at her hoodie irritably. "He loved me," she sniffed, voice filled with tears. "Over and over again, in every single concert, in every single video where he sang and danced and smiled, he told me that he loved me. I believed him and I loved him back. How could I not? His looks, his actions . . . ."

Ran had heard of something like this. She didn't remember it, but it was some sort of mental disease that convinced the person that someone else was in love with them and was secretly sending them messages through their actions and words.

"But then," she began, enraged, "he cheated on me!"

"I - !" Jin half-shouted before he remembered that he wasn't supposed to get aggressive with a person holding a gun because a person holding a gun could always get more aggressive than a hostage with no weapons ever could. "Look, I didn't cheat on anyone."

"Liar!" she shrieked. "You've been visiting your other woman! I saw you, I saw you!"

"That was my manager!" he said, voice rising. "We're just friends!"

"You think I can believe you?" she asked hysterically. "You were going to the hospital! Together!"

"What?" Hyun turned his head towards Jin. "Noona's been going to the hospital?"

Jin glanced from the gunwoman to his 'bros', clearly frustrated. ". . . yeah," he said in the end.

"Dude," VICK said softly. "Why didn't noona tell us? Why didn't you tell us?"

"She didn't want me to," he said relucatantly. "I only found out because I caught her resigning from work. She made me swear to never tell you guys."

"So you would have kept that from us forever?" VICK demanded. "You bastard!"

He lunged towards Jin, but an ear-splitting gunshot made him stop. "See?" their gunwoman sniffed. "He cheated on me, and with his manager, too."

Logic was not going to work with this woman. Maybe gentleness would? "Please," Ran tried. "The police are coming, and no one here wants you to get hurt. Jin doesn't want you to get hurt."

The hand holding the gun trembled. Ran's heart surged with hope and longing as she desperately tried to wish it so.

But then the hand steadied. "It doesn't matter," she wiped her tears away. "Our love can never go back to the way it used to be."

Ran stared in horror as she brought out a lighter. "We'll all go together, okay?"

Before she could open the lid and start the fire, a hand from behind wrenched the gun out of her grip. When she turned, someone kicked her head hard enough to throw her to the center of the room.

Kazuha-chan calmly unloaded the gun and removed the clip before gingerly placing the gun on the floor. Sera-san lowered her foot.

"Oh, good," the female detective said casually. "We got here in time."


The police finally arrived shortly after, arrested their gunwoman and began to load the bodies of Momo and Rin. An anticlimactic end to a tense night. She was glad that it had ended quickly without any drama. Drama, she definitely could do without.

Ran sat on the steps to the mansion's front door, looking up at the stars.

"Are you okay?"

It was Aoko.

"Yeah, I'm fine . . . ."

Aoko looked up as well. "They're really pretty."

"Mm-hm."

A moment of silence passed.

"I'm sorry," Ran said.

"Hm? What for?"

She gave a sheepish smile. "I didn't know if I could trust you, so I kept trying to distance myself from everyone but my friends. I didn't want to get attached in case you or anyone else was the killer."

Aoko sat down next to her. Everyone else had gone to use the bathroom – the bathroom that wasn't either the site of Momo's death, or the site of SD and Lite's 'mugging' and 'tasering' – and Ran was waiting for them to return, but she didn't mind the company. "I don't think I can blame you for that," she said. "Sometimes, I think that I need to distance myself from my friend just because he's always acting like it's the last time I'll ever see him."

"Huh," kind of like Shinichi, only he kept appearing and disappearing, never staying long enough. Sometimes she wondered if it would be better to save herself all the heartbreak and keep herself away from him. Of course with the recent meetings and the events that they had spiraled into, that was out of her options, but still. The thought had come up before.

"But I care about him too much to ever just let him go," Aoko wrapped her arms around her knees. "Sometimes I think he knows that."

London and that very awkward yet romantic and sweet confession. Her cheeks felt hot. "I think I understand your situation."

Aoko giggled lightly. "Wow. You must be an understanding person."

"More like similar experiences."

A phone went off. Aoko made a face. "Crap, that's him. Sorry, Ran-chan."

"No problem."

Aoko excused herself to answer the phone. Judging from the heated responses she was giving and obviously getting, their relationship really was like what hers and Shinichi's had been before it had . . . .

Well, Ran supposed that the best word for it was 'improved'.

Looking at the stars again, Ran smiled. "I'm glad that the killer wasn't one of us."


"Aoko!" Kaito ran out of the car before it even stopped. "Are you okay?"

"Kaito? What are you doing here?"

"Shinichi?!"

"Kudo-kun?!"

"Nakamouri-chan, you know him?! Wait, what? Did you call him Kaito?"

"Who are you?"

"Will someone explain this?"

Detective Sato snapped her fingers. "Hey, you were that kid who was kidnapped by Dr. Hailey! I remember that case!"

"Huh?"

And the chaos continued for a while until people realized that in order to hear an explanation, they had to shut up.


"Another murder?" Sonoko's mother sighed. "Darling, you need to stop associating with all those detectives."

"Mother," Sonoko groaned into the phone. "I am a detective. I can't help that the mysteries of the world are attracted to me."


"Yer alright, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. How 'bout ya, Heiji? How's huntin' down th' thief goin'?"

Having accidently activated the trap question, Kazuha was forced to endure Heiji's rants on blackmailing women and rich people with just too much dirt on themselves without even being given the full story.


"If only Kudo-kun was here," Masumi shook her head in amusement. "Then we'd have a matching set."

Kaito blinked in confusion.


Finally, we're done. Sorry for breaking the tradition of having the killer be one of the three suspects. Technically, this story's complete, but I will post a bonus chapter featuring the BIS boys visiting their manager when the sequel is written.

Also, I'm writing a story for Heiji facing down Lady A.

Thank you to everyone who read, reviewed, followed and added this to their favourites.