CHAPTER 9: Appels.
"I see..."
To know about the Organization, they aren't really sure of understanding it.
Who's the person before them? Is that Conan Edogawa? Are they Shinichi Kudo? They quickly understood both are neither. Conan's a figure, and Shinichi is the "soul", who disappeared because of their fight against the Organization. Kogoro saw that they weren't facing the same Kudo Shinichi as before. They are more calm, less proud of themselves.
The father is shocked by the dramatic fate of the best friend of his daughter. What happened to him isn't human. One stole his body and his persona, so what does stay of him? The threat of the Organization transformed him. Can Shinichi Kudo come back in one singular person, corpse such as spirit? This isn't won yet.
"I took a descision."
"I'm gonna help you, boy!"
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In the absolute silence of the room, a particular tink caused Haibara to jump, not because of the fact the noise was threatening, but because of this late hour (or early one in the morning), the only one who can call her was the one she was the more afraid for.
Quickly, she searched in her bag and her tapes, then she managed to grab her badge.
"They couldn't kill you. Too bad!"
"Oh, don't be silly like that. Gin kidnapped me, but I could escape them while placing a tracking device in their gun. But my glasses are broken."
"I would have love to ask you to follow their path on my phone, but neither me or the professor have ours."
"Sure, I noticed it...do you have another glasses?"
"No, we went out so fast."
"Shit! What can I do?"
"You? Nothing!"
"B-But!"
"You pretty understood. We're doing nothing before tomorrow. Gin never leave their weapon, they are their safety. While going too fast, we can fail everything."
"Of course..."
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Gin. She would confront them and their aura. They killed her sister, and Shiho would make them to regret that, whatever the price for her.
She saw herself at the top of this building, a bullet going through her right shoulder.
A drop of blood fell on the white and cold snow.
"I wanted to see you, Sherry."
"Gin."
"Isn't that beautiful. The snow falling in the darkness, and the blood dirtying it."
"I could have killed you onto that chimney [...]."
My body was hurt, several bullets broke my skin. The alcohol prevented me from analysing the situation. I was hurt, there was pain, the fever and the transformation didn't help.
I will die today! I will die here! What a strange feeling to know that we aren't going to see the sun tomorrow. I can relief because I will see my family, as they always told me!
They are about to kill me, but they are waiting. Why? This fucking man must be taking some pleasure in the moment before my death. They are appreciating the moment when they can kill me, because after that, this will be the end.
Kudo arrived just in time.
I was saved.
"Sleep good this night Gin, because tomorrow as soon as the Sun appears, I'll take you down."
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"So, what?"
"She wants to wait till tomorrow."
"She's right. But for now, we'll have to brainstorm for how we'll do. Our first step is to retrieve and rescue Ran."
"Of course. I'm fighting for her now!"
Conan felt himself lost – because of the situation that he wasn't controlling anymore – and stressed. Waiting to save Ran was a torture to him. Even if he knew she was with Vermouth, he couldn't let the luck – or the unlucky fate – to decide of the fate of the one he loves. But, he would have to wait for now.
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"Miss, miss!"
Ran opened her eyes. The taxi driver had grabbed her by the shoulder and forced her to awake.
"Wake up! We arrived at yours!"
"At mine?"
While yawning her eyes, she noticed that she was standing before her father's agency.
"How much did this course cost?"
"Nothing. It has been already payed."
Why are all the lights turned on? She said to herself.
She climbed the few steps till the detective agency, and opened the door.
Huh? That's open?
Noticing a figure that she saw as a threat, she instinctively made a High-Kick.
"Dad! Is that you?"
Kogoro, knocked out, wasn't able to give an answer. Conan helped the sleeping detective.
"He stood up to go to the toilets, and noticed you went out. He was drunk, and while pausing to your door where he fell on, he saw your bedroom empty. But why did you ran off so late, Ran-neechan?
"..."
"It's because of Shinichi-niichan, isn't it?"
"I don't want to speak of it."
Conan was astonished. He gazed at her. Her look was empty of emotion, as she was lost in her life.
By this current instant, Ran was mad at Shinichi.
I don't know how long will I be able to keep my secret. One thing which is sure, I won't reveal it to her, even if it does imply the fact that she will hate me during all her life. All that counts for me now is the fact that she's alive and safe.
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The phone rang. The woman with the round glasses went toward it while placing a hand behind her neck. In one move, she removed the mask which was hiding her true face, and twisted her head so that her long blond hair can fall on her back.
"Mochi, mochi?"
"You're doing what I asked, Vermouth?"
"Sure, I released her."
"It was too dangerous to keep her, her father would have called the police, and they would have find us with the cameras before the police station. We don't need these issues."
While speaking with Gin, Vermouth pulled out her wallet. She took the only thing which was inside: a photo. This one was taken twenty years before, in a square after the school, as the Sun was slowly disappearing in the distance.
In this picture, one of the two children takes her by the neck. The two faces are smiling, lightening of a full joy.
"You already knew for Shinichi Kudo, didn't you?"
"And what does that change?"
For myself? A lot of things..."
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FLASH BACK
SEVERAL YEARS AGO.
Whisky arrived into the meeting room of the Organization. Pisco went by him.
"That person wants you to take this letter."
In kraft paper, it was locked by a scotch all along its opening, which was already closed by several layers of wax.
"They'll never change..."
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Call this number
then, burn this letter.
090.4527.5643
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Whisky went to the phone cabin, and dialed the eleven numbers.
A synthetic voice gave him instructions.
"This message won't be repeated. No one shall be aware of this mission. For this mission, you'll have to deal by yourself. No help will be accepted.
You shall exchange… […]."
Whisky pulled out his cigarette lighter, and burn a corner of the letter.
