Trick of the Light

Gosho Aoyama respectively owns Detective Conan.

(Conan)

Not now. Conan groaned. It was bad enough he had been tricked, now the drug was reacting to something.

Maybe just the fact I'm in the birth place of APTX 4869 caused it to react. That or it just wants to kill me now after so long.

Conan clutched at his chest, clenching his teeth so not to scream. He hated the hot, burning sensation he felt as if his entire body were on fire. It felt like the drug was trying to rip him apart from the inside out. He frantically tore at his jacket's buttons, trying to pry it off him. The sweat made the clothing cling onto him like some sort of alien. Strength was sapped. It took all his will just to remove his clothing and wait for the pain to go away.

Pass out. Please just let the pain knock me out! He begged. The cell floor was cool. It was the only thing keeping him sane. Panting, the pain finally subsided.

If someone comes in, He thought, how am I supposed to explain where the seven year old went and why a naked teenager is in his place?

Shinichi felt foreign in his own body. Weak, thin, pitiful. It was strange how he had gotten used to being small and now his skin felt too tight for it's new skeleton.

What happened? Haibara didn't give me any antidote and I'm not sick. Was it that shot Vodka gave me before throwing me in here?

Shinichi forced himself to move. He pushed himself off the ground,grabbing Conan's clothes and gingerly walking towards the cot. He only had to take a few steps to make it. The room couldn't have been more than five by six feet. He collapsed onto the bed and pulled the sheet around his waist. Shinichi pulled out the bow tie and whispered into it.

"Did you get all that, Dad?"

"Yes. It was all a bit surprising. Very smart of you to give us these little sticky transmitters. I didn't even know you could talk back. Does it only work with the bow tie?"

"Hakase's still working out the kinks. He wants to connect them to the detective badges as well. So now what do we do? It was a ruse from the beginning." Yusaku didn't respond for a bit.

"We have to get you out." Shinichi snorted.

" That's exactly what that monster wants."

"I'm not leaving you in there."

"I can still work from in here."

"You're a hostage. And a lab rat."

"Dad, he's underestimated me loads of times. He's still underestimating me."

"He's going to hurt you. Your mother and I are getting you out of there and that's final." The connection was severed. Shinichi glared The bow tie. So much for a plan...

(Vodka)

Vodka was wondering why the boss ordered him to inject that kid. It was a clear poison, new to the organization. It had only been tested on a few patients here and he never saw the results. He was also angry the boss hadn't killed the kid, since it was the same kid who had outsmarted and almost killed them. Oh, how he wanted to tear his knife into the kid's flesh. When he threw him into the room, he was almost tempted to turn around and start cutting into him.

Knives where more fun than guns. Where Aniki liked the quick and easy jobs with a gun, Vodka liked to make their deaths slow and painful. But, unfortunately, Aniki always got to be the one who made the final kill.

One of the new messenger boys collided into Vodka. Ohh, he was not in the mood.

"Watch it, boy." He growled.

"Ow...Oh, I'm so sorry sir. Um, the boss wants to, uh...talk to..er..you. Sorry." The boy stuttered before bowing and moving quickly past the giant of a man to deliver his next message.

Vodka grumbled the whole way until he reached the glossy black door. He always got an ominous feeling whenever he went near it. Now, he was actually going inside. He wondered what the boss wanted.

"How's the kid?" Said The boss without looking up to see who it was.

"The kid?" Vodka repeated, closing the door behind him. Ano Kata nodded. He slowly looked up from his paperwork, red eyes gleaming.

"Yes. The child whom I asked you to inject the PTX76 with. The one who burned down an entire shed with a box of matches and a gas refrigerator. The one who has been diligently tracking my organization for two years or did you forget?" He didn't sound happy.

"I, uh, I don't know. He's still in the iron room if that's what your asking."

"No. I want to know how the drug affected him. Go back, check on him and come back with a real answer, you over grown slug." Ano Kata hissed. The meeting was over. Vodka bowed and stumbled out of the room. He was never this angry. What was so special about that kid? Vodka forced himself not to act like a scolded child and calmly walked back to the room where the kid was being held. He unlocked the door, shoving it open. He was big, but man this thing weighed more than a ton!

Vodka didn't know what he was expecting, but a kid who was supposedly dead was not one of them.

(Shinichi)

He heard the lock unlatch. He was hoping for Vermouth, not the vile oaf who had covered his body in scars. He glowered at the man who could do nothing but stare, dumbstruck, at him.

"You're the guy-You're the one who-this isn't possible!" Vodka stormed into the room and grabbed Shinichi around the shoulders. Shinichi looked up at him, continuing to glare.

"Why are you here? Where's the kid?" Vodka looked down at Shinichi's chest, his eyebrows raising when he noticed the scars.

"No way." He breathed. Shinichi flinched, wanting to get way from the man. He shoved Vodka off him, grabbed the belt from Conan's shorts and shot a soccer ball into his face at point blank. Vodka collasped into a heap on the cold, cement floor, a welt steaming between his eyes.

Now's my chance! Shinichi wrapped the sheet around himself, like a cloak and charged out of the room (Vodka had stupidly left it open). They had underestimated him. He mapped a way out. He had his dad record the converstation with Ano Kata through the bow tie. He had the location of the organization. He had enough dirt on these bastards to make a roach motel jump with joy. All he had to do now was get out.

Half way down the stairs to the second floor, Shinichi slammed into the person he least wanted to see. Gin.

AN: Oh dear! Our Hero yet again is in the face of danger! What will he do? What will happen next? Again, thank you so much to the people who have been reading, following and supporting me from the sidelines. I've really enjoyed writing this and I'm very pleased others have enjoyed reading it. 'Til next time, Ja ne! (see you later)