Bad Hiding

Gosho Aoyama respectively owns Detective Conan.

(Shinichi)

At least he gave me clothes, Shinichi thought, glaring at the monster himself. Gin had tied his wrists and ankles and practically threw him onto the cot in his cell. Ano Kata was grinning while staring at him, like a kid holding a Christmas present who already knew what was inside.

"I didn't think it would actually work!" He giggled, for the umpteenth time. Shinichi wanted so badly to make some snide remark, but couldn't. For one, Gin would probably punch him again and for another Ano Kata had him gagged. So, for now, glaring would suffice.

"Sir, can I ask what worked, exactly?" Gin said in his wolfish voice. Ano Kata grinned up at him.

"Glad you asked." He stood up and grabbed Shinichi's shoulder, roughly pushing it back and forth.

"This boy here is one of our sheep!"

"Excuse me?" It was kind of funny to see Gin so confused.

"He's a test subject. I was testing out one of my experiments on him. And it worked with desired results."

"What exactly was the experiment?" Ano Kata's grip on Shinichi's shoulder tightened, causing him to wince.

"Are you questioning my methods, Gin?" He asked sweetly, but his smile was tight.

"No sir, I was just wondering 'why him'? There are so many other options out there. This kid is a waste of time. We should just kill him." Gin turned his murderous gaze on Shinichi. I'm trussed up like a turkey in a room with three murderers. How are you supposed to get out of this one, Genius? Ano Kata looked ready to shoot someone, as did Gin. Vodka just looked like he wanted to run. Maybe if I wait it out, they'll just kill each other…

"I like this one. Do you have a problem, Gin?" Gin's eyes flicked to Ano Kata.

"None."

"Good. Now, I want you to watch him. Don't let that oaf take your place, understand? I'll be right back." 'That oaf' must be Vodka… Shinichi thought as Ano Kata swept out of the cell silently. He slammed the door shut leaving him alone with two killers. Again.

Gin strode up to Shinichi and grabbed a fistful of his hair. He pulled his head back, forcing him to look into his dead eyes. Shinichi continued to glare.

"I hate your defiance. Who—What the…?" Gin looked over at the neat pile of Conan's clothes. Shinichi saw Vodka grin. Is Gin going to find out? If he finds out, he won't care what Ano Kata has to say, he'll really kill me! Think, Shinichi, THINK! Gin let go of Shinichi's hair and bent down to Conan's clothes.

"Why is there little kid clothes in here?" Shinichi breathed a sigh of relief through his nose. There is a God… Vodka grimaced. He stormed next to Gin and pointed at Shinichi.

"They're his." He grumbled. Gin looked at him like he was stupid. He looked at Shinichi, then back to Vodka.

"Are you an Idiot?" Shinichi almost laughed at Vodka's beet red face.

"The experiment he had me give the kid. It turned him back to his normal age!" No one would believe that stuff. I wouldn't have believed it if it hadn't happened to me.

"If this is your idea of a joke, Vodka, it's not funny. You're telling me a seven year old was turned into a seventeen year old? What are you smoking?"

"It's the truth. Check his torso. It should have the scars I gave him. Don't believe me, check his arm: It should have the scar where you stabbed him." Well crap. Gin grabbed Shinichi's arm, twisting it back within the bonds, and checked for said scar. He grimaced. He then lifted Shinichi's shirt. His grimace deepened.

"Well," muttered Gin as he set down Shinichi's shirt, "when you're in an organization like this I guess anything's possible."

"Though, I didn't know we had stuff that make kids grow into teenagers." Vodka's grin widened.

"You're wrong," He had a touch of madness in his eyes, "It was something to reverse another drug. This is his actual age." Crap crap crap crap…

"You mean, we had already changed him before? When? Do we have any drugs like that?"

"Do you remember that deal we had in tropical land about a year and a half ago?"

"Yeah, I think we killed some kid, right?" Vodka pointed at Shinichi again. Gin's eyes widened. Then they narrowed.

"You." Gin's voice was low and menacing. Shinichi felt his blood run cold, "You're that detective kid; the one who we killed. That drug didn't kill you, did it? That's how you knew about Vermouth and Sherry." …crap crap crap crap…

"I bet you're also the one who's been screwing up all our plans. Because you're also the Edogawa kid." Gin was reaching for Shinichi's throat when Ano Kata came back inside the room.

"Glad to see we all haven't killed each other." He said, his voice dripping with false sincerity.

"So, I heard you've all learned about fox-san, eh? Oh, Gin, please don't kill him yet. For our plan to work, he actually needs to be breathing." Gin glowered at his boss, swiftly moving away from Shinichi and residing against the wall. Vodka glared at Shinichi and joined Gin's side. Shinichi began to breathe again.

"Very good. Now, fox-san, I need you to speak to your father."

"Tou-san?" He said in surprise (sounded like ho-han?). Ano Kata smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. He nodded and pressed a phone up to Shinichi's ear while removing the gag.

"Shinichi! Are you okay? He called me and I wasn't sure if he found out. Are you okay? Shinichi talk to me!"

"Dad. Dad! I'm fine." Ano Kata pulled the phone away from Shinichi's ear and then smiled to Gin.

"Here," He said, tossing Gin a syringe of pink liquid, "Inject the kid."

To Yusaku he said, "If you don't call off your Interpol friends and come to us, he won't be fine." Ano Kata clicked the speaker button.

"Do it." Gin allowed himself a thin smile, pressing the needle into Shinichi's exposed vein. The pain was worse than changing from Conan to Shinichi and visa versa. It felt like fire ants were biting him all over or like he'd swallowed them times five hundred. Or like his bones were being torn from his very skin. He heard someone screaming. Then he realized it was himself who was screaming. Killing me would have been better.

(Yusaku)

"Stop!" He cried. They were hurting him. That was his son screaming. He had told Yukiko to leave the car.

"Please, stop hurting him!"

"Oh, it's far too late for that. He'll be feeling this way for a while. It's an advanced version of Apotoxin. Except I've made it so the user feels more pain through the change. I added snake venom as well as fire ant poison to it. Spices up the game, no?"

"He's not some guinea pig! He's human!"

"What he is, my dear Yusaku, is a trump card! The only subject alive that survived the drug. Well, that I've found. He's also one of the smartest brains, other than you of course. But, unfortunately for you I'm going to kill you. The thing about children, Yusaku, is that they're easily manipulated. With enough of this new torture, you're darling Shinichi will no longer know right from wrong. He will be mine to twist and turn into the ultimate weapon!"

"You're sick!" Yusaku growled.

"Thank you for noticing! Well, now that that's settled, you can go commit suicide or something. Just don't forget to call off your friends. I don't want to damage my fox any more than I have to. I'll be calling later to see if your pretty little wife picks up, crying to me her husband is dead. That'd be nice… Well, Ja ne!" The bastard hung up. Yusaku hit his head multiple times on the steering wheel. He sent Shinichi in there. He sent his only son into that hellhole. He heard his son screaming.

"What have I done?"He muttered. Yukiko wrenched open the car door and rubbed her husband's shoulders.

"Is everything okay, Honey?"

"I've killed our son, that's what I've done."

AN: ('_') Oh. Thank you all so much! See you next chapter~