School was over, and Shinichi was walking absently on the streets. He wasn¡¦t sure where he was going. Ran had offered to walk him home, but he¡¦d refused. He just wanted to think by himself, without any interruptions. The sun was burning brightly, sending shimmering rays of heat to the earth. The heat was almost unbearable, but it also gave Shinichi a feeling that something was going to happen. Something, but he didn¡¦t know what. However, the feeling quickly passed away as he continued to wander through the crowded, busy streets.
His thoughts were on Ai, or rather, Shiho, as he walked around people and avoided lampposts. He didn¡¦t want to bump into anything. He wondered about his friend. It was even more dangerous than it was for him to be seen on the streets. The Organization was, after all, not behind bars as they should be. They hadn¡¦t been looking for a small elementary school kid named Ai Haibara, but they were searching for a teenage girl named Shiho Miyano. Pretty, red haired girls couldn¡¦t really go unnoticed for long. She should dye that red hair. It was a shame; really, the red hair was quite attractive. At the same time, though, it attracted too much attention. He tried to imagine another hair color for Shiho, but only the red looked natural. He couldn¡¦t see Shiho without the red gold hair. He was so immersed in his thoughts that he wasn¡¦t even really looking to see where he was going anymore. His thoughts were all on Shiho, so he didn¡¦t notice that he had collided with someone until he was sprawled out on the street.
He shook his head from side to side and looked up to see whom he had run into. Beads of sweat appeared and gathered on his forehead, and his mouth grew dry, as if a sponge in his mouth had taken all the moisture away. His tongue felt like cotton as it stuck to the roof of his mouth. His blue eyes grew larger and larger as his whole body involuntarily started shaking. The person before him wore a black trench coat and a black hat. He had long yellow hair that somehow seemed to hint of darkness. A cigarette dangled on his mouth and his hand was tightly gripping something in his pocket. It was probably a gun. The person¡¦s eyes burned coldly with hatred as he glared at the boy detective. He was one of the most dangerous people Shinichi knew. The person was Gin. Shinichi had walked right into Gin. Vodka was beside him.
Gin sneered. He turned and spit the cigarette out on the sidewalk. Vodka wasn¡¦t smoking. He just stood beside Gin, grinning evilly, as usual. Gin¡¦s eyes were glowing with pleasure, as he looked at Shinichi helpless on the sidewalk. Vodka¡¦s eyes weren¡¦t visible because of the dark sunglasses he wore; however, it was obvious that Vodka wasn¡¦t saddened by the turn of events.
¡§ We meet again, great detective.¡¨ Gin said in his cool, icy voice. He had removed his hand from his pocket and was patting his pocket with an evil grin to tell Shinichi that there was a gun there. Shinichi was not surprised.
¡§ G¡KGin.¡¨ Shinichi gasped. He asked himself why he hadn¡¦t watched where he was going. He knew Gin wanted to kill him. Gin probably had it all figured out, even if there were a lot of people on the street. Gin would shoot him, and then he and Vodka would get away. Gin could make it look like suicide. He would just be another victim of the Black Organization.
Gin stood, debating what to do. He knew Shinichi hadn¡¦t died, but he hadn¡¦t expected to see him on the streets. He wanted to kill him, make sure he couldn¡¦t get away again, destroy him for sure. But he wasn¡¦t sure if he should. He didn¡¦t know if he could get away with it. He glanced around warily, and slowly reached for his pistol. If he didn¡¦t get rid of this annoying detective, he might never have another chance, and he was smart enough to know it.
Shinichi saw Gin hesitate, and realized that Gin was shocked to see him too. He realized that Gin wasn¡¦t sure if he should kill him or not. Shinichi saw his school bag on the ground beside him and slowly reached for it, praying that Gin wouldn¡¦t notice. Maybe he could kick it at Gin. If Gin went down, Vodka would be too worried about Gin to worry about him. Unfortunately, Gin saw him inching toward his bag. He laughed, and then kicked it farther away. Some people were giving them curious looks now, but still, no one was paying much attention. Gin¡¦s mind seems to be made up now, and he pulls the gun out of his pocket.
Vodka gasped. He wanted Shinichi dead as much as ¡§Gin did, but he wasn¡¦t as daring as Gin. Gin was definitely being too reckless. There were people around, couldn¡¦t Gin see?
¡§ Gin, there are people around, you can¡¦t shoot him here. Come on, let¡¦s go. We¡¦ll get him later.¡¨ Vodka urged, hoping that Gin would listen to him.
To Vodka¡¦s surprise, Gin put the gun back in his pocket. He wasn¡¦t an idiot. There were people around. He didn¡¦t want to think about what would happen if he were the one who caused the Organization to be known or detected.
¡§ It must be your lucky day, detective. You¡¦ll get to live a little longer. Don¡¦t even think of following us.¡¨ Gin snarled before he and vodka crossed the street.
Shinichi picked himself up, unable to believe his luck. He is unable to believe that he is still alive. He retrieved his school bag, and slung it back on his shoulder. Then he was unable to believe whom he was seeing. A red haired girl is on the street, walking in his direction. It was Shiho Miyano, the girl who had been floating in his thoughts ever since he had seen her at the train station.