This new idea a result of the whole story currently stopped at book 43.
Which means this story continues from the ending of book 43.
Summary: As time ticks past, it is time to decide who is the hunter...and who is the hunted. However, underestimation can be deadly...for both parties.
Disclaimer: If I owned Detective Conan, I would no longer be slogging in piles of homework. Thus, I am only borrowing the characters; any OOCness is purely my fault.
Warning: Violence will appear in the later chapters, rated PG-13. This will probably span over a looong time, and updates will come at very slow pace, around once every four to six weeks. Not for the impatient.
Author's note: Like above, OOCness is my fault. Tell me is there's any. But for the characterization of Akai, Vermouth and Gin, it is straight from my point of view of them. Gin is a sadistic...um...sadist, Vermouth is sly, cunning and curious, while Akai is, well, him. (Not sure of how I'm going to portray him, he is quite flexible when it comes to situations.)
Pairings: Shinichi/Ran (for reasons check out my bio), Miyano/Akai (personal challenge) and Heiji/Kazuha. Also have one-sided Ayumi/Conan, and Genta/Ayumi/Mitsuhiko.
Presenting:
Walking Towards Death
By WintryWishes
The door opened and closed silently, the newcomer didn't even knock. "How did it go?" Akai's soft voice broke the silence. He had seen her running out of the room, a smile on her face. His suspicions were aroused, of course, but he kept himself in the shadows until she was out of the place. After all, like he said, he was not ready to face her yet.
"Why Akai-san, what a surprise! Take a seat!" Jodie Saintmillion, as she was now known, gestured towards the chair near the hospital bed. Akai didn't even move. He repeated his question, this time with more than just a steel note in his words. Saintmillion finally answered his question. "That blond girl? She refused the offer."
"She did?" the normally impassive tone now featured surprise. Surprise indeed. He would have though that, since she had changed her identity once, she would change it again. After all, wasn't she worried about her friends' safety, now that her cover was blown?
"Yes. She said that although changing identity would provide cover for a while, it couldn't last forever, and that it would only endanger more people around her. She also said that..." Jodie trailed off. Perhaps that was the difference between herself and that girl. That simple sentence.
"Said what?" Two sharp syllables interrupted her thoughts.
"Said that she didn't want to run," Jodie's features showed none of her irritation, a result of years of being an FBI agent. Akai was always calm and composed, and even when he did show emotion, it would only be _that_ little. Normally around a bunch of smoking men playing poker, she had taken his no-nonsense presence as a lifeline for her sanity. She had to admit, however, that it did get irritating at times...and now was one of them.
"And you let her get away?" Akai's tone was now incredulous. Briefly allowing him the luxury of wondering how he was going to survive working with this woman, he quickly got back to the subject. "Do you know that she could provide very important information about the organization if she joined us? And you just let her get away?" He let his voice rise a little in pitch, to convey his message across. Perhaps he should have let that American actress kill her after all.
Jodie watched her partner - leader, more like - walk out of the room straight after this, smiling a little. Had she known better, she would have said Akai wished, for a moment back there, that Christine had killed her. Problem is, she did know better. At which her smile widened. Old habits die - hard.
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"You're not lying?" he went straight to the subject, eyebrows rising skeptically, drawing a laugh from Vermouth who was sitting next to him. After all, it was nice to see some expression other than neutral or sadistic. However, it disappeared as soon as it came. But it _was_ Gin she was talking to here.
"Why should I?" she put on a sad, puppy dog expression, and for good measure, pouted. It did no good. Her words became more business-like at once, seeing that she would probably get a pistol pointed at her - again - if she didn't. Already she could see the slight twitch in his pocket, where his left hand was in, conveniently with the pistol. "The school records were thoroughly checked. Here is a photo of this, ah, new pupil named Haibara Ai and you can see if I'm lying."
She slid a small, rectangular photo across the glass tabletop, making the light filtering through the window fall onto the photo. Sheesh, she knew that she had _specifically_ chosen this place for its lights, or lack thereof, but not only does it make her unrecognizable, it did the same to the photo. After all, she was the one who sat at the dark end so she could have a good view of Gin's expression, and his hand, or more likely, gun.
Gin's hand, right hand, which meant his left was still holding Mr. Black- and-Dangerous, stretched out to take the photo. After a close survey - one could never stop being careful - his lips cracked into an all-too-familiar grin. "Welcome back, Sherry."
The cold, threat-promising voice sliced through the air, like a sharp blade, ready to strike.
Edited: 1st Feb'04; corrected a typo.
Summary: As time ticks past, it is time to decide who is the hunter...and who is the hunted. However, underestimation can be deadly...for both parties.
Disclaimer: If I owned Detective Conan, I would no longer be slogging in piles of homework. Thus, I am only borrowing the characters; any OOCness is purely my fault.
Warning: Violence will appear in the later chapters, rated PG-13. This will probably span over a looong time, and updates will come at very slow pace, around once every four to six weeks. Not for the impatient.
Author's note: Like above, OOCness is my fault. Tell me is there's any. But for the characterization of Akai, Vermouth and Gin, it is straight from my point of view of them. Gin is a sadistic...um...sadist, Vermouth is sly, cunning and curious, while Akai is, well, him. (Not sure of how I'm going to portray him, he is quite flexible when it comes to situations.)
Pairings: Shinichi/Ran (for reasons check out my bio), Miyano/Akai (personal challenge) and Heiji/Kazuha. Also have one-sided Ayumi/Conan, and Genta/Ayumi/Mitsuhiko.
Presenting:
Walking Towards Death
By WintryWishes
The door opened and closed silently, the newcomer didn't even knock. "How did it go?" Akai's soft voice broke the silence. He had seen her running out of the room, a smile on her face. His suspicions were aroused, of course, but he kept himself in the shadows until she was out of the place. After all, like he said, he was not ready to face her yet.
"Why Akai-san, what a surprise! Take a seat!" Jodie Saintmillion, as she was now known, gestured towards the chair near the hospital bed. Akai didn't even move. He repeated his question, this time with more than just a steel note in his words. Saintmillion finally answered his question. "That blond girl? She refused the offer."
"She did?" the normally impassive tone now featured surprise. Surprise indeed. He would have though that, since she had changed her identity once, she would change it again. After all, wasn't she worried about her friends' safety, now that her cover was blown?
"Yes. She said that although changing identity would provide cover for a while, it couldn't last forever, and that it would only endanger more people around her. She also said that..." Jodie trailed off. Perhaps that was the difference between herself and that girl. That simple sentence.
"Said what?" Two sharp syllables interrupted her thoughts.
"Said that she didn't want to run," Jodie's features showed none of her irritation, a result of years of being an FBI agent. Akai was always calm and composed, and even when he did show emotion, it would only be _that_ little. Normally around a bunch of smoking men playing poker, she had taken his no-nonsense presence as a lifeline for her sanity. She had to admit, however, that it did get irritating at times...and now was one of them.
"And you let her get away?" Akai's tone was now incredulous. Briefly allowing him the luxury of wondering how he was going to survive working with this woman, he quickly got back to the subject. "Do you know that she could provide very important information about the organization if she joined us? And you just let her get away?" He let his voice rise a little in pitch, to convey his message across. Perhaps he should have let that American actress kill her after all.
Jodie watched her partner - leader, more like - walk out of the room straight after this, smiling a little. Had she known better, she would have said Akai wished, for a moment back there, that Christine had killed her. Problem is, she did know better. At which her smile widened. Old habits die - hard.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"You're not lying?" he went straight to the subject, eyebrows rising skeptically, drawing a laugh from Vermouth who was sitting next to him. After all, it was nice to see some expression other than neutral or sadistic. However, it disappeared as soon as it came. But it _was_ Gin she was talking to here.
"Why should I?" she put on a sad, puppy dog expression, and for good measure, pouted. It did no good. Her words became more business-like at once, seeing that she would probably get a pistol pointed at her - again - if she didn't. Already she could see the slight twitch in his pocket, where his left hand was in, conveniently with the pistol. "The school records were thoroughly checked. Here is a photo of this, ah, new pupil named Haibara Ai and you can see if I'm lying."
She slid a small, rectangular photo across the glass tabletop, making the light filtering through the window fall onto the photo. Sheesh, she knew that she had _specifically_ chosen this place for its lights, or lack thereof, but not only does it make her unrecognizable, it did the same to the photo. After all, she was the one who sat at the dark end so she could have a good view of Gin's expression, and his hand, or more likely, gun.
Gin's hand, right hand, which meant his left was still holding Mr. Black- and-Dangerous, stretched out to take the photo. After a close survey - one could never stop being careful - his lips cracked into an all-too-familiar grin. "Welcome back, Sherry."
The cold, threat-promising voice sliced through the air, like a sharp blade, ready to strike.
Edited: 1st Feb'04; corrected a typo.