The Black Organization Files

by jack-adam

They look scary and calm on the outside. But what about their REAL characters? How do you know if Gin braids his hair for pleasure? How do you know if Vodka sleeps with numerous women in the same day? How do you know Vermouth has a girl-friend? Please rea

1. Chapter 1

Is it possible to have humor and romance in the deadly Black Organization? I'm going to give it a try. Shiho's past with Gin and the rest. Please read and review me.

CHAPTER 1

" Nice shot, Gin!"

Gin smirked as he dropped the gun. He and Vodka were at the games arcade, one of the few places that Gin liked to go and relax. Vodka wasn't half as bad as he was, but was still rather rotten, which was why he liked to use a bazooka, as it increased his chance of hitting the object.

" That was a nice shot, sir!" came the store owner to him, bowing. Gin smirked. He'd let this person live for complimenting him. For the time being. " However," the storeowner continued, cocking his eyebrows. " There IS one person is here who is currently going over a hundred points above your high score."

Even Vodka looked shocked.

Gin looked murderous. He did not look like a person who treasured his past pleasures and winnings, but in this case, there was not one single human being on this earth that could beat him in shots. Nobody from the Black Organization could win his scores at the shooting range.

Nobody.

" Where's he?" he growled, dropping the gun.

" The person went to the back of the store to play House of the Dead," he said nervously, fidgeting with his jacket.

" And it's a she."

Gin's eyes widened.

" Should I get my bazooka from the car, boss?" Vodka whispered to him.

" No." Gin said, face white. " I'd like to meet this female. See what kind of skills she's got."

" Very well." Vodka said, slightly disappointed.

With one last look at the storeowner, he walked off.

He raised his eyebrows as he saw two young ladies at a shooting game, one with brown hair, one with gray brown hair. He raised his eyebrows. The gray brow haired girl looked slightly familiar, just that he couldn't put it into his mind. They noticed him, and turned.

" Gin." The brown haired girl said.

Vodka's eyes widened.

" Cider?" he whispered.

Cider smiled at him.

" Were you the one who beat my high score?" Gin said, eyes flaming with anger, trying his best to sound nonchalant.

" No." the other girl answered. " I was."

He raised his eyebrows at her.

" And YOU are?" he hissed.

She smirked.

" Sherry." She whispered, putting the gun back in its holster.

END OF CHAPTER 1