Kid: This one is gonna be crazy. Basically in this one, Horse-head joins the Black Org…God this is gonna be odd. I guess this is why it's called an Alternate Universe fic, huh?

My muse: A dream I had where Horse-head joined the Black Org and basically let his mental health fall down the drain. I think he was about to shoot Akako when I woke up.

Warnings: Violence, alcohol, lust, shallow wenches, cursing, Shinichi bashing, overrun on testosterone, and confused Hakubas are all featured in this fanfic. There is no way I could put this up as anything other than mature. Who knows? I might even put in a lemon if I feel like it.

Begin Story-

Saguru Hakuba looked in the mirror, scowling bitterly at his reflection. What on Earth possessed him to join an organized crime ring?

Oh. That's right. His aunt.

Beautiful acting extraordinaire Chris Vineyard was his father's younger sister. Upon his recent death, he requested that his son joined the Organization for "sentimental reasons".

Saguru wasn't sure if he didn't hear correctly, and the attorney had really said "Semi-mental reasons". It made sense to him.

"Oh, Saguru-chan!" Chris said, hugging him tightly. "You look so handsome in your new suit! Black is definitely your color. Now, let's go and meet my friends, okay?"

Saguru rolled his eyes and joined his aunt in her very nice fire red Mercedes.

He leaned back into the gray interior of the back seat and just stared at the blue eye at the left side of the rearview mirror.

"Saguru-chan, you're seventeen now, right?" Chris said brightly, like any aunt who hasn't seen her nephew in ages. "Do you have a good car to keep you running?"

"I actually prefer to walk or take public transportation," he replied. "So there's no reason to get a car."

Chris shook her head. "I'll import you a nice one. How about a white Saleen S7? It'll give you the whole James Bond feel. We'll even put a CD player in. Oh, you'd be the most popular boy at Ekoda High. Nothing's too good for my little nephew."

"Can you even afford it with this Benz?"

"Of course. You will be able to too. With your taskforce cop salary and the money you'll get for just being on call in our organization. You'll be rich, Saguru-chan! If you get any addictions or girlfriends, or both for that matter, you'll be able to take care of both of them. Now let's think of your code name…"

They arrived in a bar within a half an hour. "You know, I am a minor, I shouldn't be here."

"But you're with a legal guardian. You're safe."

Saguru glanced warily at a table where four young women, all pretty enough, but wearing clothes a bit too revealing for his taste, were leering at him.

"What about from them?"

"Oh, Saguru-chan, meet Sakura, Ayame, Ume, and Ren," Chris introduced them, gesturing to each girl. "They're going to be BIG fans of yours at the heists."

Sakura tossed a black lock of hair over her shoulder. "I'm already a fan, Hakuba-san. I've been wanting to meet you up close and personal." She winked and gave an emphasis on personal that made him stand rigid. She couldn't have been under twenty-one; she could be in trouble for saying those things.

Chris just laughed. "These girls act as our messengers, so no one can trace us. Now onto our group…"

Chris sat gingerly, then Saguru unsurely sat next to her and looked at the group. They all indeed looked like murderers and convicts, it was just as bad to be seen with them as associating with them.

When the waiter came, they all introduced themselves with their drink of choice.

"Vodka. The usual."

"Gin. One shot to start."

"Jackal. Best you can make."

"Vermouth."

"Tequila."

Saguru paused before ordering. "Daiquiri."

When the waiter left, Ume leaned over. "Daiquiri. That's a good name for you."

Saguru turned his head to her questioningly.

Chris responded. "I know isn't it? He's sweet, and can give you a wonderful high on a hard day, but if you abuse him and his strengths, he'll make you regret it and have a good time doing it."

Saguru buried his head. Why was he so popular with criminals? Shouldn't the Kaitou Kid be more popular than he?

The one who introduced himself as Gin leaned in his chair. "Aren't you worried he will tell his friends about us?"

Chris smiled. "Blood is thicker than crime, isn't it? This is my precious little nephew. AND he focuses on the Kid, not other crimes."

Saguru shook his head. "I can work on whatever squad I want, Aunt Chris. It just so happens my opinions are held highest in the Kid Taskforce. But…" he sighed, "I can't go against my father's final wishes for me…"

And he said his reason like it was a sin. And to him, it was. He was in a mafia, for God's sake. He could be killing, stealing, blackmailing…basically he was going to have to change his ethics or become a hypocrite. Either way, he was not going to be happy.

When the drinks came, they all began chattering, catching him up on their plans.

"Cool Guy wasn't killed from taking the poison Sherry made, and neither was she," Chris, er, Vermouth said.

"We're currently on a seek and destroy mission for both of them," Tequila said. "And the Kaitou Kid is believed to be after the Pandora Jewel, which-."

"Can shed tears when a comet passes by Earth and held to the moonlight that brings immortality," Saguru recited out of habit. "The Pandora Jewel can also bring its owner slight insanity if one doesn't confine it's abilities correctly. It is also believed that touching the jewel directly on the skin can cause the soul to be absorbed into the jewel for twenty-four hours, and in that time, the dark side of the person is released. Thus the term 'Pandora', who in legends opened a jar or box, depending on which you've read, to release the evils of mankind."

Jackal smirked and took a sip of his drink. "Someone's been doing his homework."

"I have to. The Kaitou Kid expresses interest in it, and he might go for it."

The members of the Organization chuckled. "What are you gonna do in this throng, Daiquiri?"

Saguru shrugged and pretended to take a sip of his drink. "Hope you guys are intending to help me keep the Kid alive and get him the needle."

Vermouth held her wine to the light. "It sounds reasonable. After all, it'll give us a chance to talk to him through our little Daiquiri in the interrogation room. Oh, sorry. We should be treating you like an adult, Daiquiri. You are very mature for a seventeen-year-old."

The members of the Black Organization laughed and talked like old friends all through the evening and passed midnight.

Saguru had actually finished his daiquiri, but didn't order another before they left.

"So, did you like our little organization?" Chris asked sweetly.

Saguru leaned against the back of the passenger seat. "They seemed…human."

Chris laughed. "Did you expect maybe a bunch or soulless assassins? Please."

"Actually, that was exactly what I was expecting." His head was spinning from the rum and the lemon. It was his first alcoholic intake, and the slight spinning wasn't exactly his idea of fun. What he didn't get was why he couldn't wipe the smirk off his face.

"This was your first drink, wasn't it? Don't worry, the buzz won't be there next time. Just don't drink it everyday, or you'll get addicted. And drink lightly and socially, mostly when it's just the six of us. An occasional nip is always wonderful. But when you start to feel like doing something crazy, you've had more than enough. I usually stop when I feel like flirting with the waiter." Chris looked at her nephew and matched his smirk. "You had fun, otherwise you wouldn't be smirking like that. Oh, before I forget, open the glove compartment."

Saguru obeyed and a gun was apparent. "What?"

"That's your piece. You'll need it. It isn't loaded because you don't need it loaded."

"I'll get caught when I shot this."

"Tell me, dear Saguru-chan. Are you familiar with Zodiac?"

"The American serial killer? Yes."

"Why was it so hard to catch him, even with the letters, Saguru-chan?"

"The bullets have no…grooves."

"That's why you won't get caught either. I know no one but us knows about that secret room in your house. That piece is for working the Black Org, so hide it there until time comes to use it. We'll supply the bullets you need. But when copping, just stick to your normal piece, okay?"

Saguru spun the chamber admiringly. "Thank you, Aunt Chris…"

"Not a problem, my precious Daiquiri."

End Chapter-

Side Notes: The Messengers, like the main group of the Black Org, all have a common theme. Sakura means Cherry Blossom, Ayame means Iris, Ume means Plum Blossom, and Ren means Water Lily. They will also be called the Four Flowers in later chapters.

I had daiquiri before. It was sweet with a kick. Very good. I can't wait 'til I'm twenty-one and can have it again legally.

On the Pandora Jewel, there really was such a thing, but it went missing a while back. I used information on the real Pandora and the one from the show.

Zodiac killer- a very famous American serial killer that shot people when a certain sign was visible in the sky. All the people had a different Zodiac sign, thus he called himself Zodiac. He most often came behind the person and shot them. The bullets left no markings, which is very odd due to the usually unique carvings in the lead of the bullets received by the gun. This way, no one could track the gun, Zodiac claimed. He even wrote letters bragging this. However, the handwriting didn't find a hand until they caught him. My friend Jen Connley is absolutely obsessed with this case and can tell you anything about Zodiac and Jack. Kinda scary really.

Jen Connley- my friend who believes that Johnny Depp played Jack the Ripper in "Finding Neverland."