Ran is tired of pretending to be being 'okay'. Tired of cases, police, her dad's work. All she wants is to be free and stop lying to herself. In this hideout, she can be herself.

Far from Sonoko snobbiness,

Far from her mother cutthroat mean comments about her,

Far from her dad's disgusting mess, he makes,

Far from Shinichi's lies, far from the city just quietness.

She falls,

Gin wants a break from his brother and goes to an abandoned hideout to relax. To heal his broken heart from Sherry, Vermouth.

He is too tired to pretend to be heartless.

In this hideout, he is just a broken man.

Far from the fights and gunshots,

Far from twisted lies

Far from empty promises of a falling organization,

and he stumbles,

Their worlds collided and explode.

Water and Alcohol dilute each other mending wounds. No one will know their secret. It's just the both of them, fixing what others have broken.

A/N: I wrote this instead of sleeping. I had the idea of, what if Ran and Gin met during a critical time? What if Ran wasn´t just so innocent but a BAMF?

Chapter Summary:

So drunk Ran meets Gin who also drinks

They are both strangers getting away from their worlds

Chapter I: Tonic water

Rain and cold greeted her when she stepped out.

The bell ring on the doorframe indicated that the door finally closed behind her.

The person who she was meeting had long left.

The rain was hitting the pavement hard as her slow walk turned into a small jog.

The wind was whipping in her ears, blending in with her tears.

Ran was running past houses, streets like she usually does. Not so long she finally reached a rural area she was familiar with. The trees, bushes, and green stuff becoming denser.

After a few meters, she slouched down, tapping and the hatch opened up. Stumbling into the hideout she discovered months ago, dropped into the couch and reached out to a pack of E-cigs. She hated the normals once as they reminded her of her dad.

Whatever crime syndicate used it for original must have abandoned it for years. Pressing the button she took a sip. The E-cigs are very old designs, not the new stuff so it took some shaking to even use them. Taking a sip from a sake bottle nearby she just tried to forget the things her mother just spoke. Once she was intoxicated enough, she searched for the room with the sandbags with a cup of sake and an e-cig in both hands. Putting the cig in her mouth and the cup nearby she focused on the sandbag.

Why did dad cancel her subscription to the Karate dojo again? Ah right, he felt she was strong enough now and it was a waste of money. Her win at the Karate championship was proof enough and the last time she would get to use her karate. She's a big girl now and not ' pretty´ enough to gain anyone's attention anyway. If someone were to harm her she knew what to do. A stupid excuse just to get an extra penny for cigarettes and beer.

Landing a few blows, she remembered reading a book she found in this hideout about a different fighting style. Trying to imitate it, she fell deeper into her thoughts. She loved fighting and sparring, it was an outlet to let stress and anger leave her. But when dad cut her subscription off, it took months for her to find something else to steam off from. Her school's karate club let her in but it was clear from the start that she wasn't very welcomed. The team captain was jealous of her closeness to Sonoko and Shinichi. On top of that her being the champion made many afraid to spar with her as some were mostly mid-tier fighters, not a black belt like her.

The sandbag was aching back and ford, she had repaired it and was careful not to overdo it. But she must have been too intoxicating because a few seconds later it flew into the wall again and made a dent for the seventh time this year.

" Nice one, it's a clean hit.", she heard a male voice clapping behind her. Panicking she turned around but she was calmed down:" Don't worry I won't hurt you. My organization doesn't use it anymore anyway. I feel shitty as well so to hell with secrets."

He had a long black trenchcoat, long blond hair, and a hat. He removed his black hat while sipping on a cigar. Walking forward, he grabbed her ecig, took a sip from hers, and proclaimed:" These are old, quite old! There are still some around here? I thought we threw them all out." Realizing the newcomer wasn't annoyed or going to murder her, she smiled honestly for the first time, in months:" They're a couple hundred in the lab area, was your crime syndicate trying to smuggle them with something?"

He only laughed as he took her cup, drizzled it down like water. " Hm...Sake."He put it down, his face visibly pondering whether he should share. So he cursed quietly a ' to hell with protocol masquerade,' he explained:" I think we originally wanted to smuggle a special drug that would make people who were exposed to it go addicted guaranteed with extreme symptoms that would cause them to buy more and die from it in time. We would sell them along with the normal e-cigarettes but something went wrong and we closed down the production."

He sat down and watches as the girl reinstalled the bag. She was thinking about the information dump and continued kicking and punching. The odd girl seemed to be used to extreme violence. She was above average, probably a black belt. He took another sip. Her punches flew here there, into a rhythmic bang pang sound. After a few minutes, she was sweating and panting, sitting next to I'm:" I need to shape up, but it's hard to come here every day. Especially since I do not want my dad to find it. I just want to get away."

" Me and you both. I just want a break too." Leaning into the seat she grabbed a bottle nearby that was half empty:" Call me Ran."

" Gin."

Both just keep drinking and smoking in silence.