Kaito said, "Now, what did you call for?"

Shinichi decided to take that moment to gather himself and his thoughts. He began his spiel, "Kaito, I'm concerned for lack of a better word. My reaction to the murders scared me. It was like I was empty," he drew in a shaky breath, "I don't know what to do. This job came from nowhere and questioned every moral I had ever sworn by. I know this is pathetic, I know I'm pretty much a stranger and only discovered your name a couple of moments ago, but I have nowhere else to turn. No one else can know." He cut off his rambling quickly and calmed himself again.

The thief took the words in silently. While he wasn't in the exact situation, he could understand well enough, "You don't have to apologize for calling, det-Shinichi. I understand not being able to tell anyone. Don't bottle it up, please. I feel like we'll be good friends. You can tell me anything. We both have leverage over one another, so you don't have to worry about me saying anything." He paused, "Besides, I'm sure your low sensitivity is partly because of your previous job as well. I swear you encounter way more than should be possible."

Both chuckled lowly. The last comment had calmed the child considerably.

"Thank you for listening. By the way, the same applies to you too. Talk to me about anything, Kaito."

He smiled, "Good night, or morning. Not sure what anything is right now," he laughed.

Once hanging up, Shinichi fell into a deep sleep.

A couple of weeks passed, and the small child began to notice little things. His acting classes made him such a fantastic liar that he would almost believe himself sometimes. He and Kaito talked often, and the thief's humor had begun to rub off on him.

Shinichi began to shadow more frequently, and his aversion to murder had lightened slightly. This new-found view gave him a few odd looks when he voiced an opinion. Once the epitome of detective morality, he had started to favor his assassin title more and more.

Hattori had essentially taken up residence at the office during the break, and when asked a reason, he would always reply, 'Do I need one?' He would accompany them everywhere. Not wanting to miss his workouts, the child had convinced Hattori to start with him, mainly to avert suspicion if he was suspected.

Shadowing had brought him to the conclusion that each agent was named after a flower, but it had never been brought up to him until today. He had received the phone that Jodie had mentioned earlier, and he was grateful that he didn't have to talk to her as much.

The phone blinked innocently beside him at around midnight. Hattori lay beside him, deep asleep. From Jessie,' [coordinates] In one hour, be here and prepared. This mission earns you your name and reputation. I would recommend your full height. Good luck, cool guy.'

He leaped up and tried texting her a couple more times to no avail. Thankfully, his panic hadn't stirred the detective lying beside him. Stifling a scream, he transformed himself and dressed in his standard black attire. He was happy, giddy even, and left as soon as possible without alerting his housemates.

Arriving at the given coordinates, he was intercepted by his Boss, Jodie. She handed him a handgun engraved with a small flower.

"This is your first real mission and a testament to the fact that you never know what might happen. Your target is the man in this picture." Jodie relayed.

The photo she had given was interesting. It looked like the man was posing. His hair was neon green, and his outfit was pristine. All in all, he looked like a petty delinquent. Shinichi peered back at the Boss with growing confusion.

"He is not strong, no, but he is a low-level goon in the Black Organization. I pulled those strings as promised and assigned you the leader of our force against this organization. I'll explain more later, but your performance here designates the name you receive. We've compiled your thoughts and actions over the past months, and this is the last test. Good luck." She pushed a manila folder towards him, "He is a minor delinquent, but you gotta start somewhere, right? He plans to rob the building around the corner very soon. I suggest you situate yourself inside."

The teen almost replied, but Jodie was already walking away. He walked towards the building, gun in tow. Mind racing, he rehearsed inside his head what he would open with. 'Stop evil-doer!' no, too Adam West Batman. 'What nice hair you have…?' His thoughts were cut short by the nearby shattering of glass. Looking around the street, he realized that the small jewelry store with the broken glass was the only inhabited building. Strange.

Watching the green-haired delinquent crawl inside, he followed behind and pasted on his best poker face.

"What a coincidence, Greeny! What are the odds? Thought I'd find some fun around here." He wasn't entirely thinking through his words, only saying what felt natural.

The criminal started and turned towards him, "Who are you? I got dibs on this place, punk."

Shinichi only maintained his sickly sweet smile, "But of course, Greeny. I'm not here for the jewelry."

He pulled the gun from his waistband and pointed it directly at the robber's head, "Though, I'll bite. What makes you rob this place?" he decided that a slightly crazed smile would better fit his act.

"What the-, hey man, I'm just here for a couple bucks." His voice shook, and he held his hands up in surrender.

He sounded sincere, but in that single moment, Shinichi couldn't bring himself to care. He was having too much fun.

"Oh~, is that so?" He sang out, "You see, Greeny, I'm not in the mood to actually care about what you say. I hope you have a good ride. Bye Bye." He flicked his hand in a sort of waving motion and shot before he could doubt himself.

He stared blankly at the corpse before a noise brought his attention away. Clapping…