Fade to Darkness

Title: Fade to Darkness
Rating: M
Fandom: Detective Conan
Summary: Reincarnation only existed in fanfiction, yet Michael Leo Field was reborn as Akai Senichi, the younger twin brother of Akai Shuichi. However, his new life takes a dark turn; at the age of ten he is kidnapped and at twelve, he is forced to join the organization. [OC Insert as Akai Sibling] [Family/Angst/Drama/Crime]

Arc IV
Chapter III
Whiskey
Warnings: Minor Character Death, Mourning

Six months after becoming a member, Dai had proven himself and rose to the rank of a codenamed agent, earning the codename Rye. Absinthe was assigned to lead a mission with a team consisting of the operatives Rye, Bourbon, and Scotch. "Before we leave, I'm going to say this only once," He mentally groaned as they piled into his black Ford Mustang. "Nalabaga, Awan, Banuar, you all better get along well enough to complete the mission. I don't give a fuck if you guys hate each other's guts, but don't let any personal shit get in the way of the mission,"

As he had done with Dai, Leo had pretended not to recognize Amuro Tooru or Tatsuya Daisuke. He had given Amuro, codenamed Bourbon, the nickname Awan which meant zero in Ilocano. For Tatsuya, codenamed Scotch, he had given him the nickname Banuar which meant hero in Ilocano, deriving the nickname from the first half of the PSB officer's real name, Hiromitsu. Leo wasn't sure if he was grateful that none of those three knew Ilocano or slightly offended that they never bothered to learn the language or that they hadn't encountered anyone that knew at least some Ilocano.

"This is our first time meeting," Scotch claimed. "We don't hold any grudges against each other,"

"Yeah, yeah, it's just advice for future missions," Absinthe mumbled. 'Oh right, Scotch is still alive so Bourbon doesn't hate Rye yet,'

"So what's the mission?" Bourbon asked.

"We are going to kill a company president, steal certain files, and wipe the computer clean of any data using the virus here," He held up a thin black USB stick as he pulled out of the organization parking lot. "It doesn't matter if his death is ruled as a murder or suicide since that guy has a lot of enemies. We could pin the death on someone else and the cops would never suspect the organization," He glanced into the rearview mirror that reflected the three men in the backseat. "Unless you guys are rats?"

"We aren't rats," Rye lied.

"Neither am I," Bourbon denied.

"Nor I," Scotch added.

'They're really good actors,' Absinthe thought. 'No wonder they were chosen by their respective intelligence agencies to infiltrate the organization,' "Good. Then none of you will have any problems completing this mission. Failure means death,"

XXX

Breaking in while avoiding the security cameras at the entry point were easy. They disabled any security cameras that they would've recorded them on the way to the company president's office. It was after hours so there weren't many people left in the building save for the target himself and a few security guards and custodians that were easily avoidable. The secretary had also been present but she was easily silenced.

Absinthe knocked on the door and mimicked the secretary's sweet tone. "President-san, you have some visitors,"

"This late?" The company president grumbled. "Fine, send them in,"

'Tch, the bastard is way too overconfident that nobody would go after him,' Absinthe opened the door and allowed everyone to enter before shutting the door.

"Huh? Who the hell are you guys?" The company president was a short, balding man with an unkempt suit. He smoked a cigar despite being indoors and spoke in an annoyed tone. "What do you want?"

Absinthe stood at the doorway as lookout. He kept his eyes opened and enhanced his sense of smell to catch the scent of anyone nearing their location. The smell of blood and gunpowder didn't bother him as much as when he had used his ability to track down Akemi all those years ago. He could also hold his ability for a longer period of time before suffering the drawbacks.

He glanced back at the others from time to time, ensuring that they were swift and efficient with their tasks. Rye had killed the company president while sporting a neutral expression. As Bourbon worked on deleting the data on the old man's laptop, Scotch and Rye both searched for the files the boss had wanted them to retrieve. It took them less than an hour to complete the mission.

XXX

Absinthe's hands shook when he opened the file that Vermouth had given him for his next mission. Thankfully he was in the privacy of his own office at the moment and Vermouth had left minutes ago to attend other business. 'You've got to be fucking kidding me…'

His next mission would be taking place in England and his teammates were once again Rye, Bourbon, and Scotch. Over the last couple years after its initial destruction, Mad Dog Arena had been rebuilt. Apparently the scientist had somehow survived and escaped. Normally the organization couldn't care less about Mad Dog Arena, but one of the children of an organization operative of the British branch had been taken. Absinthe and his team were to go in and rescue the child if possible. Kill the people responsible. Such acts against the organization would not go unpunished.

Although Absinthe was filled with fear of returning to the place that had caused his life to spiral downhill, something deep inside him was blooming. It was the desire for vengeance, the need for the scientists' blood to be shed. His expression of terror turned into a manic grin. 'Just you wait you bastard! I'll make you pay!'

XXX

Once they landed in England, they drove to their hotel. They were going to stay in the same hotel suite that had a row of four beds. "Tomorrow night we'll strike," Absinthe informed. "It's already late at night so I recommend getting some sleep for obvious reasons. If any of you fall asleep on the job, don't expect your teammates to drag you around. You'll be left behind if you weigh us down. The success of the mission is more important than your lives,"

They stayed up for a few more hours and once he was sure that everyone was asleep, Absinthe got out of bed and headed out. He stopped by a small art store to pick up a custom order. He had requested for a small dog figure to be carved from stone. He paid for the statuette and then left the store. His next stop was the graveyard.

At the pet cemetery, he walked around until he came across the tombstone labeled SABLE AKAI. He knelt down and quickly dusted the dirt and grass that had gathered on it. Although his hair was dyed black and he wore his red contact lens, he wasn't Absinthe at the moment. Kneeling in front of Sable's grave and setting a carving of a German shepherd beside the photo was Senichi Akai.

"Hey Sable," His voice was unsteady and he didn't bother to fix it. "I'm sorry I hadn't been able to visit you. I…I'm still alive, boy," Tears started to fall. "I found out I had a mission here in England and realized that it was close to where we used to live. I…I had a feeling you would be buried in the cemetery closest to home. I had this figurine of you made because…I miss you. Not just you…I miss you and Mama and Papa and Shuichi and Shukichi and…I know that I have a little sister now. I'm sure you would've loved her and she would've loved you. Her name is Masumi,"

Senichi's eyes widened at the sound of approaching footsteps. 'Did Akai follow me here!? No! I can't have him finding out about my identity! I can't—'

"Senichi?"

Yes, I ended it there. Who do you think is at the graveyard with Senichi?

Cloverhead123:
So far I think this story is pretty good. Realism in terms of human emotion. Decent writing short and sweet.

Skai:
Thanks. I usually write crack-fics but decided to try to write something with deeper emotions.