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 XIV
Revenge
Warnings: Torture

Absinthe remained comatose for months. Akai rarely left his brother's side and often talked to him, despite knowing that he wouldn't get a response from the unconscious man. It was a rather sad sight to his fellow FBI Agents.

"You still love anime and manga, right? When you wake up, I'll buy you the entire current manga series of One Piece,"

"We should go and eat some gyoza some time,"

"An anime convention is coming up,"

"We should cosplay as your favorite characters from One Piece,"

"I'll read you the entire Sherlock Holmes series,"

"Did you know there's an anime adaption of Sherlock Holmes? It's called Kabukicho Sherlock. I don't know if you know this but…Kabukicho is the red-light district. Weird, right?"

"Shukichi's aiming to be the Taiko Meijin,"

"I sent Masumi some Jeet Kune Do tapes when she was in elementary school so now she's pretty skilled and can defend herself,"

"Hey Senichi," Akai's voice was much softer than the other one-sided conversations he held. "If you hadn't been taken away…how would you have turned out? Would we fight a lot during our teenage years? Would we end up being close as adults? Would you be an author like you once mentioned you'd want to be? Would you have joined the FBI alongside me?"

He held Senichi's hand in his own and rested his head gently against the knuckles. "I hope you wake up soon…"

XXX

Akai sometimes went to the rooftop for fresh air with Jodie, though he probably wouldn't have gone without Jodie dragging him there. "Senichi hated constellations," Akai recalled one night. "He claimed that they didn't make any sense, that they don't even resemble what their names mean. He said that any stars could be connected by imaginary lines to form any shape,"

"I kind of understand his point," Jodie agreed. "I can't really see the shapes of any constellations unless someone draws the lines out,"

"He also hated English class, especially finding the author's message," Akai chuckled. "He claimed that not all authors had a hidden meaning in their stories. Some of them were written just for fun and to express their imagination and creativity,"

"He once mentioned to me that he hated math class," Jodie said. "He never told me why,"

"Because his math teacher in Year 4 delivered corporal punishment to him, despite him having done nothing wrong and corporal punishment being illegal," Akai growled, recalling the memory of his brother's hands bruised and bleeding. "His friend's older brother, Craton Rei, was the one who dealt with the bastard,"

"Craton Rei!?" Jodie jaw fell open. "It's rumored that he's the head of an Italian mafia!"

"Really?" Akai hummed. "I don't really pay attention to any news outside of the US, England, and Japan,"

"You should sometimes pay attention to world news too," Jodie suggested.

"Depend upon it there comes a time for every addition of knowledge you forget something you knew before. It is of the highest importance, therefore, not to have useless facts elbowing out the useful ones," Akai quoted. "That's what Sherlock Holmes said to John Watson in A Study in Scarlet,"

"Do you still keep in touch with Craton?" Jodie inquired.

"No but his brother is watching over my family's house in England," Akai answered. "I'm actually glad he took care of Edgar Lo,"

"Shuu…he probably murdered him!" Jodie pointed out.

"I failed as an older brother back then," Akai turned to her with a serious expression. "I won't let anyone tear my family apart. Personally, I'll try to not kill them but I make no promises," He had already killed while infiltrating the organization. His hands were stained with blood.

XXX

Gin was in Berlin with Vodka and Riesling, a member stationed in the German branch of the organization. Riesling handed the mission file to Gin. "We are meeting up with Hans Klein. We are blackmailing him for the money. If he doesn't bring the cash at the designated location and time, we kill him,"

'Hans Klein…' Gin narrowed his eyes at the name. 'Is it who I think it is? Having the same given name or the same surname is coincidental, but both exactly the same in pronunciation and spelling? That's not a coincidence,'

"A-Aniki, you're crushing the file," Vodka stuttered.

"Hmph, I'll kill him either way," Gin smirked. "Stay out of the way or I'll kill you too,"

Riesling was startled by Gin's choice. "But we're supposed to only kill him if he doesn't bring the money,"

"Riesling, I don't think you should go against him," Vodka warned. His partner seemed much more bloodthirsty than usual.

Gin pointed his Beretta M9 at Riesling's forehead. "What's the problem? We'll still get the money if he brings it,"

"Nothing," Riesling told him upon being threatened. "I have no qualms with it,"

XXX

Once they reached the meeting place, Gin immediately ordered Vodka and Riesling to watch guard outside around the perimeter. He didn't want them to interfere and he was becoming suspicious of Riesling's behavior. He took a seat on a crate and kept his left hand in his pocket, wielding his trusty gun.

'Hans Klein, you bastard!' Gin thought with gritted teeth. 'Today is the day you die. It's not every day that a monster murders another monster,'

Hans entered and once the door shut behind him, Gin fired a bullet into each of Hans' knees. Hans screamed in pain and fell. "Was zur Hölle!? Why the fuck did you shoot me!?"

Gin grabbed Hans by his throat and threw him across the room, destroying the crate he was previously occupying. "You won't be leaving here alive," He started brutally kicking and stomping the man.

"I-I brought the m-money!" Hans stuttered.

"Frankly, I don't care about that," Gin continued his assault.

"M-Mercy! Please!" Hans begged. "I-I have a f-family! T-Two sons a-and a daughter!"

"What are their names?" Gin asked coldly.

"A-Ahren, B-Brendan, and Ha-Harimanna," Hans stammered.

'So this bastard remembers our names,' Gin crouched down so he could look at the bloody man in the eyes. "Ahren died years ago. Harimanna doesn't need you and has never needed you. And as for Brendan?" He grinned. "You're looking right at him,"

"B-Brendan!?" Hans stared at him in horror. "B-But—"

"You sold me and my siblings to Mad Dog Arena?" Gin took out a knife and started to carve into the man's body. "What? You didn't think that Manna and I would survive?"

"Barmherzigkeit!" Hans cried out. "Barmherzigkeit! Have mercy on your Vati!"

"You're the cause of all of this," Gin cut off one of the man's fingers.

"AHHH!"

"You sold us to Mad Dog Arena," He cut off another finger.

"STOP!"

"You thought of us as livestock rather than your own children," He sliced off a toe. "Mercy? You never gave any mercy to us,"

"IT HURTS!"

"AND WHY SHOULD I CARE!?" Gin started ruthlessly stabbing at Hans, not caring whether he struck the man's chest, neck, arms, or legs. He hated the man but didn't want to give him the pleasure of a quick death. No, he'd make sure he tortured him for as long as possible.

When Gin finally left, he had set the place on fire allowing the bastard's corpse to burn to ashes. Once Vodka and Riesling saw the blood covering Gin's clothes, they knew that Hans had been murdered.

Gin and Curacao's mother doesn't appear in future chapters. Let's just assume that she's dead in this version.

Velgamidragon:
Realizing that you're writing a second draft of this story, you can think of my comments as notes to consider or discard at will depending on whether you think they're relevant to your vision of the story or not. I think all things you hit with this story are both relevant and arguably necessary or logical or both, but to me, there doesn't seem to be much tension or action taking place. The characters talk and think/remember things and give their reactions to the readers. Unfortunately, I'm not skilled enough to figure out what suggestions I could offer to help make this more interesting or important. Sorry! :(

Skai:
When the characters just talk or remember stuff, they're supposed to be more of emotional scenes rather than action scenes. Even if I wanted to have more action scenes, I'm not that great at it. No need to apologize. You're not obligated to help me and have already helped a lot by giving me advice on other parts of the story.