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A/N: Hey! I just wanna say 'hi' to everyone out there! It's been a long time since I've updated.

Hope you love the next chapters, guys! ~Hitsu

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PREVIOUSLY:

Gin stays silent in minutes until he starts the engine of the car.

I don't need to force myself to make him the way I wanted him to be. He's unconsciously becoming one. He won't know what's happening because I told him so. He never breaks any of my commands and even if he already figures it out, there's still a blockage that stops his consciousness to wake up, and that's his will of following my commands. He said in his mind. Gin grinned wildly. "That's one brilliant drug."

After minutes of silence, another buzz echoes inside his device. "Yes, I'm back home!" Rye shouts. He added, "Damn, that Malt with that long talk of nonsense. I swear if I just can carry a gun like the others, Malt's mouth is long gone."

Gin laugh. "What a child." He commented.

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Chapter 15: He's Ours

It's 4 am in the morning. After I had my bath and all, I got out of my room to relax on a sofa when I saw two people sitting in it. Knowing it was Bourbon and Malt sipping coffee by their hands, I try to annoy them. "I surely want to use a gun right now," I blurted out behind the black sofa, where the two are sitting. Both look at me. I had this annoyed look on my face.

"We just came here to pick you up," said Bourbon.

"Why?" I ask.

"Earlier as 3 am, Gin just suddenly threw a person in one of the jails at the Building A. No one knows who it was nor why did he do that, but 30 minutes have passed and he's still not going out of the jail and screams can still be heard inside the room. We found out it was Cortese, whom he threw in." Malt explained.

"Cortese?" I ask for confirmation.

"Yes, Rye. Him." Bourbon said.

"Give me your key," I said as I ready myself to go out. I put my black coat on and my boots. I heard a toss and the cling of Bourbon's key. I got it right in my hand and went out of the room, immediately.

"You sure it's ok to leave him alone?" Malt ask in the air.

"Yes, that's what aniki said to me." A new voice arises, it was Vodka.

"For now, let's do what we came here for." Bourbon said. Malt nodded.

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"What the hell's happening?" I ask myself as I run through the hallways going to the jails. Not minding any of the greetings I get from other people as I pass one after another. After my 3 years of stay in here, people already respect me like how they do with Gin.

"GIN!" I shouted soon as I landed in front of the jails. I walk slowly in the silent, dark hallways looking side by side. Where the hell is he?!

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"What do you know about what happened 3 years ago?! Answer me!" Gin asked, shouting. It's already 1 hour and 15 minutes since the both's in here, Gin asking questions and torturing Cortese.

"What the hell are you talking about, Gin?!" Cortese answered, avoiding the question. Gin pulls the trigger of his pistol making a scar in Cortese's face. Cortese tried not to shout, but it hurts. He clenches his shackled arms that are pinned down on his back.

Gin grabs his shirt throwing Cortese on the other side of the wall with force. "I won't ask you again after this! ANSWER ME! What do you know about what happened 3 years ago?!" Gin demanded, placing his gun right in front of Cortese's head.

Torn and dirty clothing wrapped with the blood of his. He looks tired and has no energy to stand up and even fight back for himself. Cortese grits his teeth before speaking, "F*ck you!"

Gin is about to pull the trigger when he hears his name. "GIN!" the voice of his brother. Cortese smirked.

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In a matter of seconds, I can see Gin looking at me as I walk near him and his other hand is pointing at Cortese, who looks like a slave or something. "Gin, brother, what happened? Malt and Bourbon said that-" I was cut off.

"Gin! You f*cking moron! Die!" Cortese shouted. He quickly grabs Gin's gun and twists it. Gin responds fast, as well. He pins down Cortese while trying to grab the gun back at his. Cortese tries to pull the trigger right exactly at Gin's head, he failed. Gin saw it coming. He flips Cortese to the ground. The gun slips through Cortese's hand because of the force.

Cortese pushes Gin away and rushes towards the gun. Gin kicks Cortese's hand, then his face. He punches him in the left side of his face, and then to the right, and then to the left, ending with an uppercut. Cortese landed on the floor, panting. Gin gets the gun to end it all, but Cortese kicks the gun away, annoying Gin further. Gin grabs Cortese's clothes and chokes him. Cortese tries to get out of Gin's hands.

I was just emotionless watching them. Cortese looks at me for help but I just watch them. Gin chokes Cortese and pins him high in the wall. Gin slams Cortese on the ground, right near the gun where it landed. Before Cortese runs out of consciousness, he sees Gin's hands as he gets the pistol and opens the metal door.

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"Gin," I called out, right exactly the moment where he opened the door.

"Why are you here?" He asked, looking at me.

"Bourbon and Malt told me awhile back that you've been torturing Cortese. Well, I know he's my assignment, but I also don't care if you kill him. The thing is why are you torturing him?" I ask as I explain.

"Curiosity kills, boy." He just said.

"But, brother!" I demanded. He starts to walk away from the place, didn't look back nor answers my demand. I glance at Cortese's unconscious self then back at Gin's. "What in the seven hells have happened?" I asked myself.

I hurriedly followed Gin and walked by his side, silently.

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"There will be judgment later for Cortese's actions of betrayal," said Gin.

"Gin-"I was cut off.

"You're still going to do your assignment but in front of many." He stated. I sigh and stop walking. He stops walking and looks at me confused as to why I sighed.

I smile and continue to walk. "Well, brother, of course, I will kill him," I said in a playful tone.

"Why did you sigh?"

"It's because even if we, NOW, share the same blood... I still can't read you no matter how hard I try. I'm actually finding out why you are so pissed off with Cortese that made you torture him that much, unlike those other traitors you've encountered," I explained. He starts to walk again.

"You don't need to read me," said Gin. "We think alike."

"Really?" I quickly ask. I am about to say another word when we notice Vodka, Malt, and Bourbon talking to each other in the center aisle. The three notices us coming towards them.

"Hey, Rye, Gin!" greeted Malt, followed by Bourbon's waving and Vodka's nod.

"Yah," said Gin and me, the exact time.

There's a moment of silence. "Bourbon, say something," whispered Malt.

"Well, the both of you surprisingly have the same vibe and aura, as well as the same tone and volume of voices. Pretty impressive," stated Bourbon in a bit of an awkward tone.

"Seems like I need to go because all of your eyes are speaking to Gin's," I said, "and I am getting in the way of it." I was about to walk out when Gin called me.

"Rye," I stopped walking, "9 pm."

I smiled and waved my hand as I walk again. "I will be here until then."

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As soon as Rye exits, they walk towards Gin's surveillance room. The room is very dark, and the only source of light are the monitors, which are all pinned to the wall.

Gin sits in a swivel chair and starts to check the usual things, mostly involves with Rye.

"You sure is keeping an eye on him," Malt complements.

"He defies few of the rules we have in the organization like being connected to an officer and being one himself. There's also a possibility he'll know what happened 3 years ago. Lastly, there's still a person we can't find and observe," He paused, "Kaitou Kid."

"Moving on, we did the monthly check and nothing's still changing," said Bourbon, "except for some things."

"Except?" Vodka asked. "We missed something?"

"No, it's just an observation. His room has gotten darker. It's as dark as this one. Seriously, he's becoming like you." Bourbon commented.

"DNA effect or influence? What do you think?" Malt said playfully, he chuckled.

"Who are you?" a voice from the speaker of the monitor echoed the room. The four were alarmed. They quickly look at the monitor. Gin starts to track Rye.

"Get him back," ordered Gin, "NOW!"

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As I am walking towards my room, I notice someone following me for the past 5 to 10 minutes. I walk down alley to alley for him/her to loose sight of me. Unfortunately, he can keep up with my pace. I stop on a familiar road.

"Who are you?" I asked. "You've been following me." I turn to look at the person. My eyes widened. "Yusaku."

"It seems like yesterday you were just calling me dad or father," said the novelist.

"Why are you following me?" I ask but he smiled that made my left eyebrow twitch. "I am asking you! Why. Are. You. Following. Me?!"

"May I talk to you normally with a cup of tea inside?" He offered.

"Inside? And why do you think I would answer yes to a person I despise," I answer his question.

"Because if you don't, you'll see this person in the hands of the FBI," he said in a serious tone. I got sudden chills as he shows the picture of Marc.

I gritted my teeth and rushed towards Kudo. I grab his collar and our eyes meet. "MARC?! Why you son of a b*tch?! Where is he?!" I angrily ask, shaking him.

"Let's talk inside," he smiled as he points the gate of the Kudo residence. When did we get here? "Are you in the state of shock that you're here? I drove you here while you're busy identifying me." I gritted my teeth, again and pushed him back with a force that he almost stumbles.

The gate automatically opened. I saw Hattori, Sherry, and Agasa were all standing by the door, but I don't see Marc. "I'm asking you again. Where the freaking bloody hell is Marc?!"

"Rye!" someone called. I turn to look at my old home and saw Marc in shackles being held by Hattori. I clenched my fist for a minute and then, loosen its grip. Without saying a word, I put my hands in my pocket and walk inside towards the Kudo's residence.

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"Sh*t!" shouted Gin, slamming his hands on the table, standing.

"Gin, calm down. Being mad won't do any-" Malt said beside Gin just to be cut off.

"Then, go f*ck*ng get him back to us, now!" ordered the angry Gin.

"We're doing our utmost best in the fastest way we can. We're gathering the best men we have here and we're already on the way towards there." Vodka informed.

"Faster. We need to be faster." Gin clenched his hands.

"He's ours. Not theirs. He answers to the organization. Not the government," added Gin looking at the blinking red light in the tracking monitor.

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