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A/N: I am sorry if I'm slow in updating... really, sorry. Hope you love the next chapters, guys! ~Hitsu
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PREVIOUSLY:
"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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Chapter 16: Confusion
Heiji pushes Marc to enter the house, going to the living room. I pass by Sherry and Agasa. Both looks and stares at me intently, especially Sherry. I stop walking to turn towards them.
"Can you stop the creepy stare, Sherry?" I blurted out. I rolled my eyes and proceeded towards the living room. I sense them moving as soon as Kudo closes the door.
Heiji forced Marc to sit near him parallel to Agasa's. Sherry sits on the same sofa as where Heiji is and Kudo sits parallel to the fireplace. I choose to stand rather sit beside Kudo.
Putting my arms around my chest, I observe the house. The glance I took earlier at its exterior is enough for me to say that the manor has greatly changed over the years.
There is silence. Marc is the same as usual; bored and is playfully tagging along. The other four gives off the vibe of awkwardness and silence. I decided to observe and to read them.
Agasa fiddles his fingers as I caught him glancing at me to Kudo. He's movements shows sign of nervousness and-I look away at him. Loneliness.
Why did I look away? He's one of them. He agreed to kick me away. He's one of them. My eyes darkened. Literally. Marc notices the darkening of the shade in my eyes.
He coughs. "Stop it, Rye. You'll kill someone if you continue that." I snapped out of myself.
I look at his eyes and divert it away as soon as I see him with that icy stare again. The stare that can calm me immediately.
"My fault. Technically and originally, it was that assassin's fault." I said while I look out the window.
"Stop what? Assassin?" Yusaku thought.
Sherry closes her eyes as to avoid any contact with me. It's obvious that she's scared. Kudo only stares at the fireplace with crossed legs just like what Gin always do when negotiating in a very properly and privately way, the only times where there's no killing time happening. Heiji stares at me firmly but he's literally shaking like Sherry.
"You may sit," offered Kudo.
"I'm not a visitor," I hiss-ly said. The moment I said that all of them froze, but only Sherry widens her eyes. Marc is the first one to recover and laughs, the four look at Marc confused.
"Just shut up, Marc," I said with a smile and almost gonna laugh.
"Well, they were amazed," Marc replied.
"As if you're not."
"Still their reaction was priceless!" shouted Marc.
"What are you talking about?" asked Heiji.
Marc and I look at each other. "It's none of your business," I said with a smile. The four looks star-struck (not really that positive way of getting 'star-struck'), again that made Marc broke into a wild laughter.
"Seriously, stop doing that Rye," Marc told me.
"I can't stop it. I am him." I replied.
"Great line, 'I am him.' I should thank Gin later," he whispers. I rolled my eyes and Marc laughs again. The others can't even relate that made the atmosphere awkward.
"Stop being a kid," I advised Marc. I turn to look at Kudo, "And you. What do you want with me?"
"I want to ask something, Shinichi-" I cut him off.
"Don't call me by that name," I sharply said. Marc stood up and quickly join me in my place, standing, and before Heiji even pulls him back, he's right beside me.
"Better call him Rye," he advises, "You don't know what happen to that man who called him that a few months ago."
"What?" Agasa and Heiji ask the same time.
"He got an injured leg and backbone. With love from this guy," said by Marc proudly and sarcastically. I look by my left and glares at Marc, signaling him to stop talking. After a minute, I look back at the four individuals.
"Say that question," I said.
"How did you end up with the organization? Why are you so close to them and why are you so alright being with them?" asked Heiji.
"I hate being questioned while the topic is me. Does it even matter for you?"
"He asked. Answer it," demanded by Sherry.
I bore my eyes into hers and smiles. "They accepted me. And what for you, Sherry? Why did you choose your idiot and dumb sister over the organization? Now, answer mine."
"She is my only family left."
"Eh? Family?" I smirked. "You answered dark boy's questions, then."
"I didn't."
"How dumb can you possibly be?" I said boringly. I paused a long time. Then, I look at them with my 'normal' look that somehow made them all gasps and continue with a load voice, "I mean... THEY are my family."
"W-what are you talking about?" Heiji stuttered.
"I am theirs," I said with the same tone as Gin's whenever he's getting mad. They silenced. Marc grinned.
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"Positive. He's like you," commented Vodka who's listening with open ears over the voice transmitter.
"Twins, I say," Malt added.
"I couldn't agree more," agreed Vodka.
Bourbon walks in and says, "We reached the house, Gin. What now?" Gin didn't say anything. He stands and puts his hands in his coat's pockets. "Where are you going?" He starts to walk out of the building.
"Saying 'hi' to some individuals."
"With blood," added Malt.
"With weapons," added Vodka.
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"Professor," called Yusaku. The professor goes nearby Kudo and then whispers something to him. The professor acts with a shock expression that makes me smile.
"C'mon, Kudo. Why whisper? It's so obvious that the organization's already here," I said with a prideful tone. Marc, Heiji, and Sherry look outside the window while Yusaku and Agasa stare at me, seriously.
"Why are you teaming up with them?" asks Kudo.
"I hate to repeat myself," I replied.
"They'll be there in an hour," reminded Sherry.
"Who?" Marc asked. But none of them answered. Everyone moves to certain places except for Heiji, who seems to be keeping an eye on us.
"Why are you doing this to us, Shinichi?" He asks. My expression changed and I gritted my teeth. Before I even manage to give him a punch, Marc stops me. I look at Marc.
"Don't. You don't have any orders to do that," he said. I took a deep breath and calm down.
"I know," I scowled.
"Then, don't do it," He warned me whilst looking at me.
"I can and I want to," I rebelled. I turn to look at him, as well.
"You may not and that's an order," He said with a hint of authority. I silenced for a second.
"If you can get out of those chains easily then why didn't you do that earlier, before I got here? Also, how did you end up in here?" I ask in a whisper.
"Details later. Anyways, let's move-" Then Malt entered, followed by 7 unnamed agents of the organization. I smiled.
"Move around. Find any traces," ordered by Gin, who just entered.
"Gin," I called out. He turns to look at us, me and Marc.
"They didn't do anything funny?" He asked in a form of sentence. He looks really worried. It's the first time I've seen him with that face, though his tone of voice didn't change.
"I won't let them. You know, I'll rip them to pieces," I assured.
"Gin, stop worrying, alright?" Marc added. Gin irritatingly looks at Marc's eyes.
"I said so. Go out and you'll see Vodka waiting by the car. He'll keep you company," He said straightforwardly, "You, Marc, stay." The orders are clear.
I followed Gin's orders and went out, leaving the others.
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Gin looks at Marc and vice versa. "How'd they successfully tied you here?" asked Gin.
"Your eyes really is scary to stare at. Gosh, if I'm not 'you-know', I'll die," Marc complimented. Gin didn't reply nor move. "Kir."
"Kir?"
"She is a spy. I was at the airport early this morning when they plotted to kidnap me. I saw through their plans and played with them, by the way, I'll tell all their plans to you later, and probably you know the rest since you've been listening to this whole time," explained Marc, wandering in the living room, touching objects and examining them. Gin's eyes followed every footsteps and move of Marc's.
"Why did you play through their plan?" asked Gin in an authority and loud voice.
"First of all, I'm bored. Second, I wanna meet Rye's family, sadly I only met his father. Third, I wanna see how he will react towards this individuals. Fourth, I also wanna see how you'll react. Fifth, you wanted to investigate Rye, right? We all have this fake house for ourselves, one step to knowing him better. Lastly, sixth, I wanna know if that APTX 5201 still works. Looks like it's permanent," replied Marc playfully.
"If our existence-" Marc cut off Gin's words.
"It's safe. I'm not an idiot," Marc fastly said.
"I won't hesitate to kill you, the moment I knew you screw up," Gin promised. Marc stops poking around the objects in the living room and faces Gin with a smirking face.
"You'll find much information upstairs. I've searched this place already miraculously. This place is just a mirror of Rye's real home. They made it for their play to get information of Rye and the organization. They have something I don't know yet and there are still questions in my mind about this matter. Don't worry about whatever information they have on us. It's already burning down," said Marc, "You should hurry up and get those files. The unnamed might get it before you. You wouldn't want wasting bullets, right?"
"Go back there and tell Vodka to leave with you," he ordered.
"You?"
"I'll burn this house down," Gin said. He, then, goes upstairs.
"You never change, father," Marc said.
"I said don't call me that."
"Understood," Marc smiles and leaves the house.
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"Vodka, let's go. He said to go now and leave this house to him. He'll burn it down," Marc said in a loud voice, walking towards us. Vodka nods and goes inside the car.
Wanna tell me what did the two of you talked about?" I offered, getting in the passenger's seat.
"He scolded me and threatened me. He said to me, 'I'll kill you'," Marc assured. I chuckled while Marc is going inside the passenger's seat.
"I wanna see your fight with him," I said.
"I would win," He fastly responded.
"I thought you'll say, 'I'd be dead'. But, seems like you've got guts to kid around with him," I said.
"You don't know me."
"Yes, yes, 'MASTER'," I teased.
"Master, eh? It's been a long time since you called me like that. You are so annoying and like you're always by my side like I'm a freaking prince," he said.
"Feeling old?"
"Excuse me, we're the same age, here," He reminded. I chuckled.
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*flashback*
"Marc," someone called out as he knocks on someone's door. The door opened and Marc came out.
"What is it, Rum? It's 11 a.m. in the morning. It's too early," Marc defended.
"You're too early for lunch, actually. Your new servant's here," said by Rum, "Your father sent him in. May I remind you that you are-"
"I know, I know. It's just that... wait, what?" Marc continuously said, realizing something, "I have a new servant? When did I even need one? Furthermore, the father sent him to me? Why? Who is this person and where is he?"
"He's downstairs in the lobby and please, figure out the rest of the answers yourself. I just came back from Switzerland, I want to sleep. The boss gives impossible orders," said Rum, going away.
"Rum... why you..." Marc annoyingly said. He sighed. "I'll go now."
Marc went down the lobby to see a familiar face. He searched through his memories and remembered, "Shinichi Kudo! I mean that little kid! Wait, you have a name... I hate my memory... Ummm... AH! Rye!" He called. I look at him, he came running towards me.
I quickly fell to my knees, bowing, "Young master."
"W-w-w-w-wait! Y-y-y-y-young m-m-master?!"
"Yes."
"You know who sent you in here? You know who my father is? What's your purpose of becoming my servant?" He asked. He then continued in his mind, "If he knows who my father is, then, there is the chance of him knowing who the boss of the organization is. That is why I hate being connected to the boss. Is connected the right word?"
"No, young master," I said still in a bow. He sighed. "As I knew and was told to me by Gin, I am told to be your aide, young master."
"Stand up and NEVER BOW TO ME AGAIN, un?" he asked. I stood up. Marc then said in his mind, "He said he doesn't know who my father is but he knows Gin. Thank goodness, our secret's still intact."
"But-"
"Understand?"
"Yes, young master," I agreed.
"And don't call me young master," he ordered.
"But..." I look at him.
"IF you want to be my aide, don't call me that. Besides I already told you once to call me Marc, I believe," He explained.
"What? Young master, when?"
"I told you not to call me that!" he shouted.
"Then, Marc, sir," I said in response.
"Please, Rye! Stop being polite to me, jeez. Just be you. Seriously, I'm your age," he advised. I silenced. "I hate being respected. So what do you actually do?"
"Gin told me to give this letter to you and he said that all the things I need to do are in there," I said as I gave him the letter packed in a black envelope with a weird symbol in the wax area. I saw his expressions changed and he examined the black envelope first before putting it in his pocket.
"I'll go back to you later," he then runs into a room and after seconds, a person goes back with him.
He's slightly taller than Marc and he looks like a woman or an old one. The most striking part of him is his eyepatch.
Marc said something I can't hear and the both looked at me. The other person bowed at him and vice versa. Marc runs upstairs while the other person goes towards me.
"Marc will be at your other room after minutes and so follow me to your room here. My name's Rum, by the way. Welcome in the mansion, Rye." The person said. As soon as the person moves, I just followed.
"You said 'other room'."
"Well, you have a room at the hotel and you have one in here. It'll be your room while you're staying here," the person said.
"Are you close with young master Marc?" Rum stops and looks at me. He chuckles. "What?"
"Nothing. It's weird to call him 'young master' since he hates being respected. BTW, yes, I am."
Then, both of us heard a scream coming from a room and rush towards that direction.
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A/N: Ahahahaha! You know, guys, it's hard for me to not give a hint who Rum is or what is Rum in my version of this story. Oh, any theories made up is welcome to freely say to me or to anybody. ^-^ Theories of who Marc is, what the hell happened to Kudo/Conan/Rye, who Rum is, who the boss is, and those other questions in your mind since the start! I hope you enjoyed and I'll continue to type and create chapters!