DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DETECTIVE CONAN
A/N: Trying to stay awake, guys... FIGHT!
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PREVIOUSLY:
"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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Chapter 17: Different Sides
As both Rum and I rush towards the door, we both nearly slipped on the floor and nearly tripped down. Rum turns the door knob harshly, shouting Marc's name repeatedly.
As soon as he opens it, we saw a complete mess.
Marc's room is bigger than their lobby, twice or thrice bigger than it. Despite his big room and great interior designs, the place is a mess. A total mess especially in his king-sized bed.
The bed sheets coil around each other and part of it spreads on the floor. Some pillows are scattered near the couch, near the window, near another door leading (probably) to the CR, on top of the table, under the table, and on the floor. Piles of books, documents, envelopes, and three to four pens lie on his bed, scattered. And around his room, there are many piles of books that make some fall.
His drawers are neatly shut as well as his closets. In his first big, rectangular, wooden table, there's a curved widescreen monitor, keyboard, mouse, and other techie stuff. There's also some chips and bottles of beers scattered on his table. Underneath the table's his CPU and some noodled wires and wired sockets. Beside his table's a trash bin, which has no garbages in it (assumingly speaking). The second wooden table is smaller than the first one and there lies some of his documents and books. Another table, but now a glass one is sitting at the center of the room with a vase of a plant.
And lying flat on the floor is our very own Marc, holding the letter I gave earlier on his right hand. Around him are pillows and some papers, scattered.
He scowled for almost 5 seconds and shouted again in exasperation. He clearly looked like a child.
Rum and I stood right behind Marc. Rum sighed and shook his head with a facepalm. I sighed in relief and smiled. "I can't believe I'm serving a child," I sarcastically said.
Rum looked at me and chuckled. "That's why you don't need to call him master or whatever. He is SO not for it."
Marc sat up in an Indian seat position and looked at us with his 'seriously?' look on his face. "When did you two get in here?" He asked.
"Just after you shouted frantically. Of course, we'd hurry over here," Rum made a point.
Marc sighed, stood up and put the letter in his drawer. He, then, turned, leaned on his drawer and looked at us with his arms curled up around his torso. With his messy hair, messy room, and messy clothes, he looked like a shut-in author slash a NEET.
"So? Why are you shouting?" asked Rum. But, Marc didn't even look at Rum. He is staring at me, boring his eyes into my eyes. Rum saw Marc staring at me and 'ohhh' in a low voice.
"Why? What's up?" I asked.
"Are you sure you don't know who sent you here asides from Gin?" Marc asked me.
"Yes, I do not know."
"Do you know my father?"
"No."
"Thank Earth you don't know..." He sighed in relief. Rum walked in and sat on Marc's bed.
"This is the fourth time I told you, Marc," announced Rum. Marc looked at Rum and rolled his eyes. "CLEAN YOUR ROOM."
Before Marc can speak another word, I spoke. "I'll do the cleaning."
"What?" Marc and Rum asked in sync as they looked at me with raised eyebrow.
"I mean what I said," I answered.
"No," Marc insisted. "I'll do it myself."
"Are you sure? Because it seems like if we, Rum and me, leave this room, you'll continue whatever you're doing and you'll lazily forget to clean your room," I said.
Marc silenced. Rum laughed. "Alright, but, give me all the documents," Marc finally said.
And for that day, I became an interior designer. We even ordered bookshelves, some frames, holders, and some more stuff. I picked out all documents first and gave it to Marc and I said, in an ordered way, that he must and should organize those documents so he did for the rest of the day. I picked up the books out of the room first, and also swept and threw all the trashes away. I fixed his bed and rearranged how his room looked like when all of the things we ordered came.
So basically, it's a room makeover.
Rum went back to Marc's room that midnight, which the time we just finished fixing everything.
"Woah, Rye. You've got some skills. Are you sure you're a man?" he asked, jokingly.
"Well, excuse me, Rum. I just can't stand knocking on someone's door and when I enter, he or the room, itself, looks so miserable," I said, pointing out while looking at Rum.
Marc opened his computer and sat on a chair as Rum sat on a big, dark blue bean bag, we ordered earlier. I currently am lying my half body on Marc's bed, tired. "Sorry for being 'miserable', Rye," stated Marc.
I chuckled.
Then, we ended up being quiet. The only sound we can hear is Marc's clicking, never his typing. Well, the silence ended when Gin and Vodka entered.
"Hi," greeted Rum, looking up at Gin.
"Why are you three looked so chill?" asked Vodka, glancing at me, Rum, and Marc.
"We had a hard time fixing Marc's messy room," Rum answered.
I quickly sat up and locked my eyes on Rum. "You didn't help! You were sleeping the whole time in the lobby!" I yelled at him, pointing the door. Rum shrugged. I sighed, put my arm down, and lied again.
"Why are you here?" asked Marc without looking backward.
That's the time I noticed that Gin's eyes never left on staring at Marc. I questioned myself, not wanting to speak it out loud. What's up with Gin and Marc?
"You read it," Gin said, not a question, not an order. Vodka entered and sat on the bean bag, as well. We look like teenagers hanging out, seriously. Vodka put his shades down, revealing his icy eyes with a striking amber color.
"Red, actually," replied Marc. "Is it true?"
"It's my fault."
"How?"
"I left 'him' to that crazy psycho."
"You killed the psycho?"
"Burnt, too."
"What did you reported, then?"
"His misdeeds and not reporting to me, daily."
"You're too honest. Why are you here?"
"Should you be asking that? I'll be staying here for awhile. Be sure to train him."
"Clearly."
"Vodka," called Gin. "Let's go." Vodka lazily stood up, put his shades back, and walked out of the room.
I sat up, looked at Marc, then at Rum. I asked with no voice, saying 'what was that?' Rum shrugged.
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*present time*
"We didn't get ANY useful information," scowled Haibara as she throws herself on the couch. In front of her sits Jodie, Camel, and Eisuke Hondou. Leaning on a nearby pillar's Subaru Okiya. And coming out of the newly-made bunker door are Heiji, Yusaku, the professor, Kir, and James Black.
"He changed so much," said Heiji, sitting beside Haibara. "What happened to him?"
"He became more like Gin," added Haibara, looking beside her. Then, it was silent. The professor and Kir sat in a chair in front of a table with computers.
Kir opened one of the computers. When it finished the usual opening, Kir inserted a card. "We did get some actually," she said, breaking the silence. All eyes are on her now. The professor, James Black, Yusaku, Haibara, Eisuke, and Hattori went near her.
She opened the folder where the files of the card are. "Those files..." said the professor slowly.
"The ones in that guy's bags," ended Yusaku. He looked at Heiji and caught his eyes looking at him. "What's his name again?" he asked.
"Marc, I believe," he answered. He turns to Haibara, who is looking at him. "You know him?"
"No. I never heard his name before," She answered.
"Oh, yeah. You've got a picture of that Marc, right?" asked Hattori, turning to Yusaku. Yusaku shook his head. "What?"
"When we went out of the house, I already don't have it. He probably got his hands in it earlier," explained Yusaku.
Jodie stood up as well as Camel and started to walk towards the others. Subsequently, Subaru walks and exits the room, exiting and closing the bunker door in a quiet manner, making no one see him leaving the room.
Kir suddenly shouted, alarming the others. "Kir?" asked James.
"What the... The files... All... How the..." answered Kir, stuttering. She never completed her sentences and in confused yet hoping look, she typed, clicked, and erupted in anger in the hope of everything is to be fine.
"It's the same..." said Haibara in horror. "Professor," she added too quickly. The professor and Haibara look at each other with corresponding faces of mix emotions.
Kir shouted in rage as the files were all wiped out. She messed with her hair and threw the mouse away, nearly destroying it, and Kir doesn't care. At. All.
The room was filled with "What happened? Haibara?" "What was that?" "Was that a virus?" "How did the virus ended up in the files, then?", which Haibara replies "The virus. I forgot that they're capable of that. Argh. I'm so dumb. The organization put that there in case it'll be open into another computer." That was followed by continuous words of unimaginable cursing languages.
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The judgment starts by 9 p.m. so while waiting for the time to come since it's just freaking morning, we are currently traveling towards nowhere by Vodka's car.
"Where shall we go?" I ask, looking at Marc, who's currently playing 'Candy Crush' on his phone. Marc doesn't even care if he's in a car or not since his feet and legs are always up on the chair. Now, he has his chin leaning on his right knee and his left leg lying flat on his seat while both arms and hands lazily hang in the air.
"Want to train?" He asked without looking.
"Pass. I'm not in the mood," I answered, bringing my phone out and crossing my legs together. I started to play a 'sharp-shooter' game with my phone in horizontal mode.
Then, we talk without looking at each other while playing. We didn't even care if Vodka's there or not.
"Library?"
"I've finished reading all the books inside Areas-2, 3, 4, 5, and in the Documentary Building. Also, inside the mansion."
"How about Area-1?"
"Never been there before."
"Really? You should try sometime. Their foods in the cafeteria are great and the training sessions are B-minus."
"B-minus?"
"They're very easy, really."
"Then, why are you suggesting that to me?"
"I thought you'll be interested. Also, there are girls-"
"I'm not interested in your offer."
"Movie?"
"Nah. Boring."
"Let's go at the mansion?"
"Sure. But, what to do?"
"Multiplayer?"
"Xbox?"
"360?"
"Nah."
"Fallout? Overwatch? COD? Halo? Hmmm?"
"Any."
"Assassins, then."
I stopped playing. I mean I paused the game. "New?" I asked.
"Newest of the new," he said, looking at me. He put his phone back in his pocket, probably got bored of the game. "Shall we grab some snacks?"
"Not gonna invite your girlfriend?" I asked, going back to the game.
Shockingly, Vodka speaks together with Marc, "Girlfriend?" Marc and Vodka shared looks for a moment before I speak.
"Mint," I said with a smirk.
"What the hell, Rye," he commented. He plays with his hands, swinging it around. "But, I can't deny we've got mutual feelings for each other." The car suddenly stops, making Marc and I hold onto the car. Fortunately, none of us stumbled broke a neck, or whatever.
Argh. I hate the law of interaction.
With unseeingly shocked face, Vodka turns to look at us. Before Marc and I could start shouting at him, he was fast to speak. "Mutual?"
"Ha." Marc started with an angry look. "Seriously, Vodka? You fucking stopped the car because of that?"
Vodka didn't care. "Answer me, you've got feelings for this Mint person?" ordered Vodka. I 'ohhh-ed' in amazement since it is the first time I hear Vodka's voice with dominance and power.
Marc rolled his eyes. "Yes, Vodka. Mutual. M. U. T. U. A. L." Marc said out loud, fuming. "WE BOTH HATE EACH OTHER! NOW, FUCKING DRIVE TO 7-ELEVEN!" he, now, shouted.
I stayed there in silence, sighing inside of me. But when Marc shouted '7-Eleven', I laughed. "Marc, seriously?"
"WHAT!" He fumed.
I put my hands in my mouth, stopping my laughter with all the control I had left in me. But I can't.
"WHAT?!"
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As Subaru went out of the room, he heard a shout. But, he didn't care to look since he knows that it's because of the virus. The virus that he created for the organization. The virus that no one can delete even if they have an anti-freaking-virus program installed on their computers.
He sighed. "Should I tell them that I was the one that created that virus?" he asked himself.
After a lot of turning left, then right, then left, then left, then right, he finally reached the entrance to the surface. A stairway with a picture of an arrow facing up.
He opened the door and light shined from atop. He starts to walk and closes the door behind him.
It was about 4 minutes and a half when he finished climbing. He opened and closed the door, he reached. And he looks behind him as the door closes, revealing a bookshelf hiding the door to the underground.
A white painted room with the common sofa, table, frames, and such. He continued reaching to get out of the house. It was the Kudo's manor. The plan they created to get information, failed.
They've been creating that fake house for over a month and it didn't work so probably the only choice they have is to right away kidnap that Shinichi. "Seriously, what happened to that kid?" he thought.
And before he even can get out of the house, a kid starts to run to him. A three-year-old Kudo, who don't look like that Kudo at all. "Hey," started Subaru.
"Who are you?" asked the kid, innocently.
He crouches and strokes the hair of the kid with his right hand. "My name is Akai Shuichi, but call me Subaru-san," he instructed.
"Why?"
"Well, stuff happened." The kid merrily runs away from Subaru when his mother appeared, trying to catch Kazuma. Yukiko stopped in front of me, panting.
She sighs exhaustedly. "Kazuma isn't like his brother, at all," she said, looking at the playing 3-year-old.
"Hmmm?"
"Shin's more like calm, collected, and more like his father. However, K's more like..." she said, stopping in the middle of the sentence. She smiled sadly.
"More like whom?" asked Okiya.
"Yukiko's brother."
"He has a brother?"
She looked at Akai with her sad eyes. "Had." She sighed and wiped his sad face with a new happy one. Expect nothing from an actress. "Anyways, did the plan work?"
"No. We failed," he answered. "No information, nothing. Even the recordings, the pictures, everything was gone. We underestimated them."
Her smile vanishes. "So... you've heard his voice and saw his face through the computers, right?" He nodded. "H-how is he?" she stuttered. The concern is very evident throughout her face, voice, and look.
"He changed a lot. He has this weird dominating voice and somehow it's terrifying and shocking. He denies his name and uses my code name, Rye, instead. He's a full grown 22-years-old man with silver and dark brown hair and a smart look. His body's also been built-up greatly and it seems that the organization treats him well. And I never thought, black would be very great to him," Okiya expressed.
"What did they do to him?"
Subaru got a glimpse of the time on his watch and remembered something. "I don't know, Mrs. Kudo. But, I should go now. I'm meeting someone." He bows at him and Yukiko smiles back. He continues to walk outside.
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In another place...
"C'mon mom! Seriously?" scowled Kaito while eating.
"Don't eat when your mouth is full," his mom warned him. Kaito rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to speak, only being stopped by his mother. "I said-"
"I'm finished eating. Gosh, do you have an eye on your back?" he cut off, annoyingly. "Never mind. I'll finish my Math 16 homework. DON'T COME IN MY ROOM," he said out loud, nearly shouting. He runs towards his room upstairs.
As soon as he closes it, he locks his door and slowly zombie-walks to his bed. He fell flat on it when someone calls him. He reached for his phone under his pillows and answered the call.
"Who're you?" he asked lazily, flipping himself. His ceiling's white as ever.
"Ahhh... I see... Yeah. I know. You should as well."
He took a long pause for the other line to finish his/her sentence.
"Maybe. So, yeah, I won't move for a bit. And, oh, btw, would you steal for me?"
The other line laughed. "What?"
"Well, I've got a goal that only he knows."
"No way. You wanna know? Ask him."
"Yeah, it's gotta be hard."
"Let the hell break loose then. I don't care."
"Seriously? I'm a magician. It's easy."
"Not like the old one."
"We will."
The call ended. He puts the phone down and stares at the ceiling for a minute, before sitting up and looking at a self-portrait that leads to the secret room. He sighed. "This'll be a problem. She probably already knows that I'm Kid. I need to stop first," he seriously noted.
And scream in frustration. Good thing is, his room's sound proofed.
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