Sorry for the very long wait ._.'' I have been quite depressed lately and such. I need a hug Px. Oh well, I'll use this to fuel the rest of this story. Short chapter for more depth. -MI

It was the last of the school days before a weekend. Weekends were and still are always by children. Free to roam to their will, play with friends…not get death threats every day. Mitsuhiko grew paler and paler at every passing moment. His imagination bounced off the walls in his head, throwing the thought that the man who had been stalking him might strike at any moment. The thought of making some kind of decision was also still shrouded in darkness.

Conan had a straight face and good posture throughout the whole day. It was if he simply brushed it off. Haibara, who sat right beside him, slunked into her chair, out of sight from those beside her. The teacher was the only one who was able to see her, unless one of the kids in front turned around to face her. That, however, was unlikely. Haibara kept a very low profile to save her and anyone else from any harm that could possibly be brought upon them.

The teacher, and her extra intelligence compared to the normal kids in the class, picked up on the cloud of suspense hanging above some of the other kids. She waited until the bell rang to pick out the three from the crowd of clamoring kids. Her hands stamped their heads with a mental stamp, no words needed, that told them that she wanted to talk.

Conan, Haibara, and Mitushiko stumbled back into the classroom and took chairs that lingered from kids in a hurry. They slid them up so that there heads just reached over the desk.

"Kids," she started. "is there something troubling you?" her head turned and faced Mitsuhiko. "You usually always have your hand up to answer the questions in Science class. It's your favorite." She pointed out.

Mitushiko fidgeted in his chair, twiddling his fingers and trying to keep his mouth sealed shut. Conan glanced over to him through his peripheral vision. The pupils in his eyes grew wide as Mitsuhiko became weaker. Haibara was dumbstruck, quivering in her thoughts about the organization.

"Well teacher…" Mitsuhiko started. "I was at an amusement park with these two…" His words simmered into bubbles that popped every time he thought more about his predicament.

Conan jumped from his chair and slung an arm around Mitushiko. "Well, I took them to a movie in the horror section and they were scared senseless." His eyes closed as the most transparent laugh fumbled through his phony smile. The teacher wrapped her head around if their story was true or not. Conan was not always one to tell the truth, however ironic that was. Conan's arm that was around Mitsuhiko's shoulder tensed up and pinched his side, a subtle but effective hint.

A tingling mixture of pain and sensation poured form Mitsuhiko's side up to his brain, his posture straightened up and his eyes faced forward. The hint to follow along was a pretty good one if an elementary kid could get it. However, it is not too fair to say that he was just an elementary kid, he had quite a bit of knowledge about some useful things. "Sorry teacher, but I couldn't get to sleep last night because of it." He made a more genuine chuckle, his arm not being pinned down by Conan flung up and returned the same thing he had done to him. "I won't ever see another movie with Conan again!" a tone of playfulness filled his hollow words.

The teacher excused the three out of the classroom to go home. Conan, eager to escape from this mess, placed one hand on Mitsuhiko's back and the other on Haibara's. With a quick shove out the door, they both snapped from their trance.

"What is you're problem Conan?" Mitushiko's voice rose up from under the constant shushing for privacy. His eyes flared up with the bright reflections from the abundant lights above their heads. His actions became more jagged and fueled with rage. "I don't know what your stories are, and neither do I care, but why is this guy coming after me?" His words flew out without a thought.

Sweat poured down Conan's face as he brainstormed another excuse. His eyes flickered whenever a believable one came up. He opened his mouth to speak hollow words.

"Gin is his 'name'". Haibara slapped her hand over Conan's mouth. "He is a very mysterious person who has…" she paused. "Gotten to know me very well when I…grew up so to say." She withdrew her hand from his mouth and placed it in front of her motioning body. "He is part of a lethal group of assassins and scientists…" she paused for a second. Conan breathing through his clenched teeth, knowing that sooner or later it would all come piling out. "Such as myself. You see," she walked closer to Mitsuhiko. "I used to be a part of this syndicate until they killed my sister when she refused their orders."

Conan, taking his breaths in more slowly spoke in a more collected manner than he did before. "She was actually one of the smartest scientists on the team and was ordered to develop a drug used to kill somebody without leaving a trace of it. It had a much a different effect however." He clamped the arm of his glasses inbetween his index finger and his thumb. He didn't take them off however, just held on to them until he spoke. "Ever heard of the famous high school detective Kudo Shinichi that went missing a while back?" He flung his glasses into the hands of Mitushiko.

Mitushiko's thought process whirled and clanked as the cold sweat that he broke out into, malfunctioned his head. Conan took his hands in a firm grip so that they wouldn't slip from the sweat. He lead him over to a glass display case with trophies and pictures of the sports teams that had played in Teitan Elemenary. Haibara followed in their shadows as Mitsuhiko's shallow breaths fogged up the glass. Conan pointed his finger to a fading picture that was turning into more of a grey scale artifact. It looked as if it could be years old. The funny thing was that it was.

Mitushiko scanned over the players downed in jerseys and every couple of people made a funny face. One stuck out though, his face red with adrenaline and his foot on a soccer ball. It wasn't as clear of a thought but the ressemblance was uncanny. Conan's reflection that shone above the picture stared it's eyes at his former self.

The muscles in Mitsuhiko's legs gave out and he fell clumsily onto the floor. "T-that can't be you!" his finger darted rapidly to focus onto Conan. "That picture was taken years ago! You are just a relative of him and you look like him." The "explanations" flew out so fast; Mitsuhiko didn't even know he was talking.

Haibara towered over Mitushiko for a brief second. She crouched down to his height and grabbed his cheeks with open palms. "Mitushiko, we aren't kids, you need to know that. We shouldn't even be talking to you right now. If luck is on our side," her shadow covered her eyes. "We all might just get killed right now."

The glint from the overhead fluorescent lights leaked out from his eyes. The color in his iris' melted into a gradient of shadow over his green. "You guys aren't lying are you?" his trance like voice spoke. "You never…" he stared through both of them. "lie.". The blood from his face was long gone, and a blank canvas with hypnotized eyes was all that remained. His eyes drifted downward into his bottom eyelid. His back gave out and slid onto the floor he was sitting on. Mouth wide open, seemingly lifeless, he lied passed out.

"You guys have been lying to me the whole time though." Mitushiko's thoughts ran through his head clearer than out of his mouth. "Maybe… it's better that way."

Oh my goodness! They have let their secret slip! What are they going to do now? What is Gin up to? Can a child fend him off by himself, or will Conan take over?

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