Title: Tricks for the Mind

A/N: Yes, I have not updated in forever. Don't blame me, nothing was coming due to the fact that the plot bunnies are going berserk around here. I didn't want to die before actually finishing a fic. This came to me in a flash, so I was safe for another day. It's finally centering around the BO for a change.

Trick 4: Underneath

Synopsis: What is underneath those glasses and hat that Vodka had to wear 24/7, all day everyday?

Saying that Gin was curious was a complete understatement. In all his years of working with Vodka, he had never seen him without the hat and glasses. Not in the shower, not in his sleep, not at work, not even when he had gone to school and forced to change into his PE uniform. Always the hat and the glasses! So what the hell was underneath them that had to be kept secret 24/7? Nobody knew the answer, and Gin was a shoe-in to find out. He walked up to Vodka one day, a pistol behind his back, and asked him a question he had kept in him for a countless number of years. Each passing day turned into weeks, which turned into months, and then years, and possibly a decade or two. The question was bursting to get out, and now it had. He pointed the gun at Vodka's face one day and asked him.

"Vodka."

"Y-yes, Aniki?"

"What in the name of hell is underneath your glasses and hat?"

"...what kind of question is that?"

"Answer the damn question!"

"First answer mine. What the hell is so confusing that you have to point a gun at me while you ask the question? What compelled you to ask? Is there yet another mystery out there that is yet to be solve by you? Even a scientist could hypothesize--"

"Okay! Don't go so deep that I can't pull you out! It's just that, you wear the same goddamn hat and glasses everyday, 24/7. You don't even wash the damn things! What could possibly be so secretive that you keep it even from yourself?" He lowered his gun.

"Is that it? Well, since you asked "nicely" with your creative language, I'll show you." Pulling the black glasses and hat of wasted evil off his face, Gin dropped everything he was holding other than the gun and stared blankly at his partner. He faced himself towards the gun's barrel, and shot himself. He had seen it. Vodka ran towards the emergency pod of the BO to find some sort of doctor, but he had been too late ever since the big bang. Gin had shot himself in the temple and resulted in instantaneous death. He had seen the one thing he didn't want to see on a human beings face.

He had seen...

NOTHING!

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A/N: Okay,yes really random and very OC, but bear with me.