Detective Conan Fanfiction

Kiss of Death

Chapter 21, Part 22

"Family"

A/N: This is going to be a short chapter but I had to break it up as the transition will not be as great. Anyways, I had created a trailer of this fanfiction and uploaded it on Youtube. It's called "Kiss of Death Trailer (Detective Conan Fanfiction; Conan X Ai)" under my username.

"Mrs Hattori Kazuha, are you there?" the voice from the hospital line called out. Heiji's wife stood rooted, shaken up by the news. Heiji suffered multiple cuts due to the car accident and has been unconscious since. Meanwhile, Inspector Megure was in a critical condition and had been rushed to the hospital in order to perform a life-and-death operation on him. The possibility of Megure dying hung like a choker of rope waiting to execute him. Kazuha herself collapsed on the floor, in an attempt to digest all the occurrences.

Conan stood dumbfounded at the catastrophe. Phoebe's head was punctured by a bullet, receiving an instant death. Her blood was splattered in the direction the bullet travelled, the angry red paint staining the side-road.

Probably they didn't want her to talk -Conan concluded.

He stood grimly at the other body, its head was charred along with the sack that covered it. The forensics compared the data by using fingerprint that was recorded in the Moriarty Academy database, confirming that Cedric was the deceased one.

Just when I thought we could be friends... For the sake of a "thrill" of being a fellow detective... For the sake of solving a case... This was the cost of it. Detectives are supposed to be prepared to throw our lives in the quest of solving the world's mysteries. Detectives are indeed foolish men, aren't they? One day, I might end up like this.

First Conan got a call from the hospital about Megure and Heiji's accident. To add salt to the injury, their major witnesses, Amora and Phoebe, were dead. Next was Cedric, which had to make matters worse. The boy's head had been burnt into an unrecognisable identity -it seems like Conan's allies were dropping like flies. To detectives, they were supposed to be immune to deaths, as they were the ones who are supposed to solve cases. Yet, Conan was not prepared to actually see his friends dying -he had been far too optimistic and impulsive on his part. The guilt banged on his ribcage, feeling powerless over the inability to protect them.

This was uncalled for -he tried to reassure himself, but it felt wrong to try and soothe it. An error was still an error, the inability to foresee the organisation striking back was a sign of incompetency.

Then, the bespectacled boy left, without inspecting the crime scene.

Conan re-thought the whole duties assigned.

Jodie and Agasa are keeping Ai safe.

Hidemi Hondou is overlooking Ran and her children.

Eisuke Hondou is monitoring Tyler, who was still comatosed. Araide Tomoaki is accompanying Tyler, should there be any unexpected circumstance.

Rei and his forces are overlooking the situation, especially when Heiji and Megure are down. They are also investigating the scenes of the two similar car accidents that drove Cedric, Phoebe and Amora to death.

James Black and the other FBI agents are working on finding the Black Organisation's hide out. What's more, the truth about the Moriarty Academy harbouring trainees to be like perfect syndicate members makes the situation worse.

Everyone seems to have a duty, so why is there an odd feeling that something else isn't protected? That irritation is so persistent, like something's amiss. Or am I just overthinking?

Meanwhile, Chianti was on a certain rooftop. To her, the thrill had just begun. The bloodlust within her was at its peak.

"Tsk tsk..." she muttered, "those idiots are so focused on one thing, they left an opening."

With that, she pulled the trigger and the bullet emerged, aiming straight towards Genta's skull.

The boy did not even have the time to react. By then, he slumped onto ground, a dash of depressing blood across the carpet.

"All done, Williamine," Chianti said briefly. "Williamine" was a spirit wine -a codename they gave to a boy in the sick programme that trained "perfect" syndicate members. Williamine, unlike the other students in the programme, was given a codename because he excelled in his abilities. There was only one other student that had such privilege.

A white-haired boy, who was at the age 14 or 15, picked the lock of the dead boy's house. His footsteps were light, purple eyes were as active as an owl in the night.** He crouched down in front of the corpse and wrapped a sack around Genta's head. With a calm composure, he lit a matchstick and dropped it on the sack, lighting up Genta's head.

"Well, for once, that boy's brain brightened up," Chianti said via the phone, in which Williamine could hear from his earpiece. The albino boy cringed when Chianti's laughter potentially shattered his ear drums.

"Shut up," he said tersely.

Moments after, heavy footsteps from the stairs were heard. "Genta, why aren't you in your bed yet?!" a shrill voice called out. Williamine presumed that the voice belonged to the corpse's mother. Before he could hide, Genta's mother had already seen the cadaver of his son and screamed.

"Shit-" he muttered, "oi, Chianti, I will need to take off my earpiece and cut your connections."

He then turned to the weeping lady, who was kneeling infront of the burning body. "Now, Miss, I wasn't the one who punched a hole on your son's head. It's not in our agenda to kill you, so if you would just calm down and let me walk off, then no harm will be done to you. You can call the police afterwards, I'll be totally cool with that," he informed her, as if her son's death was like a mere pig's. She screamed one more time.

"You monster! You're not human!" she screamed hysterically, frantically grabbing the nearest item from her. She waved it at him aimlessly, in which the boy dodged it easily. At the 3rd swing, he avoid it, swiftly moving behind her. With one chop onto her neck, Williamine was able to knock her unconscious. Yet, the trouble did not halt there. The woman's cries caught the attention of a plump man with Genta's facial features, whom Williamine assumed to be Genta's father.

"She's still alive," he stated calmly, but the man was not backing down -of course, the sight of his mutilated dead son and unconscious wife would agitate him. The man grabbed a pair of scissors nearby and charged at Williamine. The albino boy effortlessly avoided it and crushed the man's extended arm. The excruciating pain made the man yelp, yet Williamine got a good hold of him -thank Lucifer that Williamine had gloves on. "I'm warning you. The next hit, if you resist, will be fatal," he stated, his purple eyes shining like it had seen the underworld. The man was stunned for a moment, yet his rage and loss overwhelmed his fear. As a result, he attempted to use his free hand to punch the boy's stomach.

Yet, the blowing punch did not seem to do any damage. "They... they used to kick me in the stomach at the age of 5. Your punch just feels like a feather touch," Williamine said, twisting the man's arm and releasing a sharp knife that emerged from his gloves. He immediately pierced it into the man skull, giving him an immediate death. The man, like his other family members, lay sprawled across the white carpet, where the redness of the liquid painted the canvas.

"Fuck-" he cursed under his breath at the mess.

He really didn't want to do extra work.

He looked over to the woman. Did he have to kill her too? But she had already seen his face, much more he'll only add her the agony when she wakes up to find her family gone. His purple eyes flickered in sadness for a moment, before blinking it away, showing an apathetic orb. The murderous aura returned -the one that masks the residual humanity in him so that he can kill. He grabbed the scissors and plunged it to her head.

"All done. Well, shit," the boy said, wiping away the blood on his forehead. There was a sensation of ickiness on his white hair -he had to shower again later. Now he had to mess the place a bit to make it seem like it was a murder-burglary. He stumbled upon the man's wallet and took the stack of cash from their safe, that is, after unlocking it with his professional abilities. He was keeping the cash for himself, it was an extra work that wasn't in the agenda anyway. After he was outside, he poured gasoline all over the place, then setting the Kojima household on fire.

The flames reflected on his purple eyes, which looked like it was dancing. Colours of red, orange and blue wallowed the house, that seeped through its blackened walls. He lowered his head as he wore a blue cap -he knows, he massacred an entire family. Well, it wasn't his first anyways.

With blood-covered gloved hands in his pockets, he casually walked over to a black car and hopped on it. The driver was none other than Chianti. "What took you so long? Don't tell me you hesitated," she looked at him via the front mirror with her eye that had a butterfly tattoo on it. He stared at the tattoo apathetically.

"Nothing. It was just a minor setback that was supposed to be unnecessary," he stated pragmatically.

"Oh? So did you have fun killing the other members of the house?" she asked.

"If you mean by stabbing them in an uncivilised manner like Vinsanto, then no," he said harshly, looking at the car window, "just a stab to the head will do the trick. I don't waste my energy on unessential movements." He threw the bloodied gloves on the car floor and used the towel to wipe off the red paint on his head. His pale skin and ivory hair strands were like the perfect canvas to be painted on, whenever he performed acts of murder.

Williamine looked back, as the view of the burning house that he never got to live in gets smaller. "Chianti, I have a question-"

"What?-"

"Did you ever have a family?" he asked curiously.

She laughed, finding the sudden question a little silly. "If you count the syndicate as a family, that is. Why? Families are just for idiots who hates being alone and wants a peaceful life. We can never have that. We take lives, not raise one. Just like me, those fuckers you call parents abandoned you in an orphanage, you're raised and trained to kill, that's all there is. Remember, you're top of your class. Don't waste your talent wishing for some stupid shit like this," she said spitefully, the butterfly-tattooed eye creasing angrily.

He returned the glare. "I never said that I wished for one. I was just asking," he replied harshly.

He sighed and looked back again. The house was no longer in sight, just like the Kojima family.

Williamine lied. Indeed, he desired one thing that he knew he doesn't deserve.

** Williamine is the name of a spirit wine. To visualize him better since he's an OC, I pictured Killua from Hunter x Hunter, but having purple eyes instead of blue eyes. It is much easier as Killua was also raised to be an assassin and his whole family runs an assassin business.

Since I have revealed that the Black Organisation trains children to be syndicate members/killers, it would be more logical to introduce characters that are young and taught to fight. Also, there are very few canon Black Organisation members introduced in the series, I think it would make more sense that more members are known because the syndicate has to have large operations.

Finally, as I warned, there's going to be more death scenes. There's a very good reason why the Black Organisation had to kill Genta.