Detective Conan Fanfiction
Kiss of Death
Chapter 36
"Pendant"
Warning: This fiction is rated M. And this chapter might be triggering for others due to its violence, coarse language and implied SEXUAL ASSAULT. Do proceed with caution and anytime you feel extremely discomfort, you may stop.
For those below 14, I strongly discourage you to read this. Please stop. I know some of you lack supervision. The heavens or whichever celestial being/deity is watching you. You may think it's like "oh, but I'm like so okay with gore and whatever". It's not just because of graphic violence. You're likely not mature enough to understand darker themes behind what are portrayed. I recommend reading rated K to T fanfics. Or maybe shounen manga.
PLEASE READ: This chapter contains Gin's background story. And I had THE HARDEST time writing it because I kept hesitating. But I guess I am willing to push the boundaries for this because it'll be total bull-crap if he did have a devastating past. You have to have a pretty messed up childhood to be as cold as Gin.
Gin was tasked to see Jodie, another prisoner of theirs. She was reported to be stubborn and did not talk, despite being pressured.
"So... are you really not gonna talk? What a waste," Gin asked, infuriated. The previous interrogating session with Conan had fuelled him enough.
"Over my dead body," she answered, "if I'm such a waste, then why bother keeping me. And threatening me of death won't work. I'm prepared."
He pinched her chin, forcing her gaze on him. He took a good long stare at her.
"Jodie Starling... you were Akai's ex-girlfriend, are you not?"
She refused to answer.
"But he seemed to have left you. For that small fry, Akemi Miyano. What a pity... he could not save Akemi. And you're a pity too. He won't be able to save you either," Gin said in a low growling tone.
She chuckled. "Are you deaf?" she mocked, "I'm not afraid of death."
"Oh honey, there is a worse fate than death," he caressed her golden locks, "it's sad you're not a strawberry blonde. But a blonde is a blonde. I will try to enjoy this... so brace yourself."
He licked her cheek. It sent a blare of warning signs within her. She repulsed back, attempting to keep herself away from him.
"Stop struggling. Akai won't save you. He didn't even choose you," he taunted. She felt her heart sink at the mention of his name.
He tore her skirt slowly.
"And oh boy, Akai's missing out a lot-"
(17 years ago)
"Silver..."
A woman who was in her early 30s called out to a boy. Gin, who was 14 years old at that time, was owned by her.
"Yes, ma'am?"
No, it was not his biological mother or some sort nor anyone related to him. He was abducted and trafficked, sold within the underground economy as a child slave. The woman took an interest in his natural silver hair, thus buying him and eventually bringing him home. She would generally treat him well - that was what she would tell him at least, gave him food and clothing...that except...
"Sweetie, come here and let me braid your hair," she cooed, nudging him to step forward. He advanced, but it was evident that he was nervous. Yet, he complied and sat in front of her, in full view of his long silver hair. She twirled a bunch of it around her fingers, liking the smoothness of these long silvery strands. He never really knew why she was obsessed with them.
She took a whiff of his scent - he tensed up.
His body hair stood, anxious about what he predicted that would happen. And it always starts with her touching and smelling his hair.
He never liked what happens next. Since at the age of 6 after she had bought him from the trafficker, he had always hated what was bound to happen.
After she had finished braiding his hair, she would drag him by it like a rope, pulling him to where she sleeps. This time, he attempted to resist. He shook his head. Enough was enough.
She gave him a tight slap to his jaw. Her oh-so-loving demeanour turned demonic. She screamed, "I'm the only one who loves you, do you understand? No one would even look at you."
If he could leave, he would have. But where does he go afterwards? The uncertainty of having no food and shelter. It scared him.
She started yanking his braid. It hurt, he wanted to cry and yell. She continued her reprimanding, "you're going to grow up like those men and leave me all alone, are you? Why, are you ungrateful?"
If only he would be strong enough to get out of her grip. He wanted to grow up quickly and leave. But he was always sick, and she was always watching.
And the assault on his head continued. She was screaming with hysteria.
"No. I won't leave you," he whispered and embraced her. He felt guilty. But he knew he was lying. She would not stop until he gave her reassurance. He would definitely get out of this hell hole.
She kissed the top of his head. Took another whiff. "Good boy," she muttered, embracing back, "now come here. Let's play."
She pulled him tenderly towards her room. He inwardly groaned in terror. But he complied. There was no escape - even if he did, he had nowhere else to go.
He did not like it a single bit.
How she invaded his clothes and space. How she twirled and pulled his long silvery hair wildly. How she made his body react in ways he never fully understood. She made him feel powerless, at the mercy of her touch. She suffocated him with her nearness.
He was afraid. It was as if a shadowy succubus towered over him, controlling him like a mere wooden puppet - all for the name of her "love for him".
When it was all done, she'd lay beside him, singing to him lullabies and would fall asleep. He would silently cry when he knew she was deep in her slumber. How he'd wanted to put a knife on her head whenever she'd sleep beside him - but he did not dare to do so.
It was only until one day that a man who was tall and burly, dressed as black as night, came in bursting through the door. He shot the woman point-blank through her forehead. The boy could only crouch down, cradling her corpse. He caressed the woman's strawberry blonde hair, as she would have stroked his silvery one.
The woman's murderer pointed the gun at the boy. But hesitated.
"Pity," the man spat, looking into the boy's lifeless eyes, "come with me."
The boy was reluctant to live the dead woman. All these years, she was the only human interaction he could ever have, no matter how immorally wrong and unjust their connection was.
He did not know what love was. Or rather, he thought love was the abuse she had put him up with.
He quickly ran and grab a small knife. Not to retaliate, but to cut off a small bunch of strands of her strawberry blonde hair. He placed it on a small case, before being whisked away by the man who had murdered her.
After a few days, the man had fed him and gave him a new home. The boy came to discover that the man was the leader of a criminal syndicate, known as "Anakota" and that the woman was a part of another illegal organisation that was opposing them.
As much as it was painful to lose the woman who had raised him, as twisted as it was, the boy was freed from her restraints. The only remnants of that memory were her hair strands, all tucked in a case that he wore as a pendant.
Gin owed his life to the Anakota, the former boss of the Black Organisation. He was Gin's saviour, and to Gin, the new Boss would never replace the man who had saved him.
A decade had passed since that woman's death. He did not even remember her name. Yet, he remained to wear the pendant that contained her hair - a reminder of her strawberry blonde head.
The pendant was like poison on his skin, but he continued to wear it.
The trauma he had, the fear and pain continued to consume him, that is until he had met Shiho Miyano. Or otherwise, known as "Sherry". At that time, Sherry was barely 18, working on the APTX 4869 in the science department.
Gin vividly remembered how he first laid eyes on her delicate figure, how her hair was strikingly similar to that strawberry blonde woman that had bound him as a prisoner.
Then, came the unhealthy and compulsive vivid imaginations of Sherry, so erotic that it was too difficult to resist just undressing her in his mind.
He must have her.
All for the sake of redeeming the power he did not get.
Like a wolf, he waited patiently. Sherry was like a frosted strawberry delicacy - cold layer on the outside, sweet and soft on the inside. He just observed, even to the point of stalking...
Sherry was no stupid girl. She was aware that a shadow had been lurking around her, but she attempted to ignore it.
That was until Gin caught her crying, while she was experimenting on lab rats. She was a scientist and yet... she did not see those animals as test subjects. It was a cruel experiment, seeing all those meek animals getting poisoned, shrunk and starved. As she killed them, she muttered a bunch of apologies, crying for their death.
That slight crack on her layer of icicles was enough for him to have a penetrating opening - and that was when the wolf struck, laying out its trap. He approached her, consoled her.
With the Anakota's permission, he volunteered to be a chaperone to her, to counsel her and in case she "betrays" the organisation. Within months, she aired out her complaints, her fears and uncertainties - she never wanted to work here. She was born from syndicate parents and had no choice to protect her sister.
Despite his intimidating appearance, she did rely on him a little - there was no one else to look for in this darned organisation anyway. With a bit more patience, he laid out the bait. Gin had asked her to have a friendly chat with her over tea in one of his rooms. Sherry had hesitations, but it was not good to deny a superior's request.
That was Sherry's mistake. She should not have trusted Gin.
The moment they had finished their cup of tea, he pulled out a stun gun, shocking her unconscious.
Despite the lack of response from an unconscious body, Gin had sickeningly enjoyed it - no rejections from the strawberry blonde. He was the master of her skin and strawberry blonde hair, unlike what had happened to him when he was a child.
The tables had turned now - he now had power over the strawberry blonde woman.
Inevitably, Sherry woke up, with a lack of clothes and an unbearable soreness in her inner thighs. The shock and horror she felt, as she faced her abuser. She looked at him directly - even more fearing him because she sensed no remorse nor surprise in him. He merely threatened her, using her sister's life as his triumph card.
"Come back soon and shut your mouth about this," he warned as he caressed her hair.
She scurried away, only to return to him with the threat in her head. The subsequent times were her being fully aware of what they were doing, with him becoming increasingly sadistic.
His favourite was tasing her with little shocks - a fear she had developed over time.
Sherry - no scratch that - Shiho Miyano never desired anything like this to happen. She remembered meeting Akemi. Her sister talked about a famous high school detective, who was only a year younger than her. Akemi teased her about getting a boyfriend who was as good looking and talented as that detective. Ever since then, the name and face had been stuck in her mind. After all, Shiho did think that the detective was indeed cute. She did day-dream about having that boy asking her out and taking her first kiss, gently.
But that little fantasy would never come true.
For women were born wealthy with chastity and innocence, only to be given away by men. As for her case, that purity was robbed. There was no way for her to be loved by such a man like that detective that her sister had mentioned.
Her hope died, as Gin had ruined her. Nobody could save her.
Just as she thought she was losing her mind, Akai was investigating on Gin, without Shiho's knowledge. Akai - who was an undercover agent infiltrating the Black Organisation back then- reported the matter secretly to Akemi. Of course, Akemi, with little power she had, made a deal with Gin. If she could pull off her task in a bank robbery, he would let them go. It was a deal, for Shiho to be freed from Gin, while Akemi could be an ordinary woman who could be together with Akai.
Yet... even when she succeeded, Gin had shot her through the chest, whereby she had passed away in Conan's arms.
Her death had catalysed Shiho's suicidal thoughts, all bleak and having no sense of continuation in her future. She attempted to steal her own life, as she did using the same method she had indirectly stolen the lives of others - only to be reborn from the ashes, like a small phoenix that had lost its fiery determination and met Conan, the very detective boy she had admired from afar.
It was a sickened fate, indeed.
A/N: Well, shit. That was really difficult and painful to write for me. Oh and to be clear, I am NOT romanticising sexual abuse. Themes are only romanticised when they portray it as desirable. In this case, the characters NEVER wanted this and have severe consequences when one's rights and body are violated. For Gin's case, he became obsessed with regaining a sense of dominance due to low self-worth and abusive. For Ai's case, she became afraid, jaded and attempted suicide (as stated in the canon plot). For Jodie's case... well, we'll find out how this will affect her in the next chapters.
News for the next update: I am quite busy with preparing for my next semester and also upcoming Christmas/New Years/Parties celebrations. I don't know if I'll update some more this month, it's all up to how much time I can write. This arc is quite uncomfortable to write than expected because the subject matters are getting heavy-hearted - we are already at the site of the Black Organisation, Conan's morals are being tested and Ai's past are being uncovered. Just be clear that I'll stop updating after the first week of January due to school term. I will resume once it is over in April.