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Shinichi sat, hidden, behind one of the chairs, his back up against it as he listened to the maniac laughing in the middle of the room. If Gin hadn't been insane before, he'd definitely turned the bend now.
Chest heaving with a mixture of adrenaline and pain Shinichi shook his head. Sticky and warm, blood mingled with sweat as it leaked from the graze decorating his temple. His matted hair stuck in place with annoying veracity, and he couldn't help but wonder (a bit hysterically) if they would make an educational documentary out of his life about never forgetting the stupid long haired psychopath!
Why was it always Gin? Always!
"Come out, come out where ever you are," Gin called, his footsteps padding softly across the floor as he searched for him. A moment later another gunshot ripped through the air as Gin fired an indiscriminate round somewhere nearby. "I should have known you were behind this. Is Sherry here too? Why don't you call her and we can all have a little chat."
"Only if you're offering to buy dinner too. I'm afraid the shit at your bosses party wasn't very satisfying." And, apparently, Shinichi had lost his mind as well if he was poking at the irate insane guy. Well, then again, he should have suspected insanity the moment he decided that upping the ante in Kaitou Kid's game was a good idea.
He dove from behind the chair just as Gin used a well placed kick to overturn it. Bringing his own gun up he was met with the barrel of Gin's. A cold chill ran through him followed by the heady feeling of the need to survive. It was that that pushed him to pull the trigger, though, even then, he couldn't bring himself to aim for a fatal shot, just to incapacitate.
Gin, however, moved just enough to avoid major damage, the bullet ripping through the side of his thigh, which didn't seem to effect him at all. The man lunged forward, knocking the gun from his hands. Ducking down and back Shinichi automatically skittered out of reach, scrambling to get away from Gin, and tossed himself out of the way just before a bullet took out his heart.
"You haven't got the right mindset for this," Gin sneered. "You have to play to survive, or you die."
Shinichi glared at him, watching the man advance on him with stubborn determination locking him in place. Mind racing, even as he listened to Megure-keibu's voice assuring him that back up was on the way, he knew he had to act now or they would be too late.