The Assassin

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

Note: The POV will be third person's POV unless mentioned beforehand.

"Yes a spy, a CIA spy to be exact"

Chapter 3: The Aftermath

It has been days since the death of a certain detective. Investigations are made left and right; the police together with other private eyes is doing its best to solve this case but with no avail. No one knew what do anymore; no one even knew where to start. While they are some who have the faintest idea of the perpetrator behind the case, they just decided to keep their mouth shut in hope of saving the others. Kudo Shinichi's death was really a big hit to everyone especially to his precious people.

Hattori Heiji's POV

"It has been two weeks, three days, fourteen hours, thirty-eight minutes and fifty-one seconds since we started this case but not even single evidence showed up." the blonde detective beside me said. 'Shut up.' I wanted to say to him but decided to keep close. I am not really fond of this guy but what choice do I have? He is a detective after all, a great one in fact. And even though we always fight before, we don't have time for that. And even though I hate to admit it, I need the help of this annoying detective for this case.

"Any idea of who may be the culprit, Hattori-san?" he asked. 'Idea? Of course I have an idea. There is a high chance that it is one of them, one of the people who shrunk Kudo' I wanted to tell them but again decided not to; Kudo would not want more people to be drag in this mess knowing him.

"If I have an idea, I would have told you beforehand. Of course, I have no idea." I half-shouted, half-said. I am really annoyed with this case. I know who the culprit is but I can't voice it out unless I have an evidence to prove it, evidence that would make it look like I just stumbled on it and never really knew from the start but sad to say I have not found that yet.

"I am going out, I'll be back" I said to them and they just give me a nod in response. I will solve this case; I will uncover the truth without endangering the life of many. I will not let this go, I will give Kudo justice. And those men in black, they shall get ready. Just you wait.

Haibara Ai's POV

It has been two weeks and a half since Kudo-kun died. Investigations are made but the police still got nothing and they will never get anything. Well, that is expected knowing them. They will never leave traces; never leave evidences that could hint back to them for failure does not exist in their dictionary. The crows have made a move. And I wonder do they know about me? Or was our act in the train that convincing? Also, I thought Vermouth cares for Kudo-kun then why did she not stop it? Maybe she never cared at all; maybe everything for her was just a game, for amusement. And if she never cared at all then what is stopping her from breaking her promise to Kudo-kun. What is stopping her from telling them about my fate? What is stopping her from coming after me again to finally finish the job that she craved for? It is not like he would come back just to remind Vermouth about their promise, about our promise. After all, Kudo-kun is dead and gone.

'Sigh' I should not have given it to Kudo-kun, I should have given him an excuse, I could give many, any excuse but sad to say, I didn't because I was weak. I was weak, very weak, I could not even resist to his illogical pleading, to his pleading to return back to his old life, to set everything right to its course even though I know, he knows, we know that they are still out there. They are just waiting, patiently waiting for their prey. But still I give in and now he is dead. I am an idiot because if I did not give in then he would still be alive, shrunken but alive. And it was okay like that, right?

Now what am I going to do? Kudo-kun was my protector ever since, he was the one who saved me countless time. He was the one who accepted me even though I was the one who is at fault for his condition. He was the one who always solves my problem. He was my hope, my light and now he is gone, never coming back.

"Ai-chan lunch is ready"

I heard the Okiya-san called my name. Oh yeah ever since the Kudos returned to their house, the Professor offered him residence here and I did not object, never had strength to. Before I thought that all of this is just a ploy, an act to fool the organization but seeing the faces and the reaction of Kudo-kun's parents, I realized that Kudo-kun is really dead because if he is still alive, he should have contacted his parents one way or the other.

I jump down my stool and shut down my computer. It's time for lunch and maybe I'll eat a little this time.

Mouri Ran's POV

White, it's all white. Oh I wonder how long I have been here inside my room. Days? Weeks? Months? I don't know. I have lost my sense of time. One thing I know is that he is gone. Shinichi is dead and will never come back. He is killed in one of his cases just like the rumours that spread before. Gone. Killed. Murdered. He did not even do his promise. He said he will come home, he said he will return but what? He did not and will never be. You know what's the most annoying? Days before he was killed he called me saying he will come home soon; that he is almost finish with his case and I stupidly let my hopes rise up. I believe him, I trusted him but I should not. I should not have because it was too good to be true. But could you blame me? Could you?

"Ran, dear, are you okay? You are crying again. You know you called talked to me. I'm just here."

Crying? Oh yeah right. My tears are cascading again and I could not stop it. I could do nothing but cry and let other people worry about me. I'm broken to pieces and I don't what to do. I want to blame him, blame his murderer, blame this cursed reality, blame anyone, anything just to take it off. I want someone, something to be the scapegoat of my pain.

"Ran?"

The voice called out again. It sounds so worried. Who is it again? Oh, it's mom. She is worried about me. I can't blame her though. I have not come out from this room for I don't know how long. I barely eat and sleep. I don't want to sleep because all it gives me is a sweet nightmare. It just reminds me of what was lost. It reminds me of joy and laughter. It reminds me of the time we spent together; on how perfect everything was before this mess began. It reminds me of him, of that detective otaku. It reminds me of his blue eyes that could see through everything; of his smirk that could get annoying sometimes; of his confidence; of everything. It reminds me of Shinichi.

"I just want him" I finally said.

Somewhere in Tokyo

A blonde woman around her late twenties has been walking back and forth while holding her cell phone. She needed her call, she needed to know what does people are planning into. She needed to know what they know and the gravity of this mess. With the things that are happening, with both of their great advisers dead, she does not know what to do next.

"Damn it first was Shuu and now Cool Kid. Who is next? Who is their next target? That little scientist? Who?" she said to herself. Their enemy is slowly killing their men. They are losing their great mind already. They are slowly losing their numbers. And they could not fight back. The enemies know them but they don't who they are. What an unfair thing.

"Common Rena. I know you are a CIA and not a FBI but at least give us an idea" she shouted in frustration. She does not know what to do anymore; everything is so mess up.

"Common Rena! Common!" she shouted again, wishing against all odds that she would call; that they have not discovered her yet. And viola, the fate has answered her call.

"Hello Rena what the-" she greeted the person on the other line.

"Jodie-san, please listen and do not cut me off. My time is limited. Also, they are in high alert. Remember about the agent I told you about weeks ago. Well, he is dangerous. I repeat dangerous. He is Vermouth's new apprentice and he immediately got the Boss favour after killing him. He is also smart so he is not someone whom you should underestimate. My calls would also be sporadic for this guy is hot on my tail, he knows who I am. So be careful. Bye"

"Wait. What do you mean he-" but before she could clarify some things the line went dead. Silence greeted her on the other. 'She was on hurry'. But basing in the information she got one thing is for sure, things are turning for worse.

In the hideout

'Cock'

A Beretta M9 is pointed at a woman's head. The said woman is sweating hard now; here in front of her is a man who would not hesitate in killing her if she is proven guilty. This man has killed many and he would surely not mind to make her part of his collection.

"What's the meaning of this Gin?" the said woman asked trying her best to be nonchalant. She is not ready to give up not unless it's the end. She does not care if it was futile; she is going to fight back.

"I just wanted to tell you that your end is almost near. Out of us all, you are the most suspicious. With the FBI keeping you in a hospital for along time, they might have turned your loyalties and affected you. Who knows maybe you are the bird that they are talking about." The man said with a sadistic smile plastered in his face.

"You don't have evidence yet Gin. So do not go pointing your guns on innocent people" she replied with a tone that sound annoyed.

"Oh really? Unless you are forgetting that we immediately got your phone after that guy said about the bird giving you no time to contact neither your comrades nor to erase the evidence that would lead to your death. There is no escaping this time Kir." he said not lowering his gun even an inch.

The other occupant in the room did not reply instead she give him a glare. After seeing her reaction, the man just chuckled and slowly lowered the gun. He give her an evil smirk before starting to walk away, heading to the door. He decided to give the spy some time to think before her death. Oh how wonderful it would be.

"Be ready for your demise." the man with a long silverly hair said before exiting leaving the woman more nervous than before.

Somewhere...

A person is seen holding a cell phone.

'Pip po pee po pi po pee'

"Message deleted."

"Call logs deleted"

"Data deleted."

With a smile on the person's face, he/she put the phone down and started erasing the evidences of his/her entry. Then he said to no one at particular,

"Looks like I ruined your plan. Let's see if you could still uncover the identity of the spy."

AN:

Sorry if I did not write Hattori's accent, I just don't know how to do his accent.

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