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New Turns
Murder Broods
Chapter 12: New Turns
Ran stood outside the apartment complex Hakami had lived in before the bombing incident; its other occupants already moved back in, but Hakami’s apartment remained vacant.
“Hakami-san….” She glanced at her open cell-phone’s screen, Hakami’s cell number highlighted; Ran’s finger lingered over the dial button before she put away the phone. “It’ll just go to voicemail again…she did say she was only staying temporarily, but….”
Rustling leaves drew her attention to a nearby tree, her eyes focusing n movement among the green. Ran’s eyes widened at the sudden fluttering of feathers and the cawing echoed in her ears as a crow flew toward her, landing on the sidewalk a foot away. Its plumage strikingly white, the crow preened its feathers, a metal brace glinting on its leg.
“White….” Ran watched as the crow stopped, side-glanced at her, and then fluttered back into the tree, it landed on a branch with a few black crows, the cawing louder as the black crows fluttered about.
The next moment the crows flew off as her cell-phone rang, the familiar ring-tone sending joy through her; she quickly answered it, glancing only once more at the apartment complex.
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Haibara focused her eyes on the computer screen, the letters blurred as she stifled a yawn and wiped the sleep from her eyes. Thirty hours after the hotel incident and the FBI found no sign of Troy nor of Hakami. Nor had Shinichi reverted back to Conan.
“Haibara….” Shinichi approached the scientist, his hand placing his cell-phone back into his pocket. He paused while Haibara continued to type, then sighed to dispel the silence. “I called Ran, nothing seems to have happened….Agasa has already made a story for Conan’s absence, so….”
“Hakami could inform the Syndicate at any time about you, you know.” Haibara interrupted, her typing paused as she glanced back at Shinichi; the detective’s expression betrayed a shadow of fear before he banished it.
“She hasn’t yet, and to set up the antidote in the smoke she had to have known who I was for a while…probably even before meeting me as Conan.”
“That makes it more dangerous…if she knew before seeing you, how did she find out? And does anyone else know? Even if the information hacked from the Syndicate’s computers was about the APTX 4869, there’s no way she could create an antidote that quickly….” Haibara closed her eyes and rubbed her fingers over her temple as the first jabbing of an headache began. The conversation from last night echoed in her thoughts -- Hakami was Gin’s daughter Saya, the daughter he’d been ordered to kill. The thought mingled with a non-distant memory of her time in the Syndicate.
“What’s that in your hand, Gin?” Sherry asked as she approached him and saw Gin staring at something small and white in his hand.
“….” Gin placed the item in his pocket, his eyes hidden by his hair and hat, though he seemed to watch the snow falling outside the window. “What are you doing here?”
“It is Christmas Eve, so I thought…” Sherry bit back her words at the look Gin gave her, his eyes glinting more than murderous. Those eyes held the power of icicles stabbing through her -- cold and dangerous.
He passed by her the next moment, stepping silently through the doorway.
“Haibara? What is it?” Shinichi knelt beside Haibara to study the scientist’s expression, its sudden change and her long pause alerting him.
“It’s nothing, Kudo. Just exhaustion from worrying about when the Syndicate will find out from Hakami about you and me. It’s probably just a matter of time now.”
“Haibara….”
“Don’t you get it, Kudo? Hakami isn’t just any traitor to the Syndicate whom they’d just kill without listening to -- She’s Gin’s daughter, and if he knows she’s Saya, all it will take is her telling him your name and she’s cleared of being a traitor.”
Shinichi paled at those words, his unspoken fear voiced by the scientist; his insides quaked at the possibility that any second those he cared for could be killed, that if Jodie and the other FBI didn’t find Hakami before the Syndicate it could all be over.
“I know that, Haibara. I’ve thought about it nonstop since yesterday, but I won’t give up hope. After all, I’m not dead yet and neither are those I care about.”
“Kudo….” Haibara turned away, eyes back on the computer screen, her heart pounding as the memory replayed in her thoughts. ‘Why do I keep remembering that night? That look in Gin’s eyes….’
The creak as the door opened drew Shinichi’s attention from Haibara, the scientist merely glanced at the room’s threshold to see Jodie stepping inside. The paleness of the FBI agent’s face spoke volumes before she even uttered a word.
“Troy’s body has been found, with all evidence pointing to a culprit wiped clean. The only thing that’s clear is Troy endured a brutal beating before being killed.”
“Then Gin got to him first.” Shinichi cursed and struck the wall with his fist, bracing himself for worse news when he caught Jodie’s dark expression. “What else has happened? What…?”
“There’s been another bombing, and this time there was a victim -- Kir.”
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Smoke billowed from the lit cigarette in his hand, the sky outside a clear blue even as the evidence of yesterday’s rain storm remained in the puddles and damp grasses. The bandage on his right hand freshly changed, as well as those on his shoulder and side, Gin sat at the table waiting for Vodka.
The skin around his eyes whitened as he read the email on his cell-phone, the TV playing the News in the background. An explosive had been detonated at one of the Syndicate’s laboratories -- and along with the research it destroyed, Kir had been gravely wounded.
“Aniki,” Vodka hurried to the table, sitting next to Gin while the blond inhaled on his cigarette. “The other buildings are being searched, but so far no other explosives have been found. Aniki….”
“….” Gin slammed his fist on the table, the ashes falling from his cigarette scorched his fingers. “That explosive was triggered remotely like those before….” He glared ahead, narrowed eyes fixed on the wall across the room -- eyes reflecting pure hatred without the wild look of enjoyment usually present.
“Aniki….Sa--” Vodka choked back the name, silenced by Gin’s violent glare as it struck him the second before he finished the name. He swallowed, skin pale and eyes widened behind his sunglasses; he briefly glanced down, noticing the ashes still on Gin’s fingers and the resulting red burns the blond seemed not to notice.
“Absinthe had worked in that building before becoming a field member.” Gin stressed Hakami’s codename and flicked his hand to chase away the ashes fallen on it; his tone grew less emotive with each syllable, his eyes once more covered by his hair.
“….” Vodka studied Gin’s face, then glanced at the blond’s bandaged right hand and the burns on the left one. He inhaled and drew in closer to his partner, voicing in a whisper: “I gave you my word before, Aniki, whatever happens…whenever you want to set that plan into motion, I’m behind you.”
Gin jerked his head back, his slightly widened eyes once again focused on Vodka, showing no other characteristic of emotion. Seconds drew by in silence as though speaking a secret neither had to voice. It ended when the corner of Gin’s lip twitched and he leaned back in his chair.
“It’s not time yet, Vodka. But it’s fast approaching.”
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Shinichi cursed loudly, all color drained from his skin as Jodie’s words echoed in the still room -- Kir, their link into the Syndicate, was laid up in the hospital, unconscious with injuries that’d probably end her usefulness in both the Syndicate and the CIA. Worse still, the fact that only Kir had been hurt proved nothing about which side Hakami targeted -- Troy had been CIA, he could’ve known Kir’s identity and made Hakami privy to that information.
“Seems time is running out, Kudo.” Haibara turned away from the detective and the FBI agent, her eyes running absently over the text she’d typed on the laptop -- her notes to the prototype antidote for APTX 4869. “Every moment Hakami remains free is another moment we risk sealing our fates….”
“I know that, Haibara, but I….” Shinichi paused when his cell-phone rang; the tone, he noticed, came from the one he used as Conan. Hesitantly, he drew it from his pocket and glanced at the Caller ID display, his other hand reaching half-way to his bowtie voice changer in his other pocket. His hand stopped on its way when he recognized Heiji Hattori’s number.
Grinning a little, he answered the phone in his real voice, unsurprised by Hattori’s reaction on the other end. He briefly apprised his fellow detective on the situation, deciding to leave out the parts about the Syndicate until Hattori mentioned watching the News coverage of the bombings.
“Yes, I am investigating it….” Shinichi paused, exhaling silently as he listened to Hattori; the next second his eyes widened. “You’re on your way to Tokyo? But why?”
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“Haven’t you read the papers for the past two days?” Hattori asked, phone to his ear as he lifted his luggage-bag onto the rack. “There’s an exhibition of world artwork and jewels coming to Tokyo, and the owner of some of the artwork and jewels hired me to protect the exhibit.”
Hattori grinned as he finished placing his bag and sat down, Shinichi’s question amusing even though he figured the bombings had overshadowed the other news.
“Protect it from who else? Kaito Kid has already put out a notice. In two days he’s to try to steal the Elpis Jewel owned by the Corvintine family.”
A/N: After experiencing writer’s block for the longest time, my muse has finally hit me with new ideas, greatly altering where I was going to take this story. I never planned to bring Kaito Kid into the story, and had merely entertained the idea of bringing Hattori-kun into the fic -- now they both will make appearances.
Elpis = Greek word that can mean hope or expectation among other translations.
Crows in Greek myth used to be white, and there are varying degrees of albinism in crows that result in lighter shades in the eyes and feathers of crows. (I’m planning to make use of the differences of Crows and Ravens later on in this fic, mostly in the symbolism)
Chapter 12: New Turns
Ran stood outside the apartment complex Hakami had lived in before the bombing incident; its other occupants already moved back in, but Hakami’s apartment remained vacant.
“Hakami-san….” She glanced at her open cell-phone’s screen, Hakami’s cell number highlighted; Ran’s finger lingered over the dial button before she put away the phone. “It’ll just go to voicemail again…she did say she was only staying temporarily, but….”
Rustling leaves drew her attention to a nearby tree, her eyes focusing n movement among the green. Ran’s eyes widened at the sudden fluttering of feathers and the cawing echoed in her ears as a crow flew toward her, landing on the sidewalk a foot away. Its plumage strikingly white, the crow preened its feathers, a metal brace glinting on its leg.
“White….” Ran watched as the crow stopped, side-glanced at her, and then fluttered back into the tree, it landed on a branch with a few black crows, the cawing louder as the black crows fluttered about.
The next moment the crows flew off as her cell-phone rang, the familiar ring-tone sending joy through her; she quickly answered it, glancing only once more at the apartment complex.
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Haibara focused her eyes on the computer screen, the letters blurred as she stifled a yawn and wiped the sleep from her eyes. Thirty hours after the hotel incident and the FBI found no sign of Troy nor of Hakami. Nor had Shinichi reverted back to Conan.
“Haibara….” Shinichi approached the scientist, his hand placing his cell-phone back into his pocket. He paused while Haibara continued to type, then sighed to dispel the silence. “I called Ran, nothing seems to have happened….Agasa has already made a story for Conan’s absence, so….”
“Hakami could inform the Syndicate at any time about you, you know.” Haibara interrupted, her typing paused as she glanced back at Shinichi; the detective’s expression betrayed a shadow of fear before he banished it.
“She hasn’t yet, and to set up the antidote in the smoke she had to have known who I was for a while…probably even before meeting me as Conan.”
“That makes it more dangerous…if she knew before seeing you, how did she find out? And does anyone else know? Even if the information hacked from the Syndicate’s computers was about the APTX 4869, there’s no way she could create an antidote that quickly….” Haibara closed her eyes and rubbed her fingers over her temple as the first jabbing of an headache began. The conversation from last night echoed in her thoughts -- Hakami was Gin’s daughter Saya, the daughter he’d been ordered to kill. The thought mingled with a non-distant memory of her time in the Syndicate.
“What’s that in your hand, Gin?” Sherry asked as she approached him and saw Gin staring at something small and white in his hand.
“….” Gin placed the item in his pocket, his eyes hidden by his hair and hat, though he seemed to watch the snow falling outside the window. “What are you doing here?”
“It is Christmas Eve, so I thought…” Sherry bit back her words at the look Gin gave her, his eyes glinting more than murderous. Those eyes held the power of icicles stabbing through her -- cold and dangerous.
He passed by her the next moment, stepping silently through the doorway.
“Haibara? What is it?” Shinichi knelt beside Haibara to study the scientist’s expression, its sudden change and her long pause alerting him.
“It’s nothing, Kudo. Just exhaustion from worrying about when the Syndicate will find out from Hakami about you and me. It’s probably just a matter of time now.”
“Haibara….”
“Don’t you get it, Kudo? Hakami isn’t just any traitor to the Syndicate whom they’d just kill without listening to -- She’s Gin’s daughter, and if he knows she’s Saya, all it will take is her telling him your name and she’s cleared of being a traitor.”
Shinichi paled at those words, his unspoken fear voiced by the scientist; his insides quaked at the possibility that any second those he cared for could be killed, that if Jodie and the other FBI didn’t find Hakami before the Syndicate it could all be over.
“I know that, Haibara. I’ve thought about it nonstop since yesterday, but I won’t give up hope. After all, I’m not dead yet and neither are those I care about.”
“Kudo….” Haibara turned away, eyes back on the computer screen, her heart pounding as the memory replayed in her thoughts. ‘Why do I keep remembering that night? That look in Gin’s eyes….’
The creak as the door opened drew Shinichi’s attention from Haibara, the scientist merely glanced at the room’s threshold to see Jodie stepping inside. The paleness of the FBI agent’s face spoke volumes before she even uttered a word.
“Troy’s body has been found, with all evidence pointing to a culprit wiped clean. The only thing that’s clear is Troy endured a brutal beating before being killed.”
“Then Gin got to him first.” Shinichi cursed and struck the wall with his fist, bracing himself for worse news when he caught Jodie’s dark expression. “What else has happened? What…?”
“There’s been another bombing, and this time there was a victim -- Kir.”
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Smoke billowed from the lit cigarette in his hand, the sky outside a clear blue even as the evidence of yesterday’s rain storm remained in the puddles and damp grasses. The bandage on his right hand freshly changed, as well as those on his shoulder and side, Gin sat at the table waiting for Vodka.
The skin around his eyes whitened as he read the email on his cell-phone, the TV playing the News in the background. An explosive had been detonated at one of the Syndicate’s laboratories -- and along with the research it destroyed, Kir had been gravely wounded.
“Aniki,” Vodka hurried to the table, sitting next to Gin while the blond inhaled on his cigarette. “The other buildings are being searched, but so far no other explosives have been found. Aniki….”
“….” Gin slammed his fist on the table, the ashes falling from his cigarette scorched his fingers. “That explosive was triggered remotely like those before….” He glared ahead, narrowed eyes fixed on the wall across the room -- eyes reflecting pure hatred without the wild look of enjoyment usually present.
“Aniki….Sa--” Vodka choked back the name, silenced by Gin’s violent glare as it struck him the second before he finished the name. He swallowed, skin pale and eyes widened behind his sunglasses; he briefly glanced down, noticing the ashes still on Gin’s fingers and the resulting red burns the blond seemed not to notice.
“Absinthe had worked in that building before becoming a field member.” Gin stressed Hakami’s codename and flicked his hand to chase away the ashes fallen on it; his tone grew less emotive with each syllable, his eyes once more covered by his hair.
“….” Vodka studied Gin’s face, then glanced at the blond’s bandaged right hand and the burns on the left one. He inhaled and drew in closer to his partner, voicing in a whisper: “I gave you my word before, Aniki, whatever happens…whenever you want to set that plan into motion, I’m behind you.”
Gin jerked his head back, his slightly widened eyes once again focused on Vodka, showing no other characteristic of emotion. Seconds drew by in silence as though speaking a secret neither had to voice. It ended when the corner of Gin’s lip twitched and he leaned back in his chair.
“It’s not time yet, Vodka. But it’s fast approaching.”
0
Shinichi cursed loudly, all color drained from his skin as Jodie’s words echoed in the still room -- Kir, their link into the Syndicate, was laid up in the hospital, unconscious with injuries that’d probably end her usefulness in both the Syndicate and the CIA. Worse still, the fact that only Kir had been hurt proved nothing about which side Hakami targeted -- Troy had been CIA, he could’ve known Kir’s identity and made Hakami privy to that information.
“Seems time is running out, Kudo.” Haibara turned away from the detective and the FBI agent, her eyes running absently over the text she’d typed on the laptop -- her notes to the prototype antidote for APTX 4869. “Every moment Hakami remains free is another moment we risk sealing our fates….”
“I know that, Haibara, but I….” Shinichi paused when his cell-phone rang; the tone, he noticed, came from the one he used as Conan. Hesitantly, he drew it from his pocket and glanced at the Caller ID display, his other hand reaching half-way to his bowtie voice changer in his other pocket. His hand stopped on its way when he recognized Heiji Hattori’s number.
Grinning a little, he answered the phone in his real voice, unsurprised by Hattori’s reaction on the other end. He briefly apprised his fellow detective on the situation, deciding to leave out the parts about the Syndicate until Hattori mentioned watching the News coverage of the bombings.
“Yes, I am investigating it….” Shinichi paused, exhaling silently as he listened to Hattori; the next second his eyes widened. “You’re on your way to Tokyo? But why?”
0
“Haven’t you read the papers for the past two days?” Hattori asked, phone to his ear as he lifted his luggage-bag onto the rack. “There’s an exhibition of world artwork and jewels coming to Tokyo, and the owner of some of the artwork and jewels hired me to protect the exhibit.”
Hattori grinned as he finished placing his bag and sat down, Shinichi’s question amusing even though he figured the bombings had overshadowed the other news.
“Protect it from who else? Kaito Kid has already put out a notice. In two days he’s to try to steal the Elpis Jewel owned by the Corvintine family.”
A/N: After experiencing writer’s block for the longest time, my muse has finally hit me with new ideas, greatly altering where I was going to take this story. I never planned to bring Kaito Kid into the story, and had merely entertained the idea of bringing Hattori-kun into the fic -- now they both will make appearances.
Elpis = Greek word that can mean hope or expectation among other translations.
Crows in Greek myth used to be white, and there are varying degrees of albinism in crows that result in lighter shades in the eyes and feathers of crows. (I’m planning to make use of the differences of Crows and Ravens later on in this fic, mostly in the symbolism)