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The Thousand Injuries of Fortunato
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Chapter 9: The Thousand Injuries of Fortunato
“He’s alive…” Hakami flipped shut the phone, eyes straying to the high horizon line, the shadows drowned out her expression. “Troy…my Fortunato….” She pocketed the phone, her fingers lingered in her pocket, the touch of cold metal welcomed her fingertips. “How you’ve wounded me….”
“Saya….” Troy’s ragged breath…his heavy grip…
Lightning flashed simultaneously with the memory, Hakami crashed to her knees, arms wrapped around her chest. The phantom-touch of hands crawled over her skin she retched, the memory’s aftermath bubbling in her stomach. Teeth clenched tight, Hakami dug her nails into her arms, the pain centering her thoughts as she stood.
The rain began cascading down and she leaned against the wet concrete wall separating the alley from a neighboring building. She loosened her nails from her arm, the downpour washing away the brief crimson that seeped from the broken skin.
“….you should’ve just left me there….” Hakami moved her left hand under her shirt, the cold fingertips tracing over the scar she could picture perfectly clear -- the memento from ten years ago.
The bullet scar from the night Gin shot her under orders from the Syndicate, shot her and killed her mother.
“Troy…did you save me that night just to….” She shuddered and shook her head, her drenched silver-blonde hair covering her eyes. “…you’ll get what you deserve soon….”
Silver lightning illuminated the sky once more as she listened for the thunder, the boom a distant percussion. Her green eyes stared blankly at the sky watching the raindrops; a small smile grew on her lips as the seconds passed.
“I wonder if that smoke did its job….on that boy…on Kudo….” She turned and continued down the alleyway, letting the night shadows swallow her from view.
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Forehead glossed with sweat, Conan felt the heat radiating from his skin, his cold from the past few days suddenly worse. He cringed, his headache feeling like a vice crushing in his skull.
‘Why…ow…my head, my….’ The sudden throb in his chest doubled him over, the familiarity alarming. ‘Impossible…how….’
“Kudo!” Haibara’s eyes widened as she watched Conan clutch his chest, head shaking in disbelief -- She’d seen this before, but it wasn’t possible…she hadn’t given him the antidote.
“Conan! What’s wrong?” Jodie rushed to the young detective, James at her side. “Was there something in that smoke….”
‘Smoke? I was exposed to that…but did Hakami…? How…’ Conan collapsed, his thoughts ending as he blacked out.
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Shinichi awoke on the sofa with what seemed like a bathrobe draped over him. The light burned his eyes; his dim recollection growing clear he sat upright, shock carving his features as he observed his teenaged limbs.
“How….”
“That’s what I’d like to know. You didn’t take any of the prototype antidote, did you Kudo?” Haibara glared up at him, her demeanor stern as she studied the now teenage detective’s facial expression. Her eyes widened at the genuine shock on Shinichi’s face.
“I didn’t take anything…I barely even ate the past few days.” Shinichi straightened the bathrobe to fully cover his naked limbs; he glanced around the room, now emptied but for him and Haibara. “Where did Jodie and James go?”
“To get you a change of clothes, there’s no telling how long this will last…but how did you change back? You must have been exposed to something that counteracted the effects of APTX 4869, but how? When?”
Shinichi stared at the carpet, his mind replaying the only time he’d been exposed to something out of the ordinary during that past few days. His lips twitched as he thought.
“It must have been Hakami and the smoke-contraptions she used as diversions. They were the last strange things I was exposed to before this.”
“An antidote inhaled from smoke? But…that can’t…how could Hakami create an antidote? How could she even know….that you…that the drug….”
Jodie and James entered the room cutting off Haibara’s words as James handed Shinichi some clothes. The three waited while Shinichi changed in the adjoining bathroom, returning minutes later fully dressed in slacks and a T-shirt.
“Haibara’s filled us in on what you talked about before we returned. And it seems incredible that Hakami could’ve done this…”
“It’s not impossible…she infiltrated the Syndicate as a member, and it was either her or Troy who hacked the Syndicate’s mainframe.” Shinichi gripped his chin with his hand as he mulled over his deduction, eyebrows furrowed as he thought. “The information hacked could’ve been about that drug and might have included other vital information the Syndicate wished to remain secret.”
“That sounds plausible, and highly probable with how the Syndicate reacted to the breach.”
“But….” Haibara listened and shook her head. “Even if Hakami did hack information about that drug, hacking and chemical analysis are two different branches of science. Unless her intelligence is genius level, to do both at her supposed age is impossible.”
“Then it is possible. I told you earlier, she transferred to my first grade class ten years ago. What I didn’t tell you is she was the smartest student in the school those three months she attended. The smartest and most dedicated student.”
Shinichi paused as he recollected Hakami, or rather Saya, from ten years ago, the rain drumming against the windows.
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Wipers swishing over the windshield, Gin clenched the steering wheel, the crimson glow of the traffic light shedding a blood tint onto his shadowed features. His silver-blond hair settled in waves along his back and shoulders like a stream of silk; he bit down on his bottom lip, drawing blood that deepened his virulence.
“Papa!” Saya locked her limbs around his leg the moment he shut the apartment door, while behind her Toni glared at him, arms folded across her chest.
“Saya, you know better than to behave that way.” Toni reproached and stepped forward, arms out to pull her four year old daughter away from Gin’s leg. Saya shook her head and held on tighter to her father’s leg.
“Saya.” Gin knelt down and picked up the four year old, softly touching the downy blonde hair barrette-clipped to the side. He paused when Saya wrapped her arms around his neck, his widened eyes hidden by his hair. “Let go, and go to the other room.”
“No.” She squeezed her arms tighter around his neck and buried her face against his shoulder, refusing to budge; Gin felt her shudder and gasp.
“Saya…what’s gotten into you?” Toni pried Saya from Gin, shaking her head; before she could scold Saya, the four year old jumped from her arms and ran into the next room. “I don’t know what’s gotten into her…she took our breakup six months ago all right.”
Gin glanced at the doorway Saya had run through, his eyebrows raised as he felt his shoulder -- Saya had been crying.
“I’ll come around again once I have time.” Gin muttered, his gaze back on Toni. “You have that program ready, right?”
Toni handed him the disc without another word, her cold eyes staring at him with indifference.
“Don’t bother coming around for anything other than Syndicate business. Neither of us need you.” Toni crossed her arms over her chest again, this time flaunting the engagement ring on her finger.
“So Vermouth was right about you and the new member…Troy, right? Codename Merlot…”
“Yes, he moved in last week.”
“What?” Gin nearly snarled, but instead swallowed and stood rigidly still; his insides burning with the possessiveness shining in his green eyes. “He’s only been a member a month, and he’s still under investigation.”
“Are you concerned or just jealous?” Toni stared at him eyebrows raised in haughty bemusement.
“…Neither, but it seems you added a new meaning to your codename, Hops.” Gin smirked as Toni’s cheeks reddened; his cheek reddened the next moment by Toni’s slap.
“That…don’t you even…I’m not the one who slept with whoever I wished during our relationship. And I overlooked each of your dalliances for Saya’s sake. So don’t you even….”
“….” Gin felt his stinging cheek, lips pursed as his retort burned in his throat. The apartment door behind him opened before he could speak. He turned around to face whoever entered.
Troy stood in the doorway, glancing from Gin to Toni, expression intrigued.
“Am I interrupting?”
Gin gave him a cold look and stalked out of the apartment, suppressing the urge to take out his Beretta and fire it at Troy -- that needless act of jealous rage would only backfire unless Troy betrayed the Syndicate.
Gin stirred from his memories when a vehicle behind him honked, the traffic light now green above him. He glowered and pressed the gas pedal, accelerating until the vehicle was well behind him.
“If I killed Troy back then….” Gin shook his head, recalling Saya’s behavior that day, then the recording on the videotape; Saya hadn’t been older than four or five in what he watched of the video -- only the first few minutes he’d been able to stand before stopping the tape, his stomach turning. “Younger than five…and yet he raped her…raped….”
His face contorted as the video burned in his thoughts, and he slammed his fist against the dashboard; lips bloody from biting into them without noticing.
“Did he start the moment he moved in with Toni?” Gin growled, lump forming in his throat as he recalled how Saya had cried secretly on his shoulder that day -- the last day he’d seen her before being ordered to kill her and Toni two years later.
His daughter, who never even cried in front of him since 2 years old, had cried on his shoulder -- just a week after Troy moved in with Toni.
He accelerated as the wind swept the rain into a watery shroud, drenching his windshield so that the wipers barely made a difference.
It was the sound of screeching brakes approaching him from the left that jarred his recollection of his surroundings. He immediately swerved, avoiding the collision even as his wounded arm throbbed. He growled and glared at the other vehicle through the passenger side window -- his lips scowling in annoyance of the blue sedan feet from his vehicle.
The next moment his eyes widened as the driver side door of the sedan opened and the driver shouted at him. Gin recognized the older man’s gray-streaked black hair and rigid build -- even animated in anger Troy wasn’t difficult to recognize.
Gin smirked, biding his time as Troy approached, the retired CIA unable to clearly see Gin due to the rain and the gap between the passenger seat window and driver’s seat.
The moment Troy was close enough, Gin exited the car, for the first time glad that he couldn’t drive his Porsche. His Beretta gripped tightly in his left hand.
“Hello Troy.”
A/N: Quite a long chapter…1800 words or so, and a cliffhanger. I hope you enjoyed this, please review, I love all reviews…no matter how short or long or whatever.
Random News: I’m working on my own doujinshi of Detective Conan that’s Gin x Shinichi (nonconsensual, of course), and I plan on writing a fanfic with that pairing along with another fanfic that takes place before this one exploring Toni’s time in the Syndicate.
Chapter 9: The Thousand Injuries of Fortunato
“He’s alive…” Hakami flipped shut the phone, eyes straying to the high horizon line, the shadows drowned out her expression. “Troy…my Fortunato….” She pocketed the phone, her fingers lingered in her pocket, the touch of cold metal welcomed her fingertips. “How you’ve wounded me….”
“Saya….” Troy’s ragged breath…his heavy grip…
Lightning flashed simultaneously with the memory, Hakami crashed to her knees, arms wrapped around her chest. The phantom-touch of hands crawled over her skin she retched, the memory’s aftermath bubbling in her stomach. Teeth clenched tight, Hakami dug her nails into her arms, the pain centering her thoughts as she stood.
The rain began cascading down and she leaned against the wet concrete wall separating the alley from a neighboring building. She loosened her nails from her arm, the downpour washing away the brief crimson that seeped from the broken skin.
“….you should’ve just left me there….” Hakami moved her left hand under her shirt, the cold fingertips tracing over the scar she could picture perfectly clear -- the memento from ten years ago.
The bullet scar from the night Gin shot her under orders from the Syndicate, shot her and killed her mother.
“Troy…did you save me that night just to….” She shuddered and shook her head, her drenched silver-blonde hair covering her eyes. “…you’ll get what you deserve soon….”
Silver lightning illuminated the sky once more as she listened for the thunder, the boom a distant percussion. Her green eyes stared blankly at the sky watching the raindrops; a small smile grew on her lips as the seconds passed.
“I wonder if that smoke did its job….on that boy…on Kudo….” She turned and continued down the alleyway, letting the night shadows swallow her from view.
0
Forehead glossed with sweat, Conan felt the heat radiating from his skin, his cold from the past few days suddenly worse. He cringed, his headache feeling like a vice crushing in his skull.
‘Why…ow…my head, my….’ The sudden throb in his chest doubled him over, the familiarity alarming. ‘Impossible…how….’
“Kudo!” Haibara’s eyes widened as she watched Conan clutch his chest, head shaking in disbelief -- She’d seen this before, but it wasn’t possible…she hadn’t given him the antidote.
“Conan! What’s wrong?” Jodie rushed to the young detective, James at her side. “Was there something in that smoke….”
‘Smoke? I was exposed to that…but did Hakami…? How…’ Conan collapsed, his thoughts ending as he blacked out.
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Shinichi awoke on the sofa with what seemed like a bathrobe draped over him. The light burned his eyes; his dim recollection growing clear he sat upright, shock carving his features as he observed his teenaged limbs.
“How….”
“That’s what I’d like to know. You didn’t take any of the prototype antidote, did you Kudo?” Haibara glared up at him, her demeanor stern as she studied the now teenage detective’s facial expression. Her eyes widened at the genuine shock on Shinichi’s face.
“I didn’t take anything…I barely even ate the past few days.” Shinichi straightened the bathrobe to fully cover his naked limbs; he glanced around the room, now emptied but for him and Haibara. “Where did Jodie and James go?”
“To get you a change of clothes, there’s no telling how long this will last…but how did you change back? You must have been exposed to something that counteracted the effects of APTX 4869, but how? When?”
Shinichi stared at the carpet, his mind replaying the only time he’d been exposed to something out of the ordinary during that past few days. His lips twitched as he thought.
“It must have been Hakami and the smoke-contraptions she used as diversions. They were the last strange things I was exposed to before this.”
“An antidote inhaled from smoke? But…that can’t…how could Hakami create an antidote? How could she even know….that you…that the drug….”
Jodie and James entered the room cutting off Haibara’s words as James handed Shinichi some clothes. The three waited while Shinichi changed in the adjoining bathroom, returning minutes later fully dressed in slacks and a T-shirt.
“Haibara’s filled us in on what you talked about before we returned. And it seems incredible that Hakami could’ve done this…”
“It’s not impossible…she infiltrated the Syndicate as a member, and it was either her or Troy who hacked the Syndicate’s mainframe.” Shinichi gripped his chin with his hand as he mulled over his deduction, eyebrows furrowed as he thought. “The information hacked could’ve been about that drug and might have included other vital information the Syndicate wished to remain secret.”
“That sounds plausible, and highly probable with how the Syndicate reacted to the breach.”
“But….” Haibara listened and shook her head. “Even if Hakami did hack information about that drug, hacking and chemical analysis are two different branches of science. Unless her intelligence is genius level, to do both at her supposed age is impossible.”
“Then it is possible. I told you earlier, she transferred to my first grade class ten years ago. What I didn’t tell you is she was the smartest student in the school those three months she attended. The smartest and most dedicated student.”
Shinichi paused as he recollected Hakami, or rather Saya, from ten years ago, the rain drumming against the windows.
0
Wipers swishing over the windshield, Gin clenched the steering wheel, the crimson glow of the traffic light shedding a blood tint onto his shadowed features. His silver-blond hair settled in waves along his back and shoulders like a stream of silk; he bit down on his bottom lip, drawing blood that deepened his virulence.
“Papa!” Saya locked her limbs around his leg the moment he shut the apartment door, while behind her Toni glared at him, arms folded across her chest.
“Saya, you know better than to behave that way.” Toni reproached and stepped forward, arms out to pull her four year old daughter away from Gin’s leg. Saya shook her head and held on tighter to her father’s leg.
“Saya.” Gin knelt down and picked up the four year old, softly touching the downy blonde hair barrette-clipped to the side. He paused when Saya wrapped her arms around his neck, his widened eyes hidden by his hair. “Let go, and go to the other room.”
“No.” She squeezed her arms tighter around his neck and buried her face against his shoulder, refusing to budge; Gin felt her shudder and gasp.
“Saya…what’s gotten into you?” Toni pried Saya from Gin, shaking her head; before she could scold Saya, the four year old jumped from her arms and ran into the next room. “I don’t know what’s gotten into her…she took our breakup six months ago all right.”
Gin glanced at the doorway Saya had run through, his eyebrows raised as he felt his shoulder -- Saya had been crying.
“I’ll come around again once I have time.” Gin muttered, his gaze back on Toni. “You have that program ready, right?”
Toni handed him the disc without another word, her cold eyes staring at him with indifference.
“Don’t bother coming around for anything other than Syndicate business. Neither of us need you.” Toni crossed her arms over her chest again, this time flaunting the engagement ring on her finger.
“So Vermouth was right about you and the new member…Troy, right? Codename Merlot…”
“Yes, he moved in last week.”
“What?” Gin nearly snarled, but instead swallowed and stood rigidly still; his insides burning with the possessiveness shining in his green eyes. “He’s only been a member a month, and he’s still under investigation.”
“Are you concerned or just jealous?” Toni stared at him eyebrows raised in haughty bemusement.
“…Neither, but it seems you added a new meaning to your codename, Hops.” Gin smirked as Toni’s cheeks reddened; his cheek reddened the next moment by Toni’s slap.
“That…don’t you even…I’m not the one who slept with whoever I wished during our relationship. And I overlooked each of your dalliances for Saya’s sake. So don’t you even….”
“….” Gin felt his stinging cheek, lips pursed as his retort burned in his throat. The apartment door behind him opened before he could speak. He turned around to face whoever entered.
Troy stood in the doorway, glancing from Gin to Toni, expression intrigued.
“Am I interrupting?”
Gin gave him a cold look and stalked out of the apartment, suppressing the urge to take out his Beretta and fire it at Troy -- that needless act of jealous rage would only backfire unless Troy betrayed the Syndicate.
Gin stirred from his memories when a vehicle behind him honked, the traffic light now green above him. He glowered and pressed the gas pedal, accelerating until the vehicle was well behind him.
“If I killed Troy back then….” Gin shook his head, recalling Saya’s behavior that day, then the recording on the videotape; Saya hadn’t been older than four or five in what he watched of the video -- only the first few minutes he’d been able to stand before stopping the tape, his stomach turning. “Younger than five…and yet he raped her…raped….”
His face contorted as the video burned in his thoughts, and he slammed his fist against the dashboard; lips bloody from biting into them without noticing.
“Did he start the moment he moved in with Toni?” Gin growled, lump forming in his throat as he recalled how Saya had cried secretly on his shoulder that day -- the last day he’d seen her before being ordered to kill her and Toni two years later.
His daughter, who never even cried in front of him since 2 years old, had cried on his shoulder -- just a week after Troy moved in with Toni.
He accelerated as the wind swept the rain into a watery shroud, drenching his windshield so that the wipers barely made a difference.
It was the sound of screeching brakes approaching him from the left that jarred his recollection of his surroundings. He immediately swerved, avoiding the collision even as his wounded arm throbbed. He growled and glared at the other vehicle through the passenger side window -- his lips scowling in annoyance of the blue sedan feet from his vehicle.
The next moment his eyes widened as the driver side door of the sedan opened and the driver shouted at him. Gin recognized the older man’s gray-streaked black hair and rigid build -- even animated in anger Troy wasn’t difficult to recognize.
Gin smirked, biding his time as Troy approached, the retired CIA unable to clearly see Gin due to the rain and the gap between the passenger seat window and driver’s seat.
The moment Troy was close enough, Gin exited the car, for the first time glad that he couldn’t drive his Porsche. His Beretta gripped tightly in his left hand.
“Hello Troy.”
A/N: Quite a long chapter…1800 words or so, and a cliffhanger. I hope you enjoyed this, please review, I love all reviews…no matter how short or long or whatever.
Random News: I’m working on my own doujinshi of Detective Conan that’s Gin x Shinichi (nonconsensual, of course), and I plan on writing a fanfic with that pairing along with another fanfic that takes place before this one exploring Toni’s time in the Syndicate.