MASKS
He wears masks every time. The mask named Edogawa Conan. But this time, he was forced to wear another mask -literally- when he was facing a bank robbery that "coincidentally" happened when she was also there. Will he unravel the mask? Or will he let the mask covers him, not only his face but even his heart?
(Failed) Surprise Attack
BANG!
The bullet fled from the revolver in his hand. Not even a slight of hesitancy showed from his face. Only a look of disgust, anger, and a cold eye that pierces through heart.
No one dares to even breath at the sight. Until blood staining the wall behind his target.
"Game Over" he said, while tilting his head with a smirk of amusement.
Turning his back from the unconscious bloody man over the wall, he glances at a certain girl that laying still on the floor; with a shocked, widened eyes and a faltering scream hanging on her throat.
"No... It can't be... You would never...!" comes a trembling voices from her blood-stained mouth, with a disbelieve look coloring her teary eyes.
"NO! SHINICHI...!"
flashback
----- Friday, 10 A.M. Kudou Residence -----
"You sure about this?" said a pretty, long-haired woman in her early thirty to her only son hesitantly.
"Well, it's risky. But we have to try this first before our planned day comes" he said with a reassuring smile while looking into the big mirror in the closet in his house.
“I’d said, why wouldn’t you join us with such as good skills of yours, ma’am?” said a man wearing a black turtleneck without holding back his amuse look, inspecting a younger man from head to toe.
“Oh, I’d love to!” with an overly cheering attitude while clapping her hands –which some certain guy will consider it as flirting, though- and continues “But that will require permission from my husband, and I’m not sure he will grant it” she said while sighing.
“He won’t! And neither will I” he cut her while waving his hand in the air, going straight to the door gesturing the conversation is over.
“Too bad” the turtleneck man shrugged.
“Say, you didn’t look confuse or even shock seeing him at all. Have you even guessed it this far?” asked the older woman curiously.
“……”
“Well, I’d hope no less from our scarlet agent, though” she chuckled and followed her son to the living room.
In the living room, stand an elder man with big, round glasses wearing a lab-coat coming over to the guy, rushing with his belly-bottom shaking from the rush.
“Shinichi-kun! Is this really you?” said he with overly gleaming eyes.
“Keep it down, Hakase! We don’t want her to suspect any of this trial, do we?” he shushed him glancing to his neighbor house where a shrinking scientist were busy with her new blood sample in hand, calculating every aspect of the drug’s contents with current state of her living specimen named Kudou Shinichi.
“Do we have everything prepared, Shin-chan?” she asked while coming down from the stairs.
“Yeah, it should be done by now. And don’t call me that!” he sulked.
----- Friday, 9 A.M. Mouri Tantei Jimusho -----
A loud knock on the detective office’s door wakes the middle-aged detective up with a drool on his jaw. “Who the heck?!”
“Se ya, Se ya! Wassup, oji-han?” came a loud Osaka-ben’s morning greetings from the dark-skinned highschool detective, Hattori Heiji.
Sigh… “What are you doing here, you brat?” a sarcastic greetings with annoyance shot back at him.
“Where’s Ku, err, Conan?” he asked ignoring the glare.
“Asking another annoying brat, huh... He’s out” he said uninterested.
“Out? Where?” he asked again consistently.
“Why would I know where that brat going? Probably playing detectives with his group somewhere out there” he said again while shooing the curious Hattori away.
“Huh? Conan-kun’s not here? Then, where is Ran-chan?” now asked a pony-tailed woman while scanning the room.
“Ran’s up stairs” he indicates with his fore finger.
“We’ll go up then” said the guy while dragging his childhood friend back to the door “Neechan will definitely know where he is” he mumbled.
“Ara, Hattori-kun! Kazuha-chan!” the long, black-haired woman smiles the minutes she opened the door.
“Ran-chan!” said the pony-tailed woman, clapping their hands and smiling brightly to one another.
‘woman... exaggerating as always’ he thought while shaking head.
“Long time no see, Neechan! Do you know where Kuuu…oonan is?” he asked correcting the names
‘Kudou is gonna kill me each time I mistake his alias. Lucky he’s not around now, though’
“Conan-kun is out camping with professor and the detective boys since it’s a long weekend holidays. He said he’ll be back on Sunday, though” Ran explained patiently.
“Damn! I want to surprise him with our visit. Now I’m the one surprised” sighing, he feels dejected.
“Now, now, Heiji. It’s your fault ‘cause you didn’t inform him earlier” said Kazuha.
“I’ll just call him now and make him go back here” he didn’t even listen.
“You can’t just do that, you ahou!” she warned him.
“And why can’t I?” he shot back.
“You egoistic, ungrateful ahou! You can’t just order people as you wish”
“Of course I can! I’m his best buddy”
She snorts.
“Why this little…!” blood vein popped up on his forehead.
“Just you look! KUDOU will definitely come here!” he shouted out to her without even thinking.
“Huhh?! SHINICHI will?” Ran asked, confused with a slight hope crept up.
‘Ooooppsss…’ he froze on the spot.
(Failed) Surprise Attack
BANG!
The bullet fled from the revolver in his hand. Not even a slight of hesitancy showed from his face. Only a look of disgust, anger, and a cold eye that pierces through heart.
No one dares to even breath at the sight. Until blood staining the wall behind his target.
"Game Over" he said, while tilting his head with a smirk of amusement.
Turning his back from the unconscious bloody man over the wall, he glances at a certain girl that laying still on the floor; with a shocked, widened eyes and a faltering scream hanging on her throat.
"No... It can't be... You would never...!" comes a trembling voices from her blood-stained mouth, with a disbelieve look coloring her teary eyes.
"NO! SHINICHI...!"
flashback
----- Friday, 10 A.M. Kudou Residence -----
"You sure about this?" said a pretty, long-haired woman in her early thirty to her only son hesitantly.
"Well, it's risky. But we have to try this first before our planned day comes" he said with a reassuring smile while looking into the big mirror in the closet in his house.
“I’d said, why wouldn’t you join us with such as good skills of yours, ma’am?” said a man wearing a black turtleneck without holding back his amuse look, inspecting a younger man from head to toe.
“Oh, I’d love to!” with an overly cheering attitude while clapping her hands –which some certain guy will consider it as flirting, though- and continues “But that will require permission from my husband, and I’m not sure he will grant it” she said while sighing.
“He won’t! And neither will I” he cut her while waving his hand in the air, going straight to the door gesturing the conversation is over.
“Too bad” the turtleneck man shrugged.
“Say, you didn’t look confuse or even shock seeing him at all. Have you even guessed it this far?” asked the older woman curiously.
“……”
“Well, I’d hope no less from our scarlet agent, though” she chuckled and followed her son to the living room.
In the living room, stand an elder man with big, round glasses wearing a lab-coat coming over to the guy, rushing with his belly-bottom shaking from the rush.
“Shinichi-kun! Is this really you?” said he with overly gleaming eyes.
“Keep it down, Hakase! We don’t want her to suspect any of this trial, do we?” he shushed him glancing to his neighbor house where a shrinking scientist were busy with her new blood sample in hand, calculating every aspect of the drug’s contents with current state of her living specimen named Kudou Shinichi.
“Do we have everything prepared, Shin-chan?” she asked while coming down from the stairs.
“Yeah, it should be done by now. And don’t call me that!” he sulked.
----- Friday, 9 A.M. Mouri Tantei Jimusho -----
A loud knock on the detective office’s door wakes the middle-aged detective up with a drool on his jaw. “Who the heck?!”
“Se ya, Se ya! Wassup, oji-han?” came a loud Osaka-ben’s morning greetings from the dark-skinned highschool detective, Hattori Heiji.
Sigh… “What are you doing here, you brat?” a sarcastic greetings with annoyance shot back at him.
“Where’s Ku, err, Conan?” he asked ignoring the glare.
“Asking another annoying brat, huh... He’s out” he said uninterested.
“Out? Where?” he asked again consistently.
“Why would I know where that brat going? Probably playing detectives with his group somewhere out there” he said again while shooing the curious Hattori away.
“Huh? Conan-kun’s not here? Then, where is Ran-chan?” now asked a pony-tailed woman while scanning the room.
“Ran’s up stairs” he indicates with his fore finger.
“We’ll go up then” said the guy while dragging his childhood friend back to the door “Neechan will definitely know where he is” he mumbled.
“Ara, Hattori-kun! Kazuha-chan!” the long, black-haired woman smiles the minutes she opened the door.
“Ran-chan!” said the pony-tailed woman, clapping their hands and smiling brightly to one another.
‘woman... exaggerating as always’ he thought while shaking head.
“Long time no see, Neechan! Do you know where Kuuu…oonan is?” he asked correcting the names
‘Kudou is gonna kill me each time I mistake his alias. Lucky he’s not around now, though’
“Conan-kun is out camping with professor and the detective boys since it’s a long weekend holidays. He said he’ll be back on Sunday, though” Ran explained patiently.
“Damn! I want to surprise him with our visit. Now I’m the one surprised” sighing, he feels dejected.
“Now, now, Heiji. It’s your fault ‘cause you didn’t inform him earlier” said Kazuha.
“I’ll just call him now and make him go back here” he didn’t even listen.
“You can’t just do that, you ahou!” she warned him.
“And why can’t I?” he shot back.
“You egoistic, ungrateful ahou! You can’t just order people as you wish”
“Of course I can! I’m his best buddy”
She snorts.
“Why this little…!” blood vein popped up on his forehead.
“Just you look! KUDOU will definitely come here!” he shouted out to her without even thinking.
“Huhh?! SHINICHI will?” Ran asked, confused with a slight hope crept up.
‘Ooooppsss…’ he froze on the spot.
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