Terms (30 Evil Deeds)
Title: Terms
Author: Candyland
Fandom: Detective Conan
Bad Guy: Gin
Theme: #26-destiny
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Own Detective Conan, I do not. Own the characters, Gosho Aoyama does. Making money off them, I am not. Borrow and write about them, I merely do. Talk like Yoda, I must.
Summary: Gin faced the Kudo kid in what was surely to be a final showdown.
When he’d learned that the Kudo kid was still alive, it had sent up numerous warning bells in his head. First of all, it meant a failure on his part-he had not eradicated the threat, and now it stood against the Syndicate from hiding. Secondly…Sherry had to have gone somewhere, and the more he thought about it, the more those two dots seemed to connect. Gin was convinced that if he found one, he would find the other.
That had turned out to be incorrect-he found Kudo, but the teen detective refused to divulge the location of the great traitor. Either he was lying, or he genuinely didn’t know where the woman was.
Either way, it made the punk useless.
But the Kudo kid was a fighter, and a damned crafty one, and the resulting chase led them here, to this place overlooking the ocean. The cliffs jutted out jaggedly into the water, and the waves crashed against them with all the power of their fury.
Gin stood with his back to the trees that circled the area.
Kudo stood with his back to the water, his heels at the edge of the precipice.
They faced each other in what was to be, most assuredly, a final showdown.
Gin leveled his gun at the brat. “Time’s up,” he growled, feeling a great rush of satisfaction. He was going to correct his own error, finish what he had started, and eradicate this stupid boy.
To his surprise, Kudo smiled. “I can still beat you, Gin.”
The response intrigued him-the kid certainly had guts. But the statement was patently ridiculous. He was cornered-death was a foregone conclusion. Did he think an army was going to come galloping out of the trees to save him? The idea was laughable. He didn’t have a prayer. “Oh? And how do you intend to do that?”
“By playing the only card I have left,” Kudo’s smile was grim, “and denying you something I know you want.”
Gin cocked the hammer. “You’ve got nothing left.”
“On the contrary,” Kudo replied with surprising calm. He had been standing with his feet shoulder-width apart; now he brought them together in an odd move. “If I’m going to die, Gin…I can do it on my own terms.”
Before Gin could fully process this, Kudo Shinichi bent his knees…and hopped backwards.
Over the edge.
Grasping it at the very last second, Gin moved to the edge of the cliff and watched as the form vanished into the darkness and shadows below. He was claimed and devoured by the crashing waves of the sea.
For a long moment, Gin stood there, staring adown at the churning water. The breeze carried the salty smell of the sea to him; the fragrance was almost overpowering. If only the aroma could be tinged with the smell of blood…
Behind him, Vodka fidgeted nervously.
Taken by a sudden burst of outrage, he gripped his gun and fired a shot down into the water. It was a futile gesture, to say the least-even if the punk had somehow managed to survive the fall (which had to be at least twenty or thirty meters), the chances of that lone bullet finding its mark were nonexistent.
And it didn’t make him feel any better about the situation. He had technically won-Kudo was surely dead. But it did not feel like any sort of victory. He hadn’t actually killed Kudo Shinichi himself, as he had wanted to do.
Kudo Shinichi had killed himself, one final spit in Gin’s eye.
That’s what he had meant about beating him-denying him the joy of the kill by taking the only avenue left to him: suicide. Dying on his own terms, and fleeing to the one place were Gin truly could not reach him, leaving Gin with nothing. He didn’t even have the true pride of the kill to show for it.
It infuriated him.
He had won…but Kudo Shinichi had gotten the last laugh after all.
PS. Quite dark, yes. But I rather liked this idea-ran it by a couple of people to make sure it seemed realistic. And I’m fairly pleased with how it came out. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!
Author: Candyland
Fandom: Detective Conan
Bad Guy: Gin
Theme: #26-destiny
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Own Detective Conan, I do not. Own the characters, Gosho Aoyama does. Making money off them, I am not. Borrow and write about them, I merely do. Talk like Yoda, I must.
Summary: Gin faced the Kudo kid in what was surely to be a final showdown.
When he’d learned that the Kudo kid was still alive, it had sent up numerous warning bells in his head. First of all, it meant a failure on his part-he had not eradicated the threat, and now it stood against the Syndicate from hiding. Secondly…Sherry had to have gone somewhere, and the more he thought about it, the more those two dots seemed to connect. Gin was convinced that if he found one, he would find the other.
That had turned out to be incorrect-he found Kudo, but the teen detective refused to divulge the location of the great traitor. Either he was lying, or he genuinely didn’t know where the woman was.
Either way, it made the punk useless.
But the Kudo kid was a fighter, and a damned crafty one, and the resulting chase led them here, to this place overlooking the ocean. The cliffs jutted out jaggedly into the water, and the waves crashed against them with all the power of their fury.
Gin stood with his back to the trees that circled the area.
Kudo stood with his back to the water, his heels at the edge of the precipice.
They faced each other in what was to be, most assuredly, a final showdown.
Gin leveled his gun at the brat. “Time’s up,” he growled, feeling a great rush of satisfaction. He was going to correct his own error, finish what he had started, and eradicate this stupid boy.
To his surprise, Kudo smiled. “I can still beat you, Gin.”
The response intrigued him-the kid certainly had guts. But the statement was patently ridiculous. He was cornered-death was a foregone conclusion. Did he think an army was going to come galloping out of the trees to save him? The idea was laughable. He didn’t have a prayer. “Oh? And how do you intend to do that?”
“By playing the only card I have left,” Kudo’s smile was grim, “and denying you something I know you want.”
Gin cocked the hammer. “You’ve got nothing left.”
“On the contrary,” Kudo replied with surprising calm. He had been standing with his feet shoulder-width apart; now he brought them together in an odd move. “If I’m going to die, Gin…I can do it on my own terms.”
Before Gin could fully process this, Kudo Shinichi bent his knees…and hopped backwards.
Over the edge.
Grasping it at the very last second, Gin moved to the edge of the cliff and watched as the form vanished into the darkness and shadows below. He was claimed and devoured by the crashing waves of the sea.
For a long moment, Gin stood there, staring adown at the churning water. The breeze carried the salty smell of the sea to him; the fragrance was almost overpowering. If only the aroma could be tinged with the smell of blood…
Behind him, Vodka fidgeted nervously.
Taken by a sudden burst of outrage, he gripped his gun and fired a shot down into the water. It was a futile gesture, to say the least-even if the punk had somehow managed to survive the fall (which had to be at least twenty or thirty meters), the chances of that lone bullet finding its mark were nonexistent.
And it didn’t make him feel any better about the situation. He had technically won-Kudo was surely dead. But it did not feel like any sort of victory. He hadn’t actually killed Kudo Shinichi himself, as he had wanted to do.
Kudo Shinichi had killed himself, one final spit in Gin’s eye.
That’s what he had meant about beating him-denying him the joy of the kill by taking the only avenue left to him: suicide. Dying on his own terms, and fleeing to the one place were Gin truly could not reach him, leaving Gin with nothing. He didn’t even have the true pride of the kill to show for it.
It infuriated him.
He had won…but Kudo Shinichi had gotten the last laugh after all.
PS. Quite dark, yes. But I rather liked this idea-ran it by a couple of people to make sure it seemed realistic. And I’m fairly pleased with how it came out. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!