Eighth Conspiracy
Title: Expressions of Dread
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Edogawa Conan, Bourbon
Pairing: none
Rating: T
Genre: Drama/Suspense
Warnings: none
Author’s Note: When I wrote this, I hadn't even meant to make it a conspiracy, but it ended up being a good sequel to the 3rd, but it’s nowhere near as humorous. On another note, I was really happy with the response to 7's fluff, and I am so glad that I added that little bit about Hakuba. It really seemed to lighten up the atmosphere and it received a great response. Thanks, everyone!
Disclaimer: All characters are copyright to their respective copyright holders.
Summary: Conan realizes that he may have made a dire mistake.
“Dread of night. Dread of not-night.”
-Franz Kafka
Eighth Conspiracy
Expressions of Dread
Conan habitually shoved his hands into his pockets and looked up to give Gin a strong, triumphant glare and a sardonic smirk. "You should have made sure I was dead the first time, Gin."
The glare was returned, just as strong, but without the smirk. In fact, the black clad man seemed a bit triumphant himself.
And then he noticed a scratch near Gin's ear. It wasn't bleeding, but the skin looked strangely torn, almost as if...
"Shit," he swore instinctively in English, leaping forward and latching onto the man's clothes, to the confusion and consternation of the surrounding police officers. He reached up and pulled at the man's cheek, feeling a cold dread enter from his fingertips as Gin's face tore and flopped to the ground, revealing the man he knew as Bourbon.
A/N:
So Conan knows who Bourbon is, or at least what he looks like. I guess he could be Okiya if you want him to be, but it doesn’t matter, either way. Written in an attempt to make Bourbon conspiracy theories, where I chat with soldiers to come up with ridiculous answers to Bourbon’s identity.
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Edogawa Conan, Bourbon
Pairing: none
Rating: T
Genre: Drama/Suspense
Warnings: none
Author’s Note: When I wrote this, I hadn't even meant to make it a conspiracy, but it ended up being a good sequel to the 3rd, but it’s nowhere near as humorous. On another note, I was really happy with the response to 7's fluff, and I am so glad that I added that little bit about Hakuba. It really seemed to lighten up the atmosphere and it received a great response. Thanks, everyone!
Disclaimer: All characters are copyright to their respective copyright holders.
Summary: Conan realizes that he may have made a dire mistake.
“Dread of night. Dread of not-night.”
-Franz Kafka
Eighth Conspiracy
Expressions of Dread
Conan habitually shoved his hands into his pockets and looked up to give Gin a strong, triumphant glare and a sardonic smirk. "You should have made sure I was dead the first time, Gin."
The glare was returned, just as strong, but without the smirk. In fact, the black clad man seemed a bit triumphant himself.
And then he noticed a scratch near Gin's ear. It wasn't bleeding, but the skin looked strangely torn, almost as if...
"Shit," he swore instinctively in English, leaping forward and latching onto the man's clothes, to the confusion and consternation of the surrounding police officers. He reached up and pulled at the man's cheek, feeling a cold dread enter from his fingertips as Gin's face tore and flopped to the ground, revealing the man he knew as Bourbon.
A/N:
So Conan knows who Bourbon is, or at least what he looks like. I guess he could be Okiya if you want him to be, but it doesn’t matter, either way. Written in an attempt to make Bourbon conspiracy theories, where I chat with soldiers to come up with ridiculous answers to Bourbon’s identity.