After a month, Bourbon went inside the morgue of the organization. He was quiet and wore a stoic face, as if he was possessed by Marsala.
The coroner looked at him bitterly, "What are you doing here?"
"It's already been a month." He was referring to Marsala's death, "You told me to wait for a month before you could tell me where she is."
That's right, he did tell him to wait for a month. All because he doesn't want to be seen that he and Bourbon are in contact with each other. The sacrifice Marsala made would be wasted.
The organization doesn't keep the corpses of spies and traitors, so when she died, they just left her there inside the cold and empty warehouse. Only Baiju knew that another agent inside the organization secretly brought her to Baiju's house and beg him to give her a proper burial, it was Ethan Hondou.
Her two father figures cried silently as they saw her body filled with bullets.
"You could have prevented her death." Baiju said with such rage just by remembering the state of her body but Bourbon wasn't affected, he was just staring ahead.
"I know. I really wished I stopped it." His voice was broken and he was trying his best not to cry.
Baiju stared at Bourbon. He was devastated but still trying to act outside like nothing happened, just like him. He scowled and walked away from him, turning to his desk. Taking out a small piece of paper, he shoved it in his chest with such force that Bourbon almost fell down.
"Here, just take it and get the fuck out of my sight."
Bourbon looked down the paper and saw the address of a cemetery. He held back his tears.
When Baiju thought that he would just walk out of the morgue, Bourbon called to him. "Thank you, Baiju-san." He bowed deeply, "And I'm sorry for what happened to her."
He quickly turned around and just grunted in response, hiding the fact that he was shedding a tear.
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Furuya got home first to change into something more formal as he would visit her for the first time, but before he could go inside the apartment, a black square bag was left outside his apartment door.
He turned around to see if anyone is watching him but there was no one around him. Who left it there? Slowly and carefully, he looked closer to see that there was a folded piece of paper on top of the zipper.
It was on printed text that said [To Furuya, From Marsala]
This made him shocked and for the second time, search his surroundings for any eyes looking at him. When he made sure no one was looking he took the bag inside his apartment.
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Undercover || Detective Conan
FanfictionA short story between Marsala, an agent raised by Rum, and Bourbon, an undercover agent from PSB. Fanfiction: Amuro Tooru / Furuya Rei / Bourbon Disclaimer: This is fanfiction. I do not own Detective Conan. Just a few of my own characters are added...