Detective Conan: THE RULES (GinxAkai)

(prologue) part 0

Akai's pov

We had been driving for what seemed like hours, or at least to me it felt so. Vodka was driving the black Porsche with Gin on the passenger side, while I was in the back seat. We had just come back from a mission involving a big sum of money in exchange for information about a company. Gin did all the work with Vodka while I waited outside the alley in case the other man tried to escape without completing the deal. I'm sure they killed him though, I heard a couple of gunshots, must have been Gin... He has an easy trigger finger. When they got back they didn't even look at me, they just got in the car and drove off quickly as soon as I got in.

Gin was sitting on the passenger side, arms crossed and eyes closed with a frowned expression. His hat was covering the left side of his face. His silver hair falling gracefully at the side of his face, moving slightly with the wind. A cigarette in his mouth and the window rolled down. He occasionally un-crossed his arms to throw the extra ash formed on the cigarette. His pale skin was almost glowing when the sun hit his face.

Vodka parked the car Infront of the entrance to a small apartment complex. Does he live here? Or does Gin live here?

Gin opened his eyes and glared at me through the rear view mirror. His eyes cold and piercing. It felt like he was looking directly into my soul. He didn't say anything, he just got out of the car with Vodka while I followed. Vodka opened the trunk of the car and gave Gin a black suitcase and the car keys. Gin took them and gestured for him to go, which he immediately did, then looked at me.

"Are you just going to stand there or are you finally going home?"

His voice was deep and harsh. Still not looking at me went towards the door of the apartment complex. He put the suitcase down and the car keys in his pocket and turned around facing me.

"So?"

I was frozen. He looked weirdly irritated but there was no indication sign in his voice. He was still frowning, just like in the car. I looked at his silver hair, falling down to his waist, his bangs falling slightly over the eyes but not to the point you couldn't see them. Just then I noticed his pale skin seemed paler than before. His bags under the eyes were suddenly more visible, his lips discolored, almost lilac. His posture was straight and rigid. His black trench coat almost seemed to fit him perfectly and his pale violet pullover covering his neck. He looked at me expecting a quick 'yes sir' but somthing looked out of place. The more I looked the less flaws I saw, but the more this unsettling feeling grew.

I scanned his body one last time.
Something is definitely off.

I got closer to him and was immediately met with a gun pointed right to my head by the silver haird man.

"Go away. Now."

I was about 5 feet away from him, I looked again at his clothes and just then I saw blood on the right side of his stomach. The smell of smoke and gun powder was now almost unbearable. I looked at his face and locked eyes with him, he looked unfazed.

"Did you get shot?" I asked.

The same cold expression.

"None of your business."

He was holding the gun with his left hand while with his right he started taking out a cigarette and the lighter, never breaking eye contact.

"Will you go now?"

His voice harsher than ever.

I could never just leave someone like this, I'm not crazy or insensitive. What if he got shot more than once? Or what if it's just one but serious enough to kill him? What if the third most important agent in the organization dies?