Gavin x RK900 (ONESHOTS)

"No, no, NO!" (Part 3)

Deeeeeeeespaaaaaaaciiiittoooo~ Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito~~

So motivation had decided to rear it's head and kick me in the dick-

And now here's a mini series :D
(I don't know how long it will be yet, but yolo)

I also don't know how many more parts I'll release today, but you'll just have to wait and see :3

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Four hours. Gavin was sat in the bathroom for Four hours. He couldn't leave, he absolutely couldn't, not with Conan- no... not Conan out there, waiting at his desk. The lookalike was not Conan, not at all. Conan was defined by his personality, something he'd developed while he'd been with Gavin. Gavin saw how Conan had developed a sarcastic sense of humor that could rival Gavin's. He saw Conan's soft side when petting and playing with Gavin's cats. He'd seen the wonder in Conan's eyes on that winters day when Gavin took Conan to the bridge where they looked at the sunrise across the frozen over river. He'd seem the fondness and love Conan displayed when they had their first kiss.

Now it was like none of that existed. Conan had developed into someone, but without those memories, everything was back to square one. Conan was just an emotionless machine now, like he was when he and Gavin first began to work together.

Gavin eventually left the toilet stall and made his way over to the sink, looking in the mirror. His eyes were red and puffy, dry tear trails stained his face, he looked dishevelled and broken. He turned on the faucet and cupped his hands to gather the water, leaning down and splashing his face to try and get rid of the redness around his eyes. He heard the door of the bathroom and saw in the reflection of the mirror Conan enter.

"You've been in here for an awfully long time, Detective. Is there a particular reason?" Conan asked. Ha, it almost sounded like he was worried. Bullshit.

"...I'm fine..." Gavin mumbled emotionlessly, avoiding eye contact with Conan.

"In that case we should get on with our work, you've had plenty of time to slack off," Conan said coldly. That felt like a stab in the heart to Gavin. Back in the beginning he would usually just reply with a snide remark and an insult, but now it actually hurt when Conan talked to him like that.

"...yea... okay..." He mumbled in reply, still not looking up at Conan as he walked back into the main office area and went to his desk, pulling up some paperwork and trying to concentrate. Eventually he found a case reported half an hour ago, without saying a word, he passed the file over to Conan before standing up and heading to his car to head to the scene, Conan followed and read the file.

Gavin and Conan were silent on the car ride, the radio humming quietly to create a little bit of noise. After a few minutes passed, Gavin glanced over at Conan, trying to think if there was any possible way to find out if he could get his Conan back.

"...Do you like cats?" Gavin asked, remembering the smile he'd seen on Conan's face as he'd pet his cat, that was the first time Conan had stayed the night at Gavin's apartment as well. Conan looked at him with an emotionless face.

"I do not 'like' things, Detective. I am a machine," He replied factually. Gavin sighed, not liking that answer at all. Maybe there was no hope, Conan was gone and he was never coming back.

"...Right...I should've known..." Gavin mumbled, turning the radio up. He didn't see Conan tilt his head in curiosity, nor did he realise he was being analysed. Conan stored that reaction in his files, in case he needed it later.