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Another Desperate Revival Case ( Encounter)

Who: Conan Edogawa | Shinichi Kudo (

1_truth), Gin (

shadesofgray)
When: A few days after Gin's arrival
Where: Mostly inside a walk in freezer
WARNINGS: Hardcore Child abuse. Gin. Language and Gin. (not the Alcohol)

Conan had not left the house in the past couple of days, instead he took up the very unhealthy habit of watching the street from behind a window with baited breath. One might have thought that he expected a monster to stroll down the road with the intent of destroying everything in its path. It was a possibility in a place like Mayfield, but since monster's didn't scare Edogawa Conan it was easy enough to guess that what he was expecting or on the look out for was far worse than a monster.

He'd hardly eaten and hadn't slept well lately, his complexion turning pale and almost sickly as he fell into what someone might mistake as a depression. When night fell the small boy would proceed about his nightly routines as normal but it wasn't uncommon for his nightmares to wake him up. When morning broke he once again stationed himself by the window to peek out the blinds. He stayed in the same place until well into midday before the thing he'd been watching for just so happened to be walking down the road.

Conan felt his heart starting to beat faster in his chest and cast a glance back at the clock on the wall. He knew he shouldn't follow Gin after very recently asking someone to find the assassin right after telling them how potentially dangerous it would be for Conan to do it, but if Gin just happened to cross by the house and Conan followed him just to see where he went... well.. that was different than looking for him right?

No. Following him now is just as dangerous as it would be to actively seek him out. ...But then again.. he can't lock himself in the house forever, Mayfield would never accept the idea of him being home schooled. He had to know which places to avoid and if he'd need to find a new route to school. Besides, it wasn't like he intended to do anything more than see where Gin was going. After he knew that he'd just go home and return to waiting on the information he requested-no one need ever know he left the house.

With another look back at the clock, Conan finally chose to slip out of the house, keeping low and crouching by the banister, intent on keeping a safe distance between him and Gin.

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It didn't take long for the sensation of someone watching him to kick in, unfortunately for Conan. Whether he spotted him on the road or while he was busy cutting a large cow to pieces didn't matter; he didn't make it seem like anything more than brief suspicion after all.

But he recognized this boy. He'd seen him before, while ordering an agent to gun down another- the boy from Tokyo tower...

The one who had, somehow, managed to launch something up at the helicopter he was in, thereby sending it quite out of control and causing it to explode.

He narrowed his eyes at the memory, but otherwise said nothing, instead vanishing (apparently) to the back of the butchery and into one of the less viewable rooms. If he was right, the boy was still watching, but not from an angle or position he could ever start to see him right now...

Which left him at a rather swift advantage.

Just as Gin anticipated Conan falls for the bait. He's highly uneasy though, he knows Gin is highly perceptive and there is always a chance that he had noticed he had gained a shadow. This is stupid. Shinichi knows better than to proceed, he didn't tell anyone where he was going so no one would even notice he was missing for a good long while should something go wrong.

...And yet, Conan can't resist pushing on, making a deal with himself that if he's lost the trail then he'll go back home and wait on that information. He takes a quiet breath and pushes on, rounding a corner and feeling a little disappointment when he sees that Gin must have gotten away.

Or perhaps not!

Abruptly from behind comes a cloth, clasped over the boy's mouth with a tight grip. The location was a good choice; none of his coworkers will see, and no drones or others will be behind the store for that matter. There's nothing but the meat delivery truck, and as the city is closed off it's only really there for display at this point.

The perfect place to store the boy. Quickly and quietly the truck door is opened up, a cord taken from the side and used to tightly bind his arms above his head. The truck is meant to carry uncut meats- it has hooks throughout it, and it is on one of them that the boy is hung. A rag is grabbed and used to gag his mouth... And once the refrigeration of the truck is checked over to make certain it is on, he moves to close the truck with a smirk.

"Hnhnhnhn... Sleep well..."

The first thing Conan notices when he wakes up is the fuzzy feeling in his head and funny taste in his mouth that alerts him that he was probably chloroformed. Next, he becomes aware of a biting pain in his arms as though they're being stretched as well as another pain in his hands from the cord is biting into them. He's dangling from somewhere-somewhere cold and-and he's gagged? Damn it! What's happened?

W-was this Gin? There's really no one else who could have done this but that raised the very uncomfortable question, why?

Struggling is useless. He knows this but he'll spend all of his strength trying to swing from side to side to slam in to the wall-get someone's attention but he's just a little too short, and after hours of pointless struggling and trying to call out the cold is finally starting to grow to be too much for him.

And hours later, Gin has offered to close up shop. Employees, drone or not head home, and soon the entire area is silent. The streets are deserted, and more importantly so is the store. All lights save the ones he needs are turned off- and to the city, it would seem as though it truly is lights out.

Conan is about to discover otherwise. Choloroform was an easy-make, and simple enough; it's the reason he uses it now. The door to the truck is opened, and in the dim moonlight Gin can be seen, coming steadily toward the weakened boy. "Awake?" he 'asks', smirking. If the boy is, he won't be for long.

It's cold and dark. He struggled in vain for hours and the only thing he has to show for it are some pretty nasty blisters on his hands and wrists that he's made bleed from the rubbing and a possibly dislocated shoulder. He can't be too sure about his injuries as it's just too cold-the good news is that his injuries don't hurt nearly as bad as they did earlier. If he's not distracted by the pain then he can focus his thoughts on an escape plan.

He makes takes a deep breath of the cold air and tries to get a good look around but it's far too dark for him to make out much more than a few feet in front of him. He tries twisting his hands again in hopes that maybe this time the binds will loosen. No such luck.

A streak of light only lets in a terrifying sight as Conan fixes his gaze on his captor. Just as he has expected and feared. Gin.

"Hnhnhnhn..." Well, that answers his question then, doesn't it. "Don't get too comfortable," he 'warns', moving around the boy until he's at his back. "You're about to be moved to a more 'air conditioned' location..."

Without warning Conan will be met with the familiar feeling of darkness, the scent of chemicals clipped over his nostrils. However, when he wakes up he will be hanging in a much colder room- a room already inhabited by other meats, skinned and halved cows lining the walls on both sides as Gin stands before him. Exactly how long he's been waiting for him to wake up is unknown- but either way.

The look on his face is all business.

His head feels fuzzy all over again and he's pretty sure the dislocated shoulder's been jerked around again. It's colder here but that seems to dull the pain even more. His vision is starting to blur in and out of focus but he recognizes Gin easily enough.

"Awake?" His voice echoes through the room somewhat, and Gin 'smiles'. "I would say you won't recognize me, but that's clearly not the case," he started, arms crossed behind his back. "You knew enough of me to stalk behind me to this place, exercising considerable caution even- so that begs the question of how you knew...

"And exactly what you were doing at Tokyo Tower in the middle of the night..." There's no need to specify when either- after all, the date is obvious already.

There are really no words to accurately describe just what's going through the poor boy's head let alone his feelings on the matter. He had managed to escape the black organization when he shrank by a stroke of luck. He built up a new identity and laid as low as was possible for him. He'd come so far-for almost two years he managed to fool the organization by living under an assumed name.

And now Gin was going to kill him. Worse, Gin was going to kill Edogawa Conan who he didn't know was actually Kudo Shinichi.

"Oh..." Conan mouthes through some labored breathing, not really aware the gag had been removed. The only thing he was aware of was a sense of numbness that's quickly consuming him as he realizes just how badly he fucked up. There's no other word for it. He fucked up big time.

And now what? How could he possibly talk his way out of this one?

The smile doesn't leave.

Not good. And it's only now that a pipe at the side can be seen from the shadows, now that Gin grabs it. "I'm waiting," he says coolly, calmly taking the pipe in hand and moving toward the boy. "What were you doing. At 'Tokyo Tower'..."

It was stupid to ever leave the house. He knew Gin was far more perceptive than any of the other members. He knew there was a chance he'd get caught-he didn't know that Gin would have recognized him but that didn't change the fact that he had known from the beginning it was a stupid idea.

...It's cold...

To make matters worse Gin is asking about the tower.

...So cold...

About Irish. The memory card-He's shivering and not from fear- The serial murders.

.....Cold...

"The-" His shivering forces the cable binding his hands to rub against his already rubbed raw flesh. "The...case..."

"A case..?" One hand rests on the pole, and the other roughly grabs his chin, lifting it up to force the boy to look him in the eye. Memory tells him this is the boy from the 'Mouri Detective Agency'. The one he'd almost landed a hit on, only to discover it wasn't the target. Cases made sense.

Cases... "Aaah..." The one with the mahjong titles. Regardless. "And yet the case was not the reason you stayed," he hisses. "Or else you would not have launched a skylight at my helicopter, nor moved to protect who you did," the man continues. "So," he asks, grip moving beneath the jaw and tightening somewhat. "Just why would you do that...?"

Conan makes an odd kind of sound as he finds Gin's hand dangerously close to his throat-threatening to choke the life right out of him. He opens his mouth to speak, his ability to lie has been greatly compromised due to the numb feeling in his mind the cold is bringing.

"Th-Th-" He shivers hard.

No, no-no...! The memory slips too far beyond reach as Conan desperately tries to recall that night-that case. Unfortunately the only thing he can remember about it now is running up the tower. "I-I...I c-can't... can't remember."

The hand moves to the pipe again, and briefly it's held before his face. "Think harder," he demands with narrowed eyes, taking a step back to give himself and the pipe he holds some room. "Why did you protect the man at Tokyo Tower..!"

The pipe is swung, and with a dull and sick thud it slams against the boy's side.

To match the sickening thud there's a sickening cry of an seriously injured child. At least two of his ribs must be broken. The faster he breathes the more it hurts. Conclusion- fractured or broken ribs. Good to know that his mind is still somewhat functioning. But now he's focused on the pain and trying to get it go away. Even the cold isn't enough to dull it. Although maybe.. with time...

No... h-he has to think harder-there has to be something-anything! If he answers then he won't get hit again, right? But-But that night-he can't focus. He can't remember! How could he remember? Why is his mind drawing a blank!? Now of all times!?

"I-I... I really don't-" Don't say you don't remember. It'll only get him hit again. Even as messed up as he already is-he knows that much. "I-I only f-followed..."

"Only followed the man who was there? You expect me to believe you would try and protect someone you didn't know from death?" The pipe is brought up again, but it is not swung- you have a chance to speak.

"Give me a single reason why that could be possible..."

"Huh?" The intake of breath hurts and the cold is slowing how fast his heart can pump blood. He can't think. He honestly can't. Somewhere in the back of his mind though, he can hear his voice-his old voice ringing in his ears-

'Is a reason needed?'

"Why..." He winces as he takes a breath. "Why do I-" Another wince. "-Need a r-reason?" It may be a futile effort and painful but Conan tries to readjust himself-only managing to pull on the already dislocated shoulder and upset his newly broken ribs.

"D-does there... have to be... a-a l-logical-" He swallows some of the cold air, biting back the pain. "-mind?"

Ohhh...?

He steps back, a smirk coming over him. "Hnhnhnhnhn..." Well then...

"HnhahaHAHA..." As he turns his back to the boy he shakes his head, pipe gripped tightly in one of his hands. "So you're just a maytr then... A foolish child who's willing to toss their life away like they would a piece of trash! Hnhnhnhnhn... How fitting..."

Gin is going to kill him. Gin is going to kill him! Something akin to panic resonates through him as he starts struggling all over again which only seems to cause more pain. He's has to escape. There must be something-

click-click

His shoes? He makes an attempt to look down at them, suddenly remembering how powerful his shoes could be. Gin has his back turned-for what, Shinichi is sure he doesn't want to know. He glances wildly around but the only thing nearby is a frozen-ah-right.

"S-sorry. B-but I-" But he knows he can't waste time with words as they are costing him an incredible amount of energy right now before lifting his legs up and slamming them into the frozen cow.

Edited 2012-08-13 06:26 (UTC)

Conan's voice snaps his attention over but it's all too late. "Mn-" Without any warning the cow carcass that Conan kicked shatters, its meat frozen solid by the freezer. Chunks of the beef go flying, and the force itself manages to knock the boy's bonds from the hook, sending him to the ground.

Similarly, it is a cow's hip that connects with Gin's head- making his own meeting with darkness all too swift, if at least long enough for the boy to make a break for it...

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