Fandom: Detective Conan
Bad Guy: Gin
Theme: #12—just between us for now
Disclaimer: Own Detective Conan, I do not. Own the characters, Gosho Aoyama does. Making money off them, I am not. Borrow and write about them, I merely do. Talk like Yoda, I must.
Summary: When it came right down to it, he didn’t have any human connections.
He was one who always followed orders.
It was never an issue for him, really. He had never been given an order that had given him a second thought about carrying it out. Nothing really seemed to bother him, and if a few people were caught in the crossfire and killed, so be it.
That attitude was one of the reasons that he had risen through the Syndicate ranks so quickly.
In many ways, he was the perfect agent.
Even when his instructions were to take the life of a fellow Syndicate member, he did not flinch. As far as he was concerned, a person who had outlived their usefulness or become a nuisance should be dispatched of. If he had to put a personal reason to it, it might only be that at some point the target might become a bother to him.
Overall, he really didn’t care.
Business was business.
When this assignment came, it was the first one he had ever actually glanced at twice. He felt a very rare flash of surprise not because of what he was being asked to do, but because he had been unaware that such an action was needed.
But again, business was business and orders were orders.
And when the moment came, he raised the gun.
He did notice the look of shock on the man’s face, though it was obscured by his ever-present sunglasses. But there wasn’t time to worry about it. He took aim, and fired, killing one of the few who had been close to him at point-blank range as easily as he would kill a complete stranger.
As was his custom when he wasn’t in a hurry after the actual killing, he spared a moment to inhale—the scent of blood and fear and death. It was a heady rush, and rather addictive. He enjoyed it.
Then, with one last look down at the bulky form of his former partner, he turned and walked away from the death scene, having been the only witness to his death. That was one of the things he rather liked about these assignments. The silence of death, something kept just between the killer and the victim.
But really, he was just following orders.
PS. Sociopathic trait for this one is “Incapable of real human attachment to another.” I think I’ve done both sides of the “Vodka dies” coin in this challenge. With only two themes left to write for, this will be the last of the Socio stories. Hope you enjoyed. We’re almost done! Thanks for reading, all! Much love!