candyland | Missing (30 Evil Deeds: Gin) (Reply)

Title: Missing
Author: Candyland
Fandom: Detective Conan
Bad Guy: Gin
Theme: #8—rusty chains
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 he came back, she was gone.

Her fate had been decided. All that was left was the execution.

In every sense of the word.

With Vodka right at his heels, Gin made his way back up to the lab. He walked through it and headed towards the room where they’d left their little traitor to await her fate. He opened the door, grinning sadistically from ear to ear. “Hello, Sherry—“ The words froze on his tongue, and his smile faltered.

He’d half been expecting to find her dead there; she just seemed the cowardly type who would rather take her own life than be subjected to the Syndicate’s rather unique form of justice. The rest of him believed that her cowardice extended to the point that it would prevent her from suicide.

But even Gin was surprised to walk into the room…and find it empty. The only sign that Sherry had been there at all were the handcuffs they’d used to chain her, still dangling from the pipe. Without that, it would have seemed that the treacherous girl had never even been in the room.

Behind him, Vodka gasped. “W-where is she?” the shorter man sidestepped his superior and went into the small prison room, looking around but finding nothing at all.

Gin took in the scene with a cold, critical eye. She certainly hadn’t killed herself, at least not in this room—the body would have been there, obviously. The place had no windows, and they’d just come through the only door. Granted, they had left that door unlocked, figuring the chain was enough to keep her from leaving, but there was no sign that the cuffs had been broken.

It was almost as though she had simply disappeared.

That thought led him to briefly wonder if she had taken that poison she was so dutifully developing. He’d glanced at the lab records, and in a few very rare cases, the test mice had displayed a strange side effect: they’d shrunk to the point of disappearing. But he shook that thought off as well. Even if she had taken the poison and undergone that same physical transformation, her clothes would have been left behind. Yet all that remained was the chain.

Somehow, she had slipped her bonds and escaped. The question was simply how.

“Aniki…” Vodka was saying something to him.

Gin silenced him with a look. “She can’t have gone far,” he said shortly. Walking into the room, to the spot where Sherry had been left on the floor, he knelt and reached down to catch something there between two fingers: one strand of honey-colored hair. A murderous smile slid across the killer’s face. “Alert the boss. Our little traitor has flown the coop.”

It seemed their games would be postponed for a later time. In the meantime…

Let the hunt begin.

PS. I resisted as long as I could, but I was goaded into this. I particularly blame jeva_chan—CURSE J00! *shakes fist in the air* So yeah, I’m going to play with Gin for a bit now too. As a general rule, these will probably be shorter than my usual challenge fics. Don’t expect these all to be serious, either. I promise you, there will be some nice crack-fics along the way.

Thanks for reading, everyone. Much love!

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