Fandom: Detective Conan
Bad Guy: Gin
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: It had been a boring night until…
A bunch of the Syndicate members (many of them code-names) had gotten together one otherwise-boring night for a good ol’ fashioned movie night. Their movies of choice?
The Godfather trilogy, of course. Most of them had seen it before. But that didn’t stop them from cheering at the scene where the man woke up to find the severed horse head in his bed. Glorious. Absolutely brilliant.
Still, it had been a long day for some of them—that was not very surprising, what with all the murdering and blackmail and arson they did in a good day’s work. And by the end of the movie, one of them had fallen asleep. Most of the others were so wrapped up in the movie that they didn’t notice until a small snore punctuated the credits.
A quick look around proved that the source of the snore was one of the Syndicate’s most terrifying members, Gin.
Who was currently out cold with his fedora at a jaunty angle over his eyes.
It didn’t take long for them to decide that now was a good time to mess with him. He couldn’t kill them for it! A couple of them were fairly high-ranking members, on par with Gin himself! It would make the Boss very, very unhappy if he tried! Vodka was the only one who looked nervous.
After a short consultation, they decided to go with the old standby. It didn’t take terribly long to set up, and within a few minutes they were all scattering from the room, laughing to themselves at what they had done in a moment of impulse and total immaturity. It had been a boring night until that.
Twenty minutes later, they all heard the roar of fury.
And immediately following that, many of them saw the fearsome Gin stalking through the hallways with a face full of shaving cream. A full covert camera flashes went off, but otherwise no one got in his way. He was muttering to himself, and that was usually a sign that something was due to blow up.
And no matter how funny it really was, none of them wanted to risk being that something.
PS. Meh. Short and sort of stupid, but the mental image pleased me. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!