Title: Han Bun

WARNING! THIS IS A MALE MALE PAIRING, not your cup of tea? Don't read then.

Catagory: Meitantei Konan/Detective Conan(Case Closed)

Pairing: Gin & Shinichi

Facts to keep in mind for this story: This is a soul bond fic, so they will take on characteristics of the other person. Um... I don't know a whole hell of a lot about this category, so I'm making that up as I go. This is a random fic about Gin and Shinichi learning to coming to terms with the fact they share two halves to one soul. Also I am a huge fan of slow burn, if you are somehow unaware of what that is it means that the romance is slow to blossom and not instant. I hate instant romance, they are terrible, and I am now rambling sorry.

Anyways last note in reference to this story actually: I'm not watching the show at present, so characters will probably be a little OC.

Japanese Translations:

Han bun- one half

Aniki- usually this means older brother, but in context with Vodka it means Partner.

Moshi Moshi- hello (phone greeting)

Keibu- Inspector & Keiji- Officer

Bozu- brat

Hakase- professor

Names in full uppercase mean a change in Point of View to that character.

GIN

He hadn't put his full weight into the swing the bat, the slow fall of the meddlesome detective brat as it made contact with his temple made him smirk with evil satisfaction. He motioned for Vodka to finish up his end of the blackmail deal, and to be quick about it. The barely conscious detective reached out, wrapping strangely strong fingers around the hem of his black trench coat, it appeared that Gin would need to be more thorough with this one.

The blond reached into his pocket pulling out the Organization's new experimental poisons, he removed his glove with his teeth, some idiot had arranged the packaging so that you had to be able to use your fingernails to remove the poisons. So with his bare hand he reached down to pull the detective brat's face up, it was the worst mistake Gin had ever made. As his fingers caressed the young man's face he felt a jolt of pain in his temple, a lesser man would have jumped back at the sensation, but not the blond.

He released the boy's face, and replaced the loosened capsule in the annoying packaging from hell. Vodka returned, with a soft nod to indicate his work was done, Gin stood back up slowly and took a deep breath. The blond placed the poisons in his pocket and pulled his gloves back on slowly. He gave his partner a glance that left the shorter man confused.

"What is it Aniki?" the portly agent whispered. They looked down at the detective, the boy was still holding onto the blond's coat tightly. "Should I…"

"No," Gin answered, "I'll take care of it, you go on ahead. I'll meet you at the car in fifteen minutes." Vodka nodded, and walked off into the underbrush towards the parking lot.

"Do you… understand?" the detective asked in a quiet voice.

"Not particularly, nor do I care. Stay away from me detective," the blond answered as he lifted the boy up, "I am going to leave you closer to the theme park, and you are not going to tell a living soul about what me or my associate was doing here."

"You… you can't just leave," the boy detective whispered, "don't you understand?" Gin did not understand, at least how this had happened under these circumstances to him. He had used this as a method to kill before, and it was terrifying to discover that the same thing that could happen to him. He didn't want anything to do with this kid… this kid who happened to be the other half of his soul mind you.

"I understand enough bozu," the blond countered, "it's the only reason I didn't just poison you. You were with a girl earlier, should I leave you with her?" There was a headache blooming where he had hit the teenager earlier.

"Ran… she can help me home," he agreed wincing as the blond shifted how he was carrying the detective as the police started running past, "ask for Megure keibu… he'll find Ran for me."

"I do not deal with police well, as I'm sure you will have guessed by now detective," the blond countered mildly irritated, "call your friend, I'll make sure she arrives before I leave, that's it." The detective looked rather upset, and not about the head wound. The teenager pulled out his cell phone, hitting the call button firmly. Gin could hear the ringing from where the teenager was holding it.

"Moshi Moshi? Shinichi? Shinichi where are you?"the girl, most likely Ran, asked worriedly, "SHINICHI?"

"Ran… please just listen," the detective looked tired. His bright blue eyes looked up with a pleading expression. Gin sighed, and set the boy down taking his phone.

"Your friend hit his head and isn't feeling well," the blond started.

KUDOU SHINICHI

Shinichi watched his would be killer explain to his best friend where to find him. He had always thought his mother's comments about true soul mates had been odd, now having met his… it made so much more sense. That you'd know your soul mate when you looked into their eyes and found yourself lost. When at first touch you could feel whatever was most prominent on their mind, the blond's mind had been so… cruel and cold. After the blond realized what happened, which Shinichi could tell he had, worry had set in, inescapable worry. Shinichi didn't understand why his soul mate was so worried about.

Then the man said that was the only reason he hadn't poisoned him, the man was a cold hearted killer. Shinichi would have laughed if he wasn't so sure the man was about to leave. There was a buried sense that the reason wasn't because this man didn't care, it was more of the idea that he would be in more danger were he to remain than if he were to go. The blond was uneasy about the idea, but at least he knew there was a bond between them.

'You can't just leave when Ran gets here… if you do… it would be the same as poisoning me,' Shinichi thought desperately, he was losing his battle to remain conscious. The blond seemed to noticed and frowned pulling him up into more of a seated position, the shift did help a little with the horrific headache.

"You can't just run away… it doesn't work like that," he whispered, the blond glowered clearly irritated at the statement.

"I can't stay either, you are a detective, you can already see why," the blond growled, "it would get me killed or you would end up having to arrest me. Either way ends with this-" the blond gestures between the two of them, "-not working." Shinichi resisted the urge to sigh at the other.

"Not safe," he replied through heavy breaths, he was fighting off unconsciousness with all he had. It would be easier if the blond would just apply some skin contact and pull away some of the pain.

"That's the first sense you've made all night," the blond muttered moving to lean against a nearby tree, "it's not safe for this to be between us. It will get you killed."

The words weighed heavily on Shinichi, the blond didn't know then, he was only thinking about the circumstantial dangers of someone getting to Shinichi to get rid of himself. What he didn't realize that if he didn't finish this bond they would both die anyways. Right now the damage was reversible, but if it went as Shinichi was beginning to suspect it was going to go… There was going to be a very high chance both of them were going to die anyways. How to get this across without aggravating the blond, he needed him to know what to look for.

"Incomplete bond," he responded with clenched teeth, "deadly… for… bo—"

GIN

The teenager had passed out mid statement, but the look of complete concern on his face amidst all the effort was unmistakable. Gin was missing something, and it did not bode well. His friend wasn't too far away, she wasn't exactly quiet thumping through the forest. As she came to a halt in front of him he pointed over at her friend before vanishing into the brush silently.

"Shinichi, wake up… SHINICHI!" he could hear if even as he retreated further towards the parking lot. Vodka was standing there waiting patiently, and Gin handed him the keys for the vehicle they had taken today.

"What's going on Aniki?" the portly agent inquired as he unlocked the car and slid in. Gin shook his head slowly before turning to look back at the forest one last time.

"Do you remember what that detective brat's name was?" he asked, it occurred to him he should at least try to remember the teenager's name.

"No, you didn't think it was important before," the portly agent responded turning over the engine with a smooth motion.

"That was before certain facts made themselves known to me. First thing is first however, we need to get that case deposited," the blond instructed, "you know where to go." Vodka nodded, and the two agents were on their way.

MOURI RAN

Ran looked at her friend in concern, she had barely gotten a look at the blond man before he vanished. Shinichi was pale, and she could see the blood running off his temple. She called Megure keibu, and the police inspector was there to help in a few minutes. She didn't mention the blond because she was more concerned about the tremors running through Shinichi's body at present. It took her a moment, but she realized what was going on.

"Stop, all of you need to put on gloves immediately!" she yelled releasing her friend's hand instantly. The police officers looked at her like she had just grown a second head or something, "he's just bonded to someone, our touch is sending him into sensory overload right now." At her explanation the inspector nodded and the rest of the force carrying Shinichi's unconscious body quickly complied.

"Are you sure that's what this is Ran kun?" Megure asked while the remaining members of the team pulled on their gloves.

"Yes, Kudou okuusan made me read over the materials she had as well Shinichi. This is one of the indicators, particularly one of an uncompleted bond. His body will reject all touch until he is grounded again by his bondmate. Until then the best we can do is avoid skin to skin contact until the bondmate can be reached," Ran recited, "I'll call his parents, they'll be the most qualified to care for him."

"That sounds like a wise idea, but where can we take him in the meantime?" Megure asked worried about the teenager that was already improving by following Ran's instructions.

"We can take him home, it would be best in fact," Ran thought aloud, "Agasa hakase has also read through the literature, he can care for him until Yukiko and Yusaku return." Megure nodded, and with that the first pieces started to fall into place.

VERMOUTH

The blonde was enjoying herself by annoying the ever living shit out of Gin when she got the panicked call from Yukiko chan. Her son had bonded to a stranger, and now they couldn't find him. What make things worse about that was that it was killing Shin chan, Ran chan was canvassing the area looking for the man according to her friend. Vermouth reluctantly agreed to go meet up with Ran chan to do what she could to help.

"Well Gin appears someone is looking out for you today, an old friend just asked for my help," Vermouth smiled, "catch you later boys!" The two other agents stared at her with something akin to unease. It then occurred to her that something about Gin seemed off, like he looked unwell. Vermouth waved it off as her coworker's naturally frozen disposition. Yukiko had suggested that she check in with Ran at Tropical Land first, seeing as her son's long time friend had actually seen who they were looking for to save her son's life.

Ran noticed her right away, whether or not she recognized that she was Chris or Sharon Vineyard she would never know. The brunette waved her over and sat down warily at a nearby bench. She clearly didn't know what to do, and was looking appropriately mortified about the situation.

"Are you Yukiko's friend from America?" she asked, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. Vermouth nodded, and the girl started to sob.

"What's wrong Angel?" Vermouth asked. The girl really did start crying at that point.

"Shinichi kun may die, and it's all my fault. If only I hadn't insisted that we come here, then Shinichi would still be okay," she rubbed at her eyes, "Shinichi didn't even want to come, but he promised if I won the karate tournament he would take me. Now he's dying because of an incomplete bond…" Vermouth wrapped an arm around the distraught girl's shoulder and shushed her like she was a small child all over again.

"Don't worry little Angel, he'll be alright. So who are we looking for?" Vermouth asked, she had a feeling she already knew. There was someone fitting Ran's timeline, and was certainly stubborn enough to just abandon their sudden bond mate like she was suggesting. Any normal being would stick around and ask questions…

"He spoke to me briefly, told me Shinichi was feeling unwell, even lead me to where he was. Then he vanished once I was attending to Shinichi," she explained thinking about it carefully, "he was a tall man, with long blond hair—"

"Piercing green eyes, and a fondness for dark clothing?" Vermouth interrupted feeling a bitter taste in her mouth.

"Why yes, yes he was wearing all dark clothing, and I think his eyes were green. I couldn't tell in the dark light then, Shinichi would know. He spoke in a gravelly tone, like he smoked a lot or something, he also had this sort of slur… kind of like an accent of a sort," Ran looked at her with pleading eyes, "but how could you possibly know that? You weren't even there that night…"

"He's an acquaintance of mine, he's been acting… strange since the date Yukiko told me about. He fits the description you told me about, and his personality dictates that he would leave as soon as you showed up to help," Vermouth explained thinking about it seriously, "and under normal circumstances Shin kun would be dead. He must not have realized that they had bonded to that level, otherwise you might never have seen Shin kun in that state."

"You know him, the tall blond man?" Ran questioned, "what do you mean Shinichi would normally be dead?"

"I'm sure that answer will become obvious soon enough, but right now we need to get him to little Shin kun," Vermouth explained, "do you have a copy of Yukiko chan's address for me? It's been a while since I visited." Ran nodded and wrote out the address for her, Vermouth gave her a quick hug and pulled out her cell with a deep set scowl.

GIN

In a twist of fate he had become an unintentional bond mate for some random child, how kami sama must in fact hate his guts. He stood there staring down Vermouth as she described in detail exactly what was happening to the boy because he wasn't there to ease the pain of their bonding. Much to his surprise it sounded incredibly painful and not something he would have willingly put up with for two weeks while waiting for his other half to pull his head out of his ass.

"He's dying you idiot, and if he dies you do," the other blonde growled, "your earlier stupidity almost killed you both."

"You think I haven't noticed?" the assassin barked back at her, "what do you expect me to do about it? I don't know his name, I don't even know where the hell to go to fix this." His teeth were gritted with the subtle pain filtering across the bond. The teenager at the other end was in excruciating pain, and here he was sitting through her lecture at him about improper bond shit.

"I did anticipate that," she answered with a frown as she handed him a piece of paper, "I will call ahead so they know to expect you, you happened to bond to my former best friend's son." The blonde explained with an exasperated expression.

"I don't trust you," he ground out taking the piece of paper without really looking at it, "you over complicate easy to solve situations." They both knew that reference was a direct 'shoot first then ask questions' or 'don't play games with your mark since they are going to die anyways'.

"See here's the thing, I like that kid a lot more than I like you," she pointed out, "I don't want him to die because you're an asshole that can't bond correctly. His parents happen to also be a bonded pair, so they have all the literature you could want on the subject."

"You are not going," he growled out insistently, Vermouth looked at him stone faced.

"Well of course not, that's against the rules to protect the bonded pair," she looked like she wanted to call him a moron, but thought better of it. After a couple minutes he only had one more question.

"What is his name?"

To Be Continued...

A/N: This is a project I started because I wanted more Gin/Shinichi fics, and people kept requesting more of them when I was being... active. A New Method of Persuasion is not dead... well, not really. I just don't like the chapter I'm working on currently. Also my mom died two weeks after I posted that one so... I'm kind of traumatized from that. It was sudden, and VERY unexpected. I've swapped jobs twice, and gotten a really obnoxious puppy since.