I DO NOT OWN DC, Aoyama Gosho does

Imagine if Shinichi grew up in the BO, what would that life be like? No flares please, this is just an experiment I am trying.

Pairing: Shinichi x Shiho

Chapter 1: The Killer

"Another typical, sunny day in Beika, children going to school, adults going to work, a day like any other" a cold yet handsome, well built, raven colored haired young man observed behind his scope on his Rugger point 22

model K10/22PPF on the roof of an office building. To most people, this young man couldn't have looked older than seventeen years old and should be in school, moaning about the homework load in high school and going on

dates with girls; however, few knew that he was the youngest assassin in the world's most dangerous organization, The Black Organization. "Okay, target's going to come out from the front entrance in five" A female voice called

out to him through his headphones. "Nervous, cool-guy?" the voice taunted. "Take care of your own problems before butting your nose in mine, Vermouth." He retorted coldly and cut the line. He focused himself and got

comfortable, lying on his stomach, perfectly still, holding his breath. Five seconds later, a plump, middle-aged man came out from the front entrance of the bank with six bodyguards around him; Chardonnay waited for the perfect

moment for the man to walk dead center into his aiming point and he fired without hesitation with coldness in his eyes. The Rugger was indeed his weapon of choice, it wasn't especially deadly but it had one advantage over all

the over the other snipers; it was light and compact. Chardonnay only needed to remove two screws and he was able to separate the barrel and the trigger mechanism from the stock. The stock itself could fold in two; therefore it

could be easily transported in a sports bag, without having to draw unwanted attention to himself. It was the first thing Master Sharova, the weapons expert, had told him when he trained as a assassin. Even the bullets

Chardonnay used were utterly unique; he personally drilled small holes in the head of the bullet. The shock of air as the bullet hit its target would cause extra damage than a normal bullet. Another thing was that once the bullet

hits the target, the bullet will shatter into pieces too many to reconstruct, making it impossible to track. As soon as the bullet left the barrel and towards its target, Chardonnay unpacked his Rugger and scowled when it took him

a forty five seconds, "Still not good enough" Chardonnay thought to himself. And he left the roof and quickly disguised himself as a rugged looking man in his early thirties, disguising one's self was crucial in his line of work. He

went into the elevator pressed the down button, waited for the elevator to rise and went in. It took him less than two minutes coming down and seeing chaos across the street; he walked closer and saw his target dead, a large

blood pool surrounding the dead body. Chardonnay smiled with glee and turned around and disappeared from plane sight.

Chardonnay walked into a public telephone booth and slowly dialed a number, "Target neutralized" he said emotionlessly. "A job well done, my boy, my, my, you are certainly becoming a celebrity around here" the silky,

smooth voice replied. "Thanks boss" Chardonnay replied. "I'm coming back to base", he said coldly. "You know, my dear protégé, it won't hurt for you to enjoy life for a while...ever since you came to my door twelve years ago,

all bruised and battered, you did nothing but learn how to kill, tell you what, you have the rest of the day off." The silky voice responded. "Understood boss, I'll see you back at base…" Chardonnay said, trying to keep his disbelief

out of his voice. "Good bye, oh by the way, Vermouth is waiting for you at the next curb, you two have fun…try not to act like a cold hearted killer." Then the phone went dead in Chardonnay's hand, he sneered and went out of

the booth. As the boss predicted, a young brunette who looked around her early twenties was waiting for him at the next curb, wearing a white turtleneck sweater and dark blue jeans. He recognized Vermouth in disguise already

as he narrowed his electrifying blue cobalt eyes. "Interesting choice", was his replied as he climbed into her car and placed his Rugger in the back seat. Vermouth just scowled as she climbed into the driver's seat and started

the engine. The streets of Beika were awfully quiet as the silver Mercedes Benz McLaren Roadster sped pass the streets. Chardonnay turned on the radio and tuned into the news channel, "Multibillionaire dies from bullet in the

chest, no suspects nor witnesses discovered. This is the twentieth case in ten months " The news reporter claimed. "Stupid cops, they just don't learn" Chardonnay sneered. Vermouth smirked back at him, "And how would Mr. I

Don't Ever Miss A Shot want to spend the rest of his day?", "Its nearly lunch time, you want to go to that new Italian Restaurant two blocks down?" Chardonnay replied while pulling the disguise off of him, "What are you doing,

Chardonnay?" Vermouth asked. "Following orders, we might have unwanted attention if you looked ten years younger than me. People might think that I am a married man whose having an affair with a woman ten years

younger than he is and that alone can cause a lot of attention." Vermouth muffled a laugh, "I didn't know Chardonnay cared about the opinions of others." Chardonnay responded coldly, "Only when I'm not busy being the

executioner." They arrived at the restaurant and went in. "Table for two please" Vermouth said as warm as she could. "Of course, right this way", the waitress replied, with a blush when she saw Chardonnay. "Looks like you

attracted attention already" Vermouth taunted in a small voice. Chardonnay said nothing sat down in a chair and read the menu, oblivious to all the girl's turning their heads towards him, making all the men in the restaurant go

green with envy. After what seemed like an eternity, Vermouth and Chardonnay came out of the restaurant, "Wow, you definitely set a new eating record Chardonnay. Don't you feel bored, watching me eat for an hour and a

half?" Vermouth teased. Chardonnay remained silent at this and responded, "Let's go back to base…" and they climbed back into the Mercedes McLaren and slowly went to the Japanese Head Quarters of the Black Organization.

People cowered in fear inside the facility as Vermouth and Chardonnay walked past them. Even though he was a newbie, Chardonnay exhibited talents that were beyond the organization's top killer, Gin. Plus he was the protégé

of the boss; he was like a son to him. Vermouth finally pulled off her disguise, letting her movie star looks fly free. They arrived at the elevators, "Ok, the boss wants to see me now, maybe it's a new assignment. I'll see you

around." Chardonnay said with a shrug, "Oh if you're going in the elevator, can you bring these reports to the drugs and poisons department. It will be even better if you bring them to a chemist named Shiho Miyano."

Chardonnay grunted but agreed. He was clearly displeased as the elevator doors closed. Vermouth shrugged and then went to the firearms room.

Chardonnay arrived at the drugs and poisons department and wondered which lab belonged to Shiho Miyano when he saw the name Shiho Miyano/Sherry name tagged to a lab. He knocked, "Go away, stay away from me,

you are strictly off limits" a female voice shouted at him. Chardonnay felt cold hatred rising in him, no one had ever commanded him besides his boss, he opened the door and replied icily, "Who do you think you are to command

me?" The strawberry blonde haired girl was shocked but a poker face slid across her face. She had heard of the young man standing before her from the people in her department, the cold and handsome seventeen-year-old killer

who had managed to kill twenty people within ten months and had severely maimed Gin to the point where Gin was begging for death in a fight. Shiho had seen many killers come and go but he was something different, he was

more terrifying than all of them put together. Shiho was terrified yet mesmerized by him, "His cobalt blue eyes are really beautiful," she thought to herself. "Vermouth wanted me to give you these reports" Chardonnay replied

without any hint of emotions, he set them down on a table and begin to leave but found himself unable to resist looking at the chemist's face once more and inhaling her strawberry scented perfume… "What is this I'm feeling?"

Chardonnay wondered as he stared deep into Shiho's turquoise blue eyes, it lasted for a mere three seconds and Chardonnay whirled around and left a bewildered chemist at his wake.

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