A/N: hola! :D this idea popped into my head a month ago. I hope ya'll will enjoy this series of oneshots. Each story will be based on a line from the viral song "Dumb Ways to Die". Go watch it on YouTube! The animation is downright adorable.

Disclaimer: I wonder if Gosho Aoyama ever reads fanfics of DC/MK...I mean, I do not own Detective Conan nor Magic Kaito nor the song Dumb Ways to Die.

Rating: T (bit of harsh language for this story, you have been warned!)

Set Fire to Your Hair

Click. Click. Flick.

A man with long silver-blond hair was struggling with the lighter in his hands.

"Goddamn piece of shit," he growled, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips. He was ready to chuck the uncooperative device across the room when suddenly-

SWOOSH

Gin dodged the kick aimed to his head. "Not now, Vermouth," he hissed. The blonde woman in front of him smiled playfully.

"That's too bad. I wanted to play," she purred while throwing a punch to the man's gut. The blow was side-stepped by Gin.

He scowled and easily ducked from another jab delivered by his opponent. Vermouth kept coming at him and each time, Gin smoothly evaded her attacks.

This had become a sort-of past time for the two high-ranking operatives. It helped them keep their skills in check, and it certainly wouldn't hurt if the other was severely injured during one of their, ah, sessions. Everyone in the organization knew that they were constantly at each other's throats.

But that information was classified.

The game continued.

Eventually, Gin became bored of the hand-to-hand combat. He twisted from another one of the woman's kicks, grabbed her out stretched leg, and hurled her to the wall. A resounding thwack rang through the room.

Gin sneered at the woman's limp form, "Guess I win today." The man in black once again pulled out his lighter.

After a few tries, a small ember barely lit up the bleak room.

Gin grinned. Finally, he thought. The man slowly leaned in to light his smoke when a glint caught his eye. Another swoosh and knife flew past him, knocking the fire out of his hands. The lighter fell and clattered onto the floor.

He looked up to see Vermouth walking out the door.

Rage filled his empty soul. He reached for his handgun and cocked it at her disappearing silhouette. His anger was burning him up and he felt the heat rising through him, fueling his hate for that goddamn blonde.

Gin was about to take the shot when a stocky man appeared at the doorway.

"A-aniki?" the newcomer asked with an odd expression on his face.

"What, Vodka?" Gin spat and mentally cursed. Why am I surrounded by idiots?

"Y-your hair is on f-ffire," stuttered the other man.

Gin looked down at his hair and, indeed, his silver locks were on fire.

"That bitch!"

The next day at the crime syndicate, no one dared to comment on Gin's new hairstyle. Save for a blonde woman who merely smirked his way.

Tadaaa! First one done :D I originally planned it to be Conan instead of Vermouth attacking Gin, but this one was less serious. A Conan or Kogoro cooking fic was also an option...but come on, Gin's silver hair all up in flames was way better! Fwahahaha!

Thanks for reading! See you at the next one! :D