Disclaimer: Detective Conan belongs to Aoyama Gosho.

How Black Is Black

Gin was sitting in his office with his legs propped up on the desk, smoking his daily pack of cigarette, and reading the newspaper (The Daily Mafian) when he heard Vodka's exclamation of disbelief come from the mailroom.

"What are all these junk?" Vodka shouted.

Gin heard Vermouth say something like "your greatest fans."

Lucky man, Gin thought and sighed. All he got was the phone bill.

"But these people are so stupid!"

Like dissolves like, Gin noted idly and flipped a page of the newspaper.

"'Dearest Vodka...'" Vodka must be reading off one of the letters. But then again, Gin wasn't so sure. Anything can happen with Vodka. "'Why do you wear sunglasses day and night?'"

Gin looked up from the newspaper so abruptly that some of the ash from his cigarette dropped onto his black jacket. Not that he noticed, since he was busy contemplating on why Vodka wore sunglasses day and night. How come he'd never wondered about that? He made a mental note to kill those fans for thinking faster than he did.

"Every one of these letters has this dumb question. This is like the most obvious thing! What is it they don't get?"

Could've fooled me, Gin thought and was all ears to hear Vodka's reason for wearing sunglasses day and night.

"You wear sunglasses and the whole world becomes black! Isn't black our Organization's color?"

Gin went back to his newspaper.