Title: The Root of All Evil
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: The slightly crackish story of how Gin became Evil.
Once upon a time, there was a little boy.
This little boy had a pretty crappy life all around. He wasn't needy or anything, but his parents were never home, always away on business. They didn't have a lot of time for their son, and so he was frequently left to his own devices.
School was no better. He was different from the others, and so he always stood out from the crowd, never quite fitting in. Granted, that might also have had something to do with his hair. The boy had insanely long blonde hair. He didn't know why it looked that way—it just always had, and he didn't question it. His hair had been like that for as long as he could remember.
One of his classmates (possibly the only kid in class who was stranger than he was) told him that she sensed much evil about him…and felt that it might somehow be tied into his hair. The boy told his classmate to go do something very rude involving the classroom's chalkboard eraser, three pencils, and a yard of mosquito netting.
He then briefly pondered as to whether or not his classmate was right…and then shrugged it off and went about scribbling disturbing doodles in the margins of his school notebooks. No sense in worrying about such minor details.
Then one day, the boy found a stray kitten hiding in the bushes outside the front door of his house. It was a very small black kitten, and its tail had gotten tangled in a branch. The boy freed the kitten and picked it up. He momentarily considered setting it on fire, but when it mewed at him, he suddenly realized something he hadn't thought possible.
He did have a heart.
And the kitten was tugging at it.
Resigning himself to this unpleasant epiphany, he took the kitten inside to find it something to eat. And so a beautiful, if slightly strange friendship began.
When the boy was around the pet kitten he had so lovingly and uncreatively named Blackie, he didn't feel quite so alone. He could talk to his pet kitten, and the kitten would never judge him. He took Blackie places, and showed Blackie different things. While he did his homework, Blackie would sit on his desk. They did everything together.
For the first time, the boy realized that he could love another being. And he started to wonder if maybe he could actually find it in himself to be a good person, instead of the evil monster he had always contemplated becoming. He even thought about cutting his hair.
And then the unthinkable happened.
The boy was outside playing Tag with Blackie when suddenly the kitten shot ahead…just as a car pulled into the driveway. And the boy stood on the grass and watched in absolute horror as his beloved pet, his only friend, was run over by the car.
While he was standing there, stunned, the car door opened, and his father climbed out. "Hello, son!" he said cheerfully. "I'm home!" He only paused long enough to pat his son on the head before strolling nonchalantly into the house, completely ignorant of what he had just done.
That night, the house burned down. The married couple who lived there died in the blaze. Their only child, a boy with slightly psychotic tendencies and potentially evil hair, was not found.
Eventually, the boy grew up (as boys will do) into a man. An evil man. And at some point along the line, he joined a massive Syndicate (also evil) and became an assassin. It was relatively easy career choice to make, after all.
He was given the codename Gin within this Black Organization, and quickly became one their most respected and most feared agents. No one could touch him, no one could catch him, and no one could survive an encounter with him and his Blonde Hair of Evil. He was invincible!
…until he crossed paths with a young, up-and-coming detective named Kudo Shinichi, who not only survived, but actually came back to bring Gin and his entire Syndicate down. And Gin found himself under arrest and in prison.
It was strange, though. As he sat in his cell awaiting trial, the guards swore they heard him constantly muttering to himself—something about 'father' and 'kitten.'
It was very odd.
PS. I blame this/dedicate this to SoulSeeker. Totally. Anyway, the first couple stories here should give you a pretty decent indication of what you're in for throughout this challenge. Namely, there shall be serious fics, and there shall be crack, and there might even be some things in the middle. This? Crack. Not claiming it to be anything else.
Yes, before you even ask, I am wrong in the head. I'll just sit here and wait for someone to come and lynch me for this. Thanks for reading, all. Much love!