Title: The True Enemy
Fandom: Detective Conan
Bad Guy: Gin
Theme: #30—the villain of the story
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: Shinichi confronted Gin, demanding to meet the head of the Syndicate.
It had been a long, desperate fight, but finally Kudo Shinichi was able to face his sworn nemesis. At last, he was face to face with the man who had tried to kill him but instead merely succeeding in screwing Shinichi's life up sideways. He had struggled against unbelievable odds to make it.
And now he had the chance to face his enemy, with the full force of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Force behind him. It was a day he would remember forever, accompanied by the prerequisite victory dances and toasts of champagne.
But now that he was nose to nose with Gin, he was content to gloat for the moment. And he had a question to ask as well, one that had been bothering him for quite some time. Now was his chance to ask it. "Your boss, Gin," Shinichi said, unable to keep that triumphant note out of his voice. "Who is he?"
The sole response he got was a glare capable of killing small animals.
"Who's your boss, Gin?" Shinichi repeated. "I demand to meet him."
Gin glared a bit more…and then surprisingly enough, he nodded. "Fine. Have it your way," he snarled, venom in every word; obviously, he did not like being beaten. And he turned around.
Shinichi was prepared to follow, as he expected to be led to the Syndicate's boss. But to his amazement, Gin simply stood there, his back to the detective. Shinichi frowned. "Well?" He normally wasn't this rude, but first of all, Gin didn't deserve any sort of manners from him, and secondly, after everything he had been through, he felt he was entitled to be a little impatient with the whole affair.
"Well what?" Gin growled.
"You said I could meet your boss," Shinichi said. "Where is he?"
"…oh, right," Gin said, and reached up with one gloved hand to remove his hat.
Shinichi stared, eyes four times their normal size, at the back of Gin's head.
Or more specifically, at the face on the back of Gin's head, set right into his hair. It would normally be hidden by his hat, but now was perfectly visible. Two dark eyes, a protruding nose, and a narrow mouth, with the rest of Gin's hair hanging down like a very long beard.
The face yawned; then its eyes zoomed in on Shinichi, and it frowned. "What is the meaning of this?" it asked in a gravelly voice. "Gin! Why did you disturb me? I was taking a nap!"
"I apologize, Boss, but the punk wanted to meet you," Gin replied in the most polite manner that Shinichi had ever heard from the murderer. Granted, if this was his boss, that made sense.
Shinichi blinked owlishly. "Your boss is…"
"My hair," Gin said flatly. "Who did you expect?"
PS. I've had this mental image for eons, and I decided to just use it to get it out of my head. My best friend Kat and I are convinced that Gin's hair is the real Boss of the Syndicate—ergo, he is the true villain of the story. And with this little piece of silliness, I conclude this challenge. I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!