M'kay, I figured out after years of having a writer's block, that I was just putting too much pressure on myself to post perfect chapters… So this series might tone down in word count as I try to have more fun with the scenes I have in mind and try not to focus on scenes that I don't have any inspiration for. That was the purpose of this series, to just get rid of plot bunnies.

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Warnings: Some OoCness in this scene. It's a little bit different from the norm :)

Have fun~!

Reverse'verse - Chapter 1: That situation

"You're worrying Nee-chan, you know?"

Shinichi jumped at the sudden comment. He and Hattori had been casually strolling through Beika park, after the latter – as usual – had appeared out of nowhere to hang out with Conan. There had been a lull in the conversation before Hattori's sudden comment.

"What do you mean?" he asked, looking up at the dark-skinned detective. Hattori was looking at him from the corner of his eyes, a serious look on his face that Shinichi rarely saw.

"Your behaviour," Hattori said. "It's off, even Nee-chan noticed it."

Returning his gaze forward, Shinichi stuffed his hands inside his pockets with a little more force than necessary. "So she sicced you in on me," he said, trying to keep his face annoyed. Though Hattori was the least of his worries right now, which was saying something.

"I don't blame her. Your behaviour is off."

Shinichi shrugged. "How so, oh great Detective of the West?"

He felt Hattori's gaze, but didn't turn to look at him, afraid that his face may betray what he was feeling on the inside.

"The second I stepped inside the Mouri Agency I noticed something was wrong. I messed up your name again, yet you didn't even respond. Besides that, once we left the agency you were unusually quiet, and nervous. You keep looking at everyone who comes too close, and I think you're freaking out that woman, Kudo."

Blinking, Shinichi realized he had indeed been staring at a woman walking a few feet away. The woman was nervously looking back and forth between him and some point in the distance. Right, kids don't have such serious, calculating eyes.

He sighed. The words 'it's nothing' were in his mouth, but he swallowed them as he knew Hattori wouldn't let it go. In spite of that he still felt hesitant to actually tell the other. After what that man had told him, he wasn't exactly sure who to trust anymore. "I'd rather not talk about it."

"You look like you need to talk about it though," Hattori replied, sounding offended.

Shinichi stayed quiet for a while. As he mulled over his feelings, he realized that, yes, he wanted – needed to talk to someone. If he didn't, he'd go mad sooner or later. But was Hattori the one he could confide into?

"Hattori?" he said eventually, though it was quite unnecessary as he still had the other's full attention. "Can I trust you?" he asked, biting his lip as he knew how the other was going to respond.

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Hattori said indignantly. "I'm your best friends, of course you can trust me!"

Wincing, Shinichi wasn't certain what to say. The only way Hattori would understand why he was doubting him, was if he were to tell him about that situation. Which was the problem, because he wasn't sure if he could trust Hattori enough to tell him about that situation. Kind of like the chicken and the egg dilemma, always going around in circles.

"Kudo? How'd you get the idea that you can't trust me?" Hattori said more softly, probably realizing the turmoil Shinichi was going through.

"I just- Last week, I," he tried to come up with a sentence but couldn't finish any of them, too many thoughts racing inside his mind.

Suddenly there was a hand on his shoulder and he looked up into foliage green eyes. "Kudo," Hattori began slowly, crouching down so he was on Conan's level – inside his mind Shinichi cursed at that. "You have the uncanny ability to know who is trustworthy. Just use that and make a decision, I promise not to get angry."

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" Shinichi grumbled, thinking back to the two other people who had told him the exact same thing.

"What?" Hattori said, frowning.

Shinichi waved it off. "Not important," he said simply, then took a deep breath and looked at his Western counterpart. Without consciously thinking about it, he took in all the clues he could find. He tried to search for any lies, but found no indication of that in Hattori's face.

Though he knew that Hattori's expression could be fake – KID could probably do an exact replica of it – deep down a conclusion was made inside Shinichi's mind. He could trust Hattori. How he knew it, he couldn't say, it was just a conclusion he'd come up with and no matter what he didn't doubt it.

"Alright," Shinichi said with a sigh, raking a hand through his hair in discomfort. Hattori's grin was beaming, and he got up once again and continued walking with a slight bounce in his step. Who's the child here? Shinichi thought, but knew better than to voice it.

"So? What happened?" Hattori asked, once the shrunken detective had caught up to him.

"Last Friday, Occhan had a case, and…" Shinichi began, putting his hands in his pockets.

It was official: he had a death wish.

After all, if he wanted to live, he wouldn't keep putting himself into these kinds of situations. He'd survived being poisoned, getting shot, being caught in multiple explosions, being drowned, jumping off or being thrown off of high places, throwing around in general now that he was talking about it – thanks Occhan – and did he mention all the times he was kidnapped?

His life was really messed up as he considered most of these events as 'normal'. Haibara would be scowling at him so hard right now. Especially since his current situation topped all the charts. Like if it wasn't enough the first time he'd snuck after Vodka when the man had been snooping around, he had to do it a second time.

To be fair, if he didn't pull stunts like these he'd never take down the crime syndicate that ruined his life. So when he'd seen Vodka snooping around the crime scene Occhan had been called to, naturally Shinichi had followed him.

The black cladded man had sped off to the annex that was used as a storage room all the way at the edge of the property the murder had taken place at. Shinichi had snuck in after him, darting to the side as soon as he was through the door, and hiding himself behind a couple of crates. From his position in the shadows he had a clear view of Vodka as the bulky man walked to the back where a tall, silver-haired man stood with his back to the door.

Gin.

Vodka murmured something he couldn't hear from this distance, but Gin nodded and without another word Vodka left.

The sound of the door slamming closed behind Vodka startled Shinichi, and his heart pounded as he realized he was trapped inside the annex with Gin. Most of the light had vanished once the door closed, only a single square of light was cast on the ground from a small skylight. And in the middle of this square stood Gin, smoking his cigarette without a care in the world.

Shinichi looked around, wondering what the silver-haired man was waiting for. He tried to keep the gears from turning inside his mind as he didn't want to jump to conclusions, but the waiting made it difficult.

Gin finished his cigarette with a deep sigh and snuffed it out underneath his shoe. "You can come out now," he said, though he turned neither his head nor his body towards whoever he was talking to.

Shinichi's heart had skipped a beat at the sentence. He prayed that Gin was talking to someone else, someone who'd also hidden themselves in the annex.

"Vodka made sure you'd follow him, so I know you're in here, Edogawa Conan."

Could children get heart attacks? Because his heart was throbbing painfully and a wave of vertigo hit him as if he'd been about to fall off the stairs. It had all been a trap. The whole thing had been planned.

"Or perhaps you'd rather be called Kudou Shinichi?"

The revelation that Gin knew who Conan really was didn't startle him. If Conan had caught their attention enough for them to set up a trap, it wouldn't be so farfetched to say they knew.

He sighed in resignation. No use in staying quiet now, though he'd be damned if he left his hiding spot. There was still a chance to get out of this situation if he was careful and smart enough.

"I thought you didn't remember the faces of the people you killed," he said. "Or tried to kill." Snapping his mouth shut he cursed himself. Not the time to be snarky and taunt an assassin, Shinichi, not the time.

He heard Gin scoff. "I'd never forget your face," he muttered, though it was loud enough for Shinichi to hear. He frowned. There was something about the tone in which Gin had said that, that struck him as odd, but he couldn't wrap his mind around the feeling. "I'm not here to hurt you, you know?" Gin said louder.

This time Shinichi scoffed. "Sorry, but I find that a bit hard to believe. The first time we met you pretty much bashed my head in and poisoned me." Shinichi continued to watch the silver-haired man from the shadows, but Gin had yet to move or even turn around.

"That's not entirely true," Gin said.

"Excuse me, I was there. You may have given me a concussion that time, but I clearly remember what happened and what was being said."

Gin shook his head. "That's not what I was referring to. I meant that that wasn't our first meeting, was it?"

The moment those words left his mouth, an image flashed through his mind. Rain. Alley. Blood. The image was gone before he could truly look at it, but the feeling and the sound of the heavy rain on his umbrella echoed inside him.

Shaking off the alien sensation, Shinichi tried to focus back on the situation at hand. "If you're not here to hurt me, what do you want?" Looking around, he tried to find any other windows or doors through which he could leave, but from his position he found none.

"Just to have a talk," Gin said, his tone surprisingly light - something Shinichi wasn't used to hearing from the few times he had the displeasure of meeting the man.

It wasn't until he heard his teeth clattering that he realized his body was shaking. He pushed his arms against his stomach trying to stop the tremors, but his body refused to listen. Something about the situation, about the assassin's behaviour, was odd, and his body was reacting to it, as if it knew something he didn't.

"Where'd you get the idea from that I don't remember the faces of my victims?" Gin asked.

"People told me," Shinichi responded vaguely. He'd already been giving away too much information about how much he knew. No way was he going to tell who had given him that information – and even if he'd known, he'd kind of lost track of who had told him what information, as his only objective had been to gather anything he could find.

"And you just believe other people?" Gin said, his tone somewhat derisive. "What if I told you I didn't remember them, because I didn't kill them? Would you believe me?"

"I've seen you kill people!" Shinichi ground out, remembering the multiple bodies that Gin had left in his wake. "I know you're a murderer."

"I never denied killing people."

"Then what were you insinuating?" Shinichi asked harshly, feeling annoyed at Gin's comments, the weird vibe of the situation, and his body's refusal to calm down.

Shinichi saw more than heard Gin sigh as his shoulders sagged. "Just that I may not be as cold-hearted as your 'friends' try to make me out to be."

"A killer is a killer, cold-hearted or not."

"I'd do anything for that person," Gin said wistfully, catching Shinichi's attention. The momentarily distraction stopped his body's trembling.

"That person?"

Gin nodded, making Shinichi wonder whether or not the assassin knew he was watching him. "I'm sure your friends told you about him, did they not? What did they make you believe about him?" Gin asked, not even needing to confirm if Shinichi had heard the name before.

He realized this might be another way to get him to reveal how much he knew about the Organization, so he should play innocent. But he realized that his silence betrayed he knew the name. Betrayed that what he was about to say wasn't the entire truth.

"Not much to tell," he said reluctantly. "He's the big boss, and only a select group know his real identity."

"Correct, and that group includes me."

"Meaning?" Shinichi said with a frown.

"It means I could tell you the identity of that person."

Eyes widening Shinichi felt his heart beat faster as his mind tried to make sense of the situation. Gin didn't wait for him to get his bearings, and as soon as the name Shinichi had never thought to associate with that person or even with the Organization, he felt his world crashing and tumbling as if he were stuck in a wave, unable to tell which way was up or down.

There is no way… that person can't be…

"And? Did he tell you?" Hattori asked, eyes wide in disbelief. Shinichi could only nod dumbly, still lost inside the memory. "It's someone close, isn't it?" Hattori said more than asked.

Naturally his Western counterpart would connect the dots. Shinichi's sudden distrust of anyone who is or got close to him, his silence. There's only one conclusion to that. Yet there was no way Hattori would guess just how close that person really is.

"It's me," Shinichi finally said. "I'm that person."

This is my uptake on who that person (AKA Anokata) is :) I was mostly inspired by Shimizu Hikaru's Forbidden and Hittocere's A New Method of Persuasion, since Gin/Shinichi is my guilty pleasure ='.'= Although they don't necessarily have to be paired, I also just like the idea of Gin being loyal in some way to Shinichi~!