Ficbit: Communications: 12/?
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soc_puppetFor those of you new here, I mostly write Detective Conan/Magic Kaito fics ^^; This is one of them. If you're interested in learing more about DC/MK, I suggest you try this list. This is a Work In Progress, and previous chapters can be found in my memories or at my FF.net profile.
Communications
Fandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Summary: Shiho makes a decision
Installment Twelve: Lab Rat
Miyano Shiho regarded the caged rodent impassively. Nonplussed, white lab mouse 41-B (female) stared back. Letting the cuff of her rubber glove snap against her skin, Shiho reached into the cage.
41-B squirmed in her hand as she pulled it out. Calm down, she didn't tell it; she had been informed shortly after starting work that there was to be no speaking in the laboratories. Any notes she needed could be written and the animals wouldn't understand her anyway. Of course, if she was mentally unfit for the task, she could be let go. It was the knowledge that no one living was ever released from this deep in the Black Organization that kept her mouth closed.
Shiho stroked the mouse along its spine with a latex-covered finger, trying to get it to relax. Once it was no longer trying to gnaw through her hand, she began taking notes.
She was halfway through the form before she realized something was odd. 41-B was oddly energetic for that time of day, and her pink eyes were wide and clear. Her hair was glossy and even, and her whiskers were in unusually good shape. Even her tail was a more vibrant color. Setting 41-B in a holding tank, Shiho went to examine the rodent's cage.
In a separate corner of the cage from 41-B's nest a slight indentation had formed. In addition, the bedding in that area was slightly irregular—shriveled into odd shapes and stuck together in lumps, as if it had been given a quick steam treatment. The rodent's leavings seemed regular enough, though Shiho couldn't be positive without extensive labwork. 41-B's food tray was empty, though her file noted that the previous day almost half of the food had remained.
Shiho's heartbeat quickened. The substance they had started the mouse on—number 4869—might be what the Organization was looking for. Shiho was realistic; she knew her chances of ever being allowed to live a normal life again were slim, but perhaps she could be moved to a less unseemly project, or the number of people set to watch her sister would be reduced.
Shiho did not rush through the remaining tests; rushing might cause mistakes. She did work with the utmost efficiency, though, and ended with a quarter of an hour before she needed to run the results by her supervisor. Gathering her records, Shiho left to wait outside the meeting room.
The previous meeting hadn't ended when Shiho reached the office. Voices drifted through the door as she leaned against the wall to wait.
A woman spoke, her voice smooth, heady and disorienting. "So you've found a place for the elder Miyano girl?"
"Yes," A man's voice this time, tones strong and simple, blunt-edged. "She's been put on the bank thing with the giant and the taxi driver."
"Excellent." The woman again. "You'll be able to keep an eye on her?"
"Don't worry about it," Another man, his voice harsh and violent, dizzying like a blow to the head. "She'll be in good hands."
"Very good. And the Kudo situation?"
"The writer and his wife are out of the country, and should be for some time," The first man again. "They won't be much trouble. The boy, though, is causing a few problems."
"I see. Do something about him if you find it convenient. Otherwise, ignore him."
The blood pounding in Shiho's ears drowned out the rest. For a moment, the world faded and she could clearly predict the consequences of her actions. She could almost picture the hundereds of people the Black Organization would kill with the drugs she had worked to create, the damage they could wreak on civilization with even a few more years on each life. Clearly nothing could be done to save Akemi at the time being, but perhaps there were others she could save.
With renewed determination, Shiho pushed herself away from the wall and walked very quickly back to the lab. Pulling on a new pair of gloves, she reached again into mouse 41-B's cage. I'm sorry, she didn't say as she injected an anaesthetic into its blood. When the mouse stopped moving, Shiho dumped it into the incinerator and cleaned its cage out. With a practiced hand, Shiho altered the notes she had taken to reflect the changed effects of substance 4869 on specimen 41-B.
Shiho ended up late to her meeting.
—End—
Another introduce-a-character chapter, and some build-up for what is to come. The Black Org is one of the places I have the least information about (though I doubt this is much different for me than for the rest of the population) so it is the most likely to swing away from canon unpredictably.
I wanted to display Shiho here as a younger and more human character than I usually see her. There are a lot of awful things that happen to her, but she's still just eighteen; she really shouldn't have to deal with most of this.
That's enough of that for now. Next chapter will probably focus on Aoko.
Comments appreciated.
Communications
Fandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Summary: Shiho makes a decision
Installment Twelve: Lab Rat
Miyano Shiho regarded the caged rodent impassively. Nonplussed, white lab mouse 41-B (female) stared back. Letting the cuff of her rubber glove snap against her skin, Shiho reached into the cage.
41-B squirmed in her hand as she pulled it out. Calm down, she didn't tell it; she had been informed shortly after starting work that there was to be no speaking in the laboratories. Any notes she needed could be written and the animals wouldn't understand her anyway. Of course, if she was mentally unfit for the task, she could be let go. It was the knowledge that no one living was ever released from this deep in the Black Organization that kept her mouth closed.
Shiho stroked the mouse along its spine with a latex-covered finger, trying to get it to relax. Once it was no longer trying to gnaw through her hand, she began taking notes.
She was halfway through the form before she realized something was odd. 41-B was oddly energetic for that time of day, and her pink eyes were wide and clear. Her hair was glossy and even, and her whiskers were in unusually good shape. Even her tail was a more vibrant color. Setting 41-B in a holding tank, Shiho went to examine the rodent's cage.
In a separate corner of the cage from 41-B's nest a slight indentation had formed. In addition, the bedding in that area was slightly irregular—shriveled into odd shapes and stuck together in lumps, as if it had been given a quick steam treatment. The rodent's leavings seemed regular enough, though Shiho couldn't be positive without extensive labwork. 41-B's food tray was empty, though her file noted that the previous day almost half of the food had remained.
Shiho's heartbeat quickened. The substance they had started the mouse on—number 4869—might be what the Organization was looking for. Shiho was realistic; she knew her chances of ever being allowed to live a normal life again were slim, but perhaps she could be moved to a less unseemly project, or the number of people set to watch her sister would be reduced.
Shiho did not rush through the remaining tests; rushing might cause mistakes. She did work with the utmost efficiency, though, and ended with a quarter of an hour before she needed to run the results by her supervisor. Gathering her records, Shiho left to wait outside the meeting room.
The previous meeting hadn't ended when Shiho reached the office. Voices drifted through the door as she leaned against the wall to wait.
A woman spoke, her voice smooth, heady and disorienting. "So you've found a place for the elder Miyano girl?"
"Yes," A man's voice this time, tones strong and simple, blunt-edged. "She's been put on the bank thing with the giant and the taxi driver."
"Excellent." The woman again. "You'll be able to keep an eye on her?"
"Don't worry about it," Another man, his voice harsh and violent, dizzying like a blow to the head. "She'll be in good hands."
"Very good. And the Kudo situation?"
"The writer and his wife are out of the country, and should be for some time," The first man again. "They won't be much trouble. The boy, though, is causing a few problems."
"I see. Do something about him if you find it convenient. Otherwise, ignore him."
The blood pounding in Shiho's ears drowned out the rest. For a moment, the world faded and she could clearly predict the consequences of her actions. She could almost picture the hundereds of people the Black Organization would kill with the drugs she had worked to create, the damage they could wreak on civilization with even a few more years on each life. Clearly nothing could be done to save Akemi at the time being, but perhaps there were others she could save.
With renewed determination, Shiho pushed herself away from the wall and walked very quickly back to the lab. Pulling on a new pair of gloves, she reached again into mouse 41-B's cage. I'm sorry, she didn't say as she injected an anaesthetic into its blood. When the mouse stopped moving, Shiho dumped it into the incinerator and cleaned its cage out. With a practiced hand, Shiho altered the notes she had taken to reflect the changed effects of substance 4869 on specimen 41-B.
Shiho ended up late to her meeting.
—End—
Another introduce-a-character chapter, and some build-up for what is to come. The Black Org is one of the places I have the least information about (though I doubt this is much different for me than for the rest of the population) so it is the most likely to swing away from canon unpredictably.
I wanted to display Shiho here as a younger and more human character than I usually see her. There are a lot of awful things that happen to her, but she's still just eighteen; she really shouldn't have to deal with most of this.
That's enough of that for now. Next chapter will probably focus on Aoko.
Comments appreciated.
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Date: 2005-03-25 02:33 am (UTC)ME NEEDS TO UNSTICK THE SHIFT KEY
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Date: 2005-03-25 02:56 am (UTC)As far as the shift key goes, however, you're on your own -_-
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Date: 2005-03-25 05:48 am (UTC)no subject
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