Socio: Sherry (30 Evil Deeds)
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candyficsTitle: Socio: Sherry
Author: Candyland
Fandom: Detective Conan
Bad Guy: Gin
Theme: #21—control
Rating: PG
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: He didn’t understand what he felt towards her. But he knew he wanted to control her.
She was the head scientist of the Syndicate laboratory he had been assigned to oversee. She stood out for various reasons. Physically, there was her age—merely eighteen years old, yet already deemed one of the most brilliant minds in the Syndicate. She had been given her code-name two years before, and was one of the youngest in the Organization’s history to receive the honor of such a name.
There was also her heritage. She was of foreign descent, a fact made most obvious by her fair hair.
And then there was her mind, one of the best and brightest in the Syndicate. Her research was unparalleled, her breakthroughs unmatched. She did superb work, and directed the lab with the ease of a ruler in her kingdom, even those who were a great deal older than she.
The first time he met her, she was introduced as Sherry. She regarded him with a cool look and an even cooler nod, then excused herself and returned to her work. She bent her head, seemingly ignoring his presence in her domain.
His subsequent visits to the lab were very similar. She was the head of the lab, so she was his primary contact there. When he came to call, she would obligingly show him the progress of their latest experiments or the results of their newest tests. Once that duty was done, she would simply return to whatever it was that he had interrupted, rendering him invisible in her eyes.
It was an alien feeling to him. He was accustomed to people fearing him, cowering before him. His reputation preceded him, and so he tended to find himself in control of any situation simply by flexing that reputation. He was capable of many things, and a good many people would do whatever it took to avoid his ire.
But she continued to treat him with curt respect, showing him about before returning to business.
He suspected that she did fear him. Her posture was tense when he was around, and she seemed determined to get him out of the laboratory as soon as possible. Granted, that could have been because she simply wanted to get back to her test tubes and microscopes, but he preferred to think that even Sherry, stoic as she could be, was not immune to his considerable reputation.
Something about her confused him. He was not a man who lived by his emotions—they were something he carried, but nothing he paid attention to. Yet she evoked something in him that he could not name and did not understand. He cared for no one, but he found himself drawn to that lab, to her.
He could not make sense of it. Wanting to possess someone to that extent…he had no idea what it meant. And so it turned to frustration. He let no one see it, of course—her, least of all. Still, he brooded on it, and ultimately reasoned something that seemed to fit.
She was respectful and diligent, but when push came to shove, he did not control her directly. She followed her orders from the leaders. He was there to oversee progress, nothing more. And the more he thought about it, the more he decided that was it.
He wanted to control her, this creature who refused to tremble before him.
It came to pass, after a time, that Miyano Akemi was executed. She got the last laugh in her own way, though—the money she had refused to surrender to them was recovered by police and restored to its proper place. All of the meticulous planning that had gone into robbing the bank and taking that billion yen…wasted because of one woman’s final act of defiance.
And as though following her sister’s lead, Sherry issued her own ultimatum. She refused to do any further work on the poison she had been developing unless she received an answer regarding her sister’s death.
Suddenly, Sherry was no longer in control of the lab, and he had orders to first imprison her, then execute her.
It was perfect. For the first time, she truly had to bow to his will. And he now controlled her completely, up to and including her life and her death—the ultimate act of possession. It was to be a sweet, sweet kill.
…until he went back to the room, and found that she had made one more stand against him, breaking his illusions of control. Now she defied him by denying him by escaping his reach.
Sherry had vanished.
PS. The sociopathic trait for this one is “despotic control over their victims.” And with this, we are officially two-thirds of the way through the challenge. Ten more to go, whee! Hope you'll tune back in. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!
Author: Candyland
Fandom: Detective Conan
Bad Guy: Gin
Theme: #21—control
Rating: PG
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: He didn’t understand what he felt towards her. But he knew he wanted to control her.
She was the head scientist of the Syndicate laboratory he had been assigned to oversee. She stood out for various reasons. Physically, there was her age—merely eighteen years old, yet already deemed one of the most brilliant minds in the Syndicate. She had been given her code-name two years before, and was one of the youngest in the Organization’s history to receive the honor of such a name.
There was also her heritage. She was of foreign descent, a fact made most obvious by her fair hair.
And then there was her mind, one of the best and brightest in the Syndicate. Her research was unparalleled, her breakthroughs unmatched. She did superb work, and directed the lab with the ease of a ruler in her kingdom, even those who were a great deal older than she.
The first time he met her, she was introduced as Sherry. She regarded him with a cool look and an even cooler nod, then excused herself and returned to her work. She bent her head, seemingly ignoring his presence in her domain.
His subsequent visits to the lab were very similar. She was the head of the lab, so she was his primary contact there. When he came to call, she would obligingly show him the progress of their latest experiments or the results of their newest tests. Once that duty was done, she would simply return to whatever it was that he had interrupted, rendering him invisible in her eyes.
It was an alien feeling to him. He was accustomed to people fearing him, cowering before him. His reputation preceded him, and so he tended to find himself in control of any situation simply by flexing that reputation. He was capable of many things, and a good many people would do whatever it took to avoid his ire.
But she continued to treat him with curt respect, showing him about before returning to business.
He suspected that she did fear him. Her posture was tense when he was around, and she seemed determined to get him out of the laboratory as soon as possible. Granted, that could have been because she simply wanted to get back to her test tubes and microscopes, but he preferred to think that even Sherry, stoic as she could be, was not immune to his considerable reputation.
Something about her confused him. He was not a man who lived by his emotions—they were something he carried, but nothing he paid attention to. Yet she evoked something in him that he could not name and did not understand. He cared for no one, but he found himself drawn to that lab, to her.
He could not make sense of it. Wanting to possess someone to that extent…he had no idea what it meant. And so it turned to frustration. He let no one see it, of course—her, least of all. Still, he brooded on it, and ultimately reasoned something that seemed to fit.
She was respectful and diligent, but when push came to shove, he did not control her directly. She followed her orders from the leaders. He was there to oversee progress, nothing more. And the more he thought about it, the more he decided that was it.
He wanted to control her, this creature who refused to tremble before him.
It came to pass, after a time, that Miyano Akemi was executed. She got the last laugh in her own way, though—the money she had refused to surrender to them was recovered by police and restored to its proper place. All of the meticulous planning that had gone into robbing the bank and taking that billion yen…wasted because of one woman’s final act of defiance.
And as though following her sister’s lead, Sherry issued her own ultimatum. She refused to do any further work on the poison she had been developing unless she received an answer regarding her sister’s death.
Suddenly, Sherry was no longer in control of the lab, and he had orders to first imprison her, then execute her.
It was perfect. For the first time, she truly had to bow to his will. And he now controlled her completely, up to and including her life and her death—the ultimate act of possession. It was to be a sweet, sweet kill.
…until he went back to the room, and found that she had made one more stand against him, breaking his illusions of control. Now she defied him by denying him by escaping his reach.
Sherry had vanished.
PS. The sociopathic trait for this one is “despotic control over their victims.” And with this, we are officially two-thirds of the way through the challenge. Ten more to go, whee! Hope you'll tune back in. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!
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Date: 2008-02-10 05:05 am (UTC)"Now she defied him by denying him by escaping his reach." by by?
I think the urge to control is spot on here. XD Explains his obsession with her very nicely~.
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Date: 2008-02-11 04:51 pm (UTC)*hugs* Thank you! Glad you liked it ^_____^
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Date: 2008-02-13 07:27 pm (UTC)Agreed 100%! No matter how much Sherry truly feared him, her escape alone was an unforgivable tease to Gin. It's interesting to think of the difference with Vermouth; she acts like a free spirit, but when push comes to shove, she's as much under Gin's thumb as anyone else.
Great job, Candy! This was lovely. ^_^
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Date: 2008-02-16 06:13 am (UTC)I think it was more of a slap in the face to him than even she realized. And the dynamic between Vermouth and Gin is another of those interesting little things that we don't get to see enough of in canon.
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Date: 2008-02-10 10:30 am (UTC)Gin in luuuuuv ??? :b
Nah, it was really good written! You really get the feeling of, yeah, control-stuff, it was really good! (your other fics is too, but this is definetely one of my favorites!)
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Date: 2008-02-11 04:52 pm (UTC)*glomps* Thank you!
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Date: 2008-02-12 11:48 am (UTC)I liked the fic. Though, I don’t like Gin ^^’’’ But I love Sherry. I’m a person who loves to mix things that can’t be mixed, that’s why I appreciate the idea of Gin falling in love ^^
Way to go, dear!!!
By the way, I’m still waiting for the X-mas card that you promised T_T. And I’m on the edge of loosing control because I want to see that manga about Conan and Kaitou Kid V_V
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Date: 2008-02-16 06:15 am (UTC)And yes, yes, I'm getting them burned. Sorry it's taking so long ;o;
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Date: 2008-03-02 01:46 pm (UTC)Candy-chan, sorry for being noisy ^^, but could you please tell me when you send the CDs to me, so that I would know and be waiting.
Thank you!
Have a nice day!!!!
P.S. Have you watched Detective Conan Live Action. Is is named Detective Conan--Kudo Shinichi's Written Challenge. So have you??
^________^