Outlaw in the World of Conan, Tokisaki Kurumi

In a place like Tokyo, where every inch of land is precious, especially within the city limits, having a building like this is incredibly valuable. Its worth is enough to deter most people who want to buy property here.

"It's alright. I think comfort is the most important thing," Kurumi said, taking the backpack from Narumi in the back seat and slinging it over her shoulder. Feeling the weight on her back, she gained a new appreciation for Narumi's stamina.

Taking out her keys and unlocking the door, Kurumi led Narumi, who found everything novel, into the living room.

Putting down the backpack, Kurumi said, "Sister Narumi, your room is on the second floor. I've already tidied it up."

"You've worked hard, Kurumi." Narumi took off her coat, wearing a purple sweater, and suddenly asked, "By the way, since you live alone, doesn't cleaning such a big house make you tired?"

"Tired? Not really." Hearing Narumi's words, Kurumi recalled that when she cleaned, she basically just stood there while King Crimson, wearing an apron and holding a vacuum cleaner, did the work. She only needed to control King Crimson. It ensured everything was cleaned spotless, without a speck of dust.

"But it is a bit inconvenient living alone," Kurumi said, then asked, "Sister Narumi, would you like something to drink? Tea? Or a beverage?"

"Tea is fine."

"Then I'll go prepare it. Sister Narumi, please sit down and rest. If you want to watch TV, the remote is on the coffee table." With that, Kurumi headed to the kitchen to start boiling water.

"Okay, thank you." Watching Kurumi's graceful retreating figure, Aso Narumi sat on the sofa and turned on the TV.

Meanwhile, Kurumi, who had just filled the kettle with water and placed it on the stove, heard her phone ring in her pocket.

Who is it? Calling at a time like this? Kurumi felt a bit annoyed that her and Narumi's private time was being interrupted. However, when she pulled out her phone and saw the caller ID, her expression became even more displeased.

[GIN]

Gin.

Closing the kitchen door, Kurumi answered the phone.

"Bloody Mary, one hour from now, come to the rooftop bar of the Kuroiwa Building." Gin's voice and tone were still the same cold, dismissive attitude Kurumi remembered.

Cursingly under her breath, Kurumi switched into work mode. "Ara ara~ I wonder what important matter has brought you to seek me out so urgently, Gin?" In work mode, Kurumi's entire demeanor shifted from her usual languidness to one of noble politeness.

Gin on the other end of the line was unfazed by Kurumi's tone. "There is something important."

"Could it be that you've found another rat?" By "rat," Kurumi naturally meant an undercover agent or a traitor lurking within the Organization.

"Hmph!"

Kurumi only heard a snort from the phone, after which Gin unilaterally hung up.

Shaking her head with annoyance, Kurumi could roughly guess why Gin was looking for her. It was undoubtedly because she had openly stopped the police and killed those two people earlier. But what could be done about it? The entire Tokyo police force was furious about that incident. Still clueless about such a bold killer, they were searching for clues like headless flies. Even more coincidentally, due to the police's actions, some local Tokyo gangs were indirectly rounded up, contributing to social stability in a way.

Gin, if you had been polite to me, perhaps I would have shown you some mercy. Kurumi thought fiercely. But now I've decided, I'm going to mess with you until you can't stand it! Already annoyed because of Conan, Kurumi decided to take out all her anger on Gin. As for Conan, Kurumi certainly wouldn't "spare" that little brat either.

Waiting for the water to boil, Kurumi figured that since Gin had actively invited her, he must also be prepared to wait. After all, she was a beautiful girl. Taking a bath, changing clothes, and putting on makeup before going out could easily take two to three hours, right?

Skillfully brewing two cups of strong tea with the boiling water, Kurumi carried the cups on a tray to the living room.

"Kurumi! Look!" Narumi exclaimed excitedly, pointing at the TV where the news was reporting on the incident. Kurumi placed the tray on the coffee table and sat down next to Narumi, looking at the screen.

On the TV, a beautiful news anchor was reading from a script with a serious expression: "Regarding the vicious attack incident that occurred in the suburbs yesterday, the Metropolitan Police Department is currently conducting a full investigation."

"According to testimony from witnesses passing by the scene, the Metropolitan Police Department has confirmed that the perpetrator is a woman, approximately 1.65 meters tall, and was wearing... at the time of the incident."

Hearing the news report that the perpetrator was 1.65 meters tall, Narumi looked at Kurumi beside her in confusion. "Kurumi? Are you 1.65 meters tall?" Narumi was curious. She didn't think Kurumi was even 1.6 meters tall, so how did she suddenly become 1.65 meters? And with an ordinary appearance? Narumi was puzzled, as Kurumi was so beautiful.

Suddenly, Narumi realized and asked in surprise, "Did you disguise yourself back then?" It made sense. Although the crime scene was in a sparsely populated suburb, there would still be people driving by. If Kurumi had acted without any disguise, even the most incompetent police officers from the Metropolitan Police Department could have easily found her.

Kurumi was momentarily speechless. "Sister Narumi, no matter how capable I am alone, I'm still no match for the state apparatus~"

Hearing the helplessness in Kurumi's words, Narumi gave an awkward laugh. "I just got too excited! You're just so amazing, Kurumi!" Narumi's gratitude towards Kurumi soared when she learned that Kurumi had only killed Kuroiwa and Nishimoto during the operation, while the three police officers in the car were only injured and unconscious, not in mortal danger. She only wanted revenge for her family and didn't want innocent people to be sacrificed.

"It's nothing~" Stared at intently by Narumi's fiery gaze, Kurumi suddenly felt a surge of interest.

67 You know it's an old riddle-lover from the first word.

After a fierce battle between the two, Narumi, defeated and limp, lay on Kurumi's bed.

"Kuru~mi~" Narumi, completely languid, asked Kurumi, who was about to go take a bath, with a voice as gentle as water, "Are you going out?"

"Yes, I have a sudden urgent matter to attend to," Kurumi, completely naked, tidied her messy long hair and explained, "If all goes well, I should be back before dinner."

Hearing that Kurumi was going out again, Narumi, whose body was not covered at all, pouted aggrievedly.

Seeing that Narumi was a little unhappy, Kurumi, knowing she was in the wrong, leaned over to Narumi, kissed Narumi's lips, which had been sucked red by her, and said gently, "I'm sorry, I promise I'll be back soon."

"Hmph hmph~ Then I want to do it again tonight..." Narumi, who had suddenly become extremely clingy, hugged Kurumi and kissed her again proactively.

Aso Narumi felt that as long as she was with Kurumi, she would be incredibly happy doing anything.

It seemed she had tasted the sweetness of it.

A few minutes later, Kurumi, who had come to the bedroom, took a leisurely bath, dried her hair, changed into a little black dress, and left the house.

Meanwhile, a full three hours had passed since Gin had called to notify Kurumi.

On the other side, in the bar on the top floor of the Daikoku Building.

As one of the Black Organization's strongholds in Tokyo, the bar, normally used for members to meet or relax, had never been open to the public since its establishment.

Even so, the bar's decoration and furnishings were no different from other high-end bars.

Except that the patrons here were all extremely dangerous individuals.

In the bar, empty except for two people, a blond man with a stern expression sat silently at the bar counter, wearing a black trench coat.

Beside him, a burly man who looked rather foolish wore an unhappy expression.

"Big Brother! Bloody Mary is already three hours late!"

The man, who looked at his watch for the umpteenth time, clearly couldn't sit still any longer.

"Hmph! Bloody Mary, like Vermouth, always likes to adhere to mysticism," Gin said, looking down at the glass in front of him, his tone as cold and dangerous as his demeanor. "Vodka, pour me another one."

Hearing that his big brother could remain so composed, the man called Vodka by Gin (What is this sensitive word?) stood up and asked with some hesitation, "But Big Brother, you've already finished a whole bottle!"

Looking at the empty bottle by his side, Vodka looked quite worried. "This is alcohol, after all, not water! Big Brother, you..."

Hearing Vodka trying to dissuade him again, Gin, who wasn't as calm as he appeared on the surface, was already getting impatient from waiting.

That woman, just as annoying as Vermouth. Gin, who knew Kurumi's background, grumbled inwardly. Hmph, worthy of being master and apprentice.

"It's fine. Do you think this little bit of alcohol will affect me, Vodka?"

"Of course not!" Upon hearing this, Vodka shook his big head and exclaimed, "I know your tolerance, Big Brother. Let alone this bottle, you could finish a bottle of Spirit of Wine without batting an eye!"

Hearing Vodka's high praise, Gin glared at Vodka's honest face, seemingly wondering if his not-so-bright subordinate was deliberately teasing him.

Are you kidding me! Vodka, you brainless idiot, is Spirit of Wine something humans can drink? Although he was furious with Vodka internally, Gin maintained an outwardly calm and composed demeanor.

"Hmph!"

Gin let out a sound whose inner meaning was unfathomable, then silently lit a cigarette and began to smoke.

Just as Vodka was about to go behind the bar to see if there was any Spirit of Wine, a charming and seductive female voice suddenly came from the doorway.

"Ara~ I didn't expect Gin to be so amazing~ Perhaps next time you'd like to try my expertly brewed Oolong tea?" As soon as Kurumi entered, she heard Vodka, that brainless fool, digging a hole for Gin again.

With the mentality of not missing an opportunity when it presented itself, Kurumi unhesitatingly began to add fuel to the fire.

At the counter, hearing Kurumi mention Oolong tea again, Gin didn't even pay attention to Kurumi's lateness but instead tried his best to suppress the painful memories buried deep within him.

Even Vodka's tanned face showed fear at this moment.

After all, as members of the Black Organization, both Gin and Vodka, and even other members, had a higher tolerance for alcohol than ordinary people.

But the 'Oolong tea' mentioned by Kurumi almost caused the usually cool and aloof Gin to break character.

As for Vodka?

He had no image to maintain.

"You're late!" To skip the topic, Gin asked with feigned anger, "The agreed time was three hours ago, why are you so late?"

"Me?" Walking to the counter and sitting on a bar stool, Kurumi said to Vodka, who was moonlighting as a bartender, "Vodka, get me a glass of milk."

"There's no milk here..." Hearing Kurumi's out-of-place request, Vodka honestly replied.

"Then forget it."

Seeing that Kurumi was ignoring him, Gin's eyes turned dangerous.

Sensing the killing intent emanating from Gin, Kurumi remained unfazed.

"You are a man, and I am a woman. Those who understand will understand, and those who don't, I can't say much. Instead of thinking about it, it's better to pretend you don't know, and don't ask me. It's better not to say anything." Kurumi turned her face and said to Gin with a serious expression.

Her expression was as if she were revealing a monumental secret, but hearing it from Kurumi's mouth made Gin feel his blood pressure soaring.

What is all this? Is there a deeper meaning to the difference between men and women? Vodka, who lacked intelligence, was stunned by Kurumi.

"You!..."

Taking several deep breaths, Gin concealed his slightly trembling right hand.

At that moment, he wished he could pull out his gun and shoot the woman who was being so deliberately mysterious, but considering her strength and contributions to the Organization, Gin abandoned the idea.

He suppressed his killing intent.

"Never mind, I have something important to tell you." After calming himself, Gin questioned, "First, why did you do that?"

68 Kurumi and Gin's Standoff

Facing Gin's immediate accusation, Kurumi naturally wouldn't play along and make herself seem like his subservient subordinate.

She wasn't Vodka.

"I'm not sure which matter Mr. Gin is referring to?" Kurumi asked with a sweet smile, her charm radiating.

If it were someone else, like Vodka, who was momentarily dazed by Kurumi's seductive demeanor.

Someone so easily tempted might have been blushing furiously with embarrassment by now.

But who was Gin?

Let alone Kurumi, who exuded deadly charm at all times, even Vermouth, known as the Thousand-Faced Witch and a mature, older woman type, would likely only receive a cold "Scram" from Gin's icy gaze.

"Hmph!" Gin lightly flicked the ash from his cigarette, still looking at Kurumi with a detached attitude.

"You should know what I'm talking about." Gin's sharp gaze, like a falcon's, fixed on Kurumi as he asked, "That incident caused such a stir, don't you know our Organization's principle?"

"Principle?" Seeing Gin still in that stubborn state, Kurumi lost her playful mood.

"Isn't it to keep a low profile? I'm well aware of that." Kurumi, starting to feel bored, turned to Vodka and said, "Please get me a drink, I'm a bit thirsty."

The obedient Vodka nodded upon hearing Kurumi's request and began searching the liquor cabinet behind the counter for something suitable for a girl to drink.