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12 Games: Shinichi and Ran Game #6 - Poker Face Rating: T Summary: Ran was trying to prove a point.

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Ran was trying to prove a point.

She didn’t know what wracked her typically levelheaded self all of a sudden, but for the first time she was dead motivated to prove Sonoko wrong. On most days, Ran wouldn’t contradict her for anything, but right now she wanted to - really, really wanted to - because her friend wasn’t making any sense.

What did she mean she ‘wanted Shinichi to kiss her’? ‘So badly’?

“Excuse me. I am not desperate for a kiss, Sonoko,” huffed Ran, half lidded eyes directed at her friend who had then snatched the apple from her hand while she was busy processing the latter’s earlier statement.

“I didn’t say you are,” Sonoko replied wryly, “You’re not desperate. I know. But you want it. That kiss. There’s a difference.” She paused, taking a bite of the apple. “Ya woodr’t flail yourshelf in fron’o’ him for that shmack o’ the lipsh, but ya hope he wood.”

Shifting from her sitting position, Ran grimaced, hoping she didn’t understand what she just said, but she did. ‘You wouldn’t flail yourself in front of him for that smack on the lips, but you hope he would.’

Still, it didn’t make sense.

“And why would I want a kiss from him?”

Swallowing the food in her mouth, the light ginger-haired lady limply pointed her index finger at her with the hand that was holding the apple. “Because he’s your boyfriend and knowing him, he probably hasn’t made a move to kiss you yet. That’s why.”

Damn it! ...She’s right.

“...So?” She crossed her arms and pointed her chin up, doing a bad job at appearing snarky.

“Hah! So I’m right.”

“Sonoko!” She jabbed her lightly on the shoulder, though not denying what she’d said. “Don’t you know that not all people in a relationship desire physical intimacy?”

“Sure. But not you, Ran.” Back leaving the metal rails from where they sat on the school rooftop, Sonoko faced her with a piercing stare, the kind that made Ran swallow the piece of meat from her bento down with a big gulp. “Look me in the eye and tell me there’s no reason why you always look at Shinichi’s lips whenever he recites in class or whenever he takes a sip from your orange juice.”

A healthy shade of red was quick to spread on her cheeks. “H-Hey! I’m-...! That’s—”

Sonoko raised a smug eyebrow at her, confident that Ran wouldn’t have a believable counterargument to that. What other reason would she have if not because she’d been thinking about Shinichi’s lips? It’s annoying that she noticed. Even more annoying that she couldn’t deny it. Most annoying that shemight probably be right.

“—something I can do.” But she wouldn’t accept that so easily, would she?

“There’s no reason why I look at his lips whenever he speaks in class or drinks from my juice. Or a water bottle. Or when he eats. Or anything that involves his lips,” Ran recited, as if reading a script.

Sonoko stifled her snort, looking at her with visible skepticism. Ran met her stare with defiant eyes because no, she wouldn’t let her pesky friend get the upper hand this time. She would prove her wrong!

“You want to make a deal out of this?” taunted Sonoko.

Ran matched her arched eyebrow. “Hit me up.”

“Last the whole day without looking at Shinichi and thinking of wanting to kiss him,” Sonoko challenged. “I trust your honesty, Ran. If you fail, you treat me lunch tomorrow up ‘til next week. If you don’t, then the other way around. How’s that sound?”

Ran flared her nostrils, incredibly pumped from the very easy challenge the lady had imposed. “Better prepare your bills because I want my lunch at Ginza, Sonoko.”

They shook hands. “Same, missus, but I want mine home cooked on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday like your beloved husband. Deal?”

“Deal!”

“You’re going to thank me for this, O-ku-sa-ma ,” Sonoko fluttered her lashes menacingly just in time the rooftop door swung open, revealing a Shinichi holding three packets of melon bread on his left hand and a half finished one on the other.

“Yo! I got us some bread,” Shinichi enthused, slightly out of breath. “Sorry I took a while, I... had to take a call from Hattori on the way here.”

The first thing Ran noticed when he sat next to her were the glistening remnants of sugar on his lips from the bread he was eating.

“Can I have a drink Ran?” Before she could answer, Shinichi had already taken a swig from her tumbler, and Ran gawked owlishly at the movement of his throat as he gulped, and the press of the metal container on his thirsty mouth that was...thirsty...for...water.

Her mind blanked, thoughts almost bordering to the forbidden. Mentally slapping her sane self, Ran shifted her eyes from Shinichi’s lips to Sonoko’s face, narrowing them threateningly when she caught her haughty little snigger. Oh, the woman. The daggers Ran threw her could send her flying off the roof.

Calming her nerves, Ran inhaled a deep breath and blew out, slowly. ‘Half a day. Half a day is nothing. I can do this.’

It significantly helped that for the rest of class, Shinichi looked at her direction less frequently than usual. Normally when he finished a great answer, Ran would give him a thumbs up from the seat diagonally behind him and he’d reciprocate with an accomplished grin but this time, he didn’t even spare her a look, head diving immediately to his notes when he sat down. Which was good honestly, because she didn’t want to share eye contact with him, not while the deal was in effect, but at the back of her mind she couldn’t help but wonder.

When the day ended, Ran was correct in thinking that Sonoko would rather not join them on their walk home, because. Flashing Ran a mischievous grin, Sonoko excused herself from the two, saying she’d go drop by the dojo for Makoto as promised. Ran wasn’t sure how true that statement was, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop her either because she remembered— she wanted to prove Sonoko wrong. She could do it. She could stick around Shinichi without obsessing on the strange, horrible, mostlikelytruebutnotreally thought of wanting to kiss him. Refusing to let her go would only cast doubts on her credibility. That she solemnly believed.

“Is there some secret running between you and Sonoko that I am not aware of?” Shinichi closed his shoe locker and fitted his sneakers with an alternate nudge of both tips to the floor.

“Hn?” Ran tried to sound nonchalant, to sound as if the deal hadn’t been wearing her off. When he didn’t say anything, she gave him a cute half smile - with eyes that crinkled close because she wanted little eye contact with Shinichi - and then linked her arm around his. “Nah. She’s just being her usual self, that’s all.”

Shinichi merely scrunched his eyebrows, not anymore pressing for further details. She didn’t pay much attention to his forearm that stiffened when she grabbed hold of it.

“‘Kay. Let’s go.” They passed by the gate and began their walk home.

There was a particular route in their walk that Ran always enjoyed passing. It was along the straight, sun-drenched pavement that overlooked Sumida River. Freelance artists by the riverbank would leisurely capture the scenic view from their sketchpads complete with the boats and bridges, and from a fair distance on the grassier portion children would often play tag or soccer. Further unseen were the echoes of sometimes obnoxious, sometimes friendly barks of dogs being walked by their owners. For Ran, the whole scenery felt so alive and natural, so peaceful, like a breath of fresh air from the typical urban Tokyo landscape.

They crossed paths with a middle-aged jogger, his energetic Shiba Inu trailing behind. Tail wagging excitedly, the dog pounced on Shinichi in the friendliest manner. Shinichi knelt, hugged the fluffy ball of sunshine in his arms, and it barked and licked his cheeks with so much joy. Both its owner and Ran couldn’t help but laugh at the cute sight of their immediate bond.

For a brief second, Ran had forgotten about her fetters for the day, relaxing as she admired an ever innocent, childlike Shinichi. When the man and his dog finally jogged away, a soccer ball flew to their direction and Shinichi, as figured, let the ball bounce around and on his knees before kicking it back to the waiting and amused children at the foot of the path by the riverbank. “Nii-chan, thank you!” They shouted in unison and he could only but salute with a satisfied grin on his face.

Stripped out of murders and mysteries, Shinichi remained a kid at heart.

Ran wanted to pinch his cheeks for being so adorable.

She softened her eyes and released a silent, mincing giggle. ‘See that, Sonoko? I can look at him without urging myself to kiss him! Pinch his cheeks maybe, but not kiss him!’

Ran was proud of herself. So far, so good. Lady Luck was on her side.

They continued their walk until they reached the streets with many food trucks and stalls that opened late afternoon onwards.

Nakamise Shopping Street was where Shinichi often bought food for dinner and tomorrow’s breakfast. Stopping in front of a dango stall, they were cordially greeted by the concessionaire and were presented with different flavors to choose from. Shinichi requested a stick of Anko dango.

“You’re going to have dango for dinner?” Ran asked, surprised.

“Bread for lunch got me hungry. I only need a little fill before my next meal.” Shinichi handed his payment and received the stick in exchange.

“ Mou, I told you to buy a decent meal for lunch, didn’t I? Just because it’s Thursday today, doesn’t mean you have to wait for tomorrow just so I can make you your bento. That’s simply lazy thinking, Shini...ch...”

Words mired down her throat as her eyes fixated on the way he languidly nibbled on one sticky ball of dumpling. Warm steam emerged from where he bit, teeth stretching the gooey texture of mochi before he cut it with a light tug of head. She watched the movement of his mandibles grinding the dumpling in his mouth, blowing occasionally to exhaust heat.

“Shtill hot,” he commented, munching, then he swallowed, preparing himself for another mouthful, “but very savory.”

Very savory. Yes.

In her mind palace, Ran desperately clung to the seam of Lady Luck’s gown, the Queen dragging the former along the floor whilst making her way out the front door.

“Oh, how rude of me.” Pausing midway his next bite, he tipped the half consumed stick in front of her mouth, coaxing her to try. “Want a taste?”

Ran momentarily forgot how to speak, eyes still glued to his upper lip that had been partly coated with red bean paste. Worse was he had to swipe it with his tongue after offering her a taste . As if the damned guy knew about the deal and was doing that for the win.

“N-no I uh, want...um—” she scanned around in panic, desperate to lock herself with Lady Luck away from the intruding thought that had threatened to hold her mind hostage to her ultimate defeat, “—takoyaki! I’ll buy takoyaki instead!”

She marched to the direction of the adjacent stall, arms swinging unnaturally to the wonderment of the detective who had remained cool the entire time before she stormed away. He must be thinking how weird she was, Ran thought. But she couldn’t blame him. There’s no way he’d know. If she were to blame anyone, it had to be Sonoko for drilling that ridiculous idea in her head.

“One order of takoyaki please!” she squeaked. From the corner of her eyes, she saw Shinichi pull an expression - indiscernible from where she stood - before he made do with the remaining mochi dumplings. Her brain was in shambles, unable to make out what’s happening around and in her, and her extending a hand to receive the tray of fresh takoyaki had been purely mechanical.

Only when she popped one whole ball in her mouth did her mind resume operating the way it must.

“ Ack! ” Eyes glossing with tears, she coughed and spew air like a hysterical dragon, frantically fanning her mouth with a free hand. “H-Hot!!”

Seeing her chagrin, Shinichi rushed to her side and promptly brought out the tumbler from her bag. “What the hell Ran, here, drink.” Though voice urgent, Shinichi remained as calm as rock like he wasn’t forcibly downing the tumbler on Ran’s tongue to neutralize the heat.

The woman gagged.

Not because of the cool water zipping down her throat, but more of the careful fingers craning her neck, lacing her hair as the man guided the container to her parted lips.

“There, there," he crooned lightly, "I suppose that’s hotter than the dango.”

Shinichi was so close to her face, soothing her like a five year old child in view of the moderately few curious passers by, and Ran had never wanted to combust in absolute embarrassment as much as she did that instant.

She broke away from Shinichi, eyes blown wide, pulse drumming loud. A little water spilt on her school vest and to the ground. The burn in her mouth was forgotten ever so quickly, outdone by the tingling feeling in her stomach that crept up her neck onto her cheeks and ears. Ten degrees more and she’d be about ready to burst into flames.

“Ice cream. I need ice cream.” She blathered, unthinking.

Shinichi’s eyebrows furrowed. “But you haven’t finished half of your takoyaki ye—”

“Ice cream. Please?” God she really did sound like a kid. She swore she saw in his face the mix of surprise and incredulity and exasperation in relation to her strange behavior he probably chose not to address to his better judgment.

“Okay,” Shinichi shrugged, trying to sound patient. He resealed the tumbler and put it in her bag, then returned to the bag he had dropped earlier when he tendered to Ran’s burning mouth. “...If you feel like it, maybe you can tell me what’s going on?”

Facing away from the busy streets, the two leaned on the back of the food truck from where they bought soft-serve vanilla sundaes. The typically levelheaded Ran had been reduced to a quiet mush of blush and blunder, melting her ice cream with her quiet gaze and quiet exhale, while Shinichi, still as calm and composed as ever, alternated his attention between his sundae and his girlfriend, patiently waiting for the woman to make sense out of the whole situation.

Ran huffed a breath, a deep and slow one, before taking a bite of the serving. If there’s something more embarrassing than her earlier takoyaki mishap, it was this.

Goodness, was she really going to tell the subject of the deal about her deal with Sonoko?

Her mind recalled her rooftop conversation with the lady. What compelled her to agree to this stupid deal? She knew she was trying to prove something, yes, but was the thought so despicable that only the fact of losing could convince her to accept it? Why couldn’t she accept it? What was so wrong with looking at her boyfriend and then imagining said boyfriend kissing her? Did that make her less dignified? A pervert? If she looked at him right now would she do exactly that? She’d been tempering herself for the past hour, trying, and trying… What if she tested herself by stealing a glance—

Wait, she shouldn’t go there. A dangerous test. The dango and takoyaki situation had proven that. Had she lost yet? She hadn’t right? The almost two weeks Ginza lunch deal sounded truly tempting. How could she let that pass? Of course she’d win this deal. She hadn’t lost yet. She only had to look at his nose or the middle of his brows if she must talk to him, to copy the poker face he’d been wielding since after lunch and simply go with the flow. She wouldn’t tell him what’s up, tell him instead she was having cramps. He’d understand. She’d win.

“That’s not the proper way to eat ice cream, barou.”

Rocked from her own thoughts, the first thing Ran’s brain processed was the teeth mark on her ice cream. It took another five seconds to register Shinichi’s comment.

She looked at him questioningly, unsure of what was wrong when she’d been eating her ice cream like that since little. “Then how?”

“You lick, duh.”

Ran eyed him mockingly.

“But you’re licking, and look at your chin and nose, you got some of your ice cream there! It’s messy!” she said as she pointed at the white blotches dotting the mentioned parts.

“That’s why they serve ice cream with tissue, Ran.” He proceeded to wipe the dirtied areas with the tissue he unwrapped from the cone.

“Whatever. At least when you bite you only get a little around your lips—” Ran demonstrated by taking another bite of the tip of her ice cream in a manner that made Shinichi wince, “—see?”

“Stup— Stop that, that’s really bad,” Shinichi grimaced like she’d inflicted him physical pain. “And you’ll get a toothache. It’s soft-serve ice cream for a reason. You’re supposed to lick it, not eat it like a pocky stick.”

“Oh, c’mon Shinichi, as if you haven’t seen me eat ice cream like this yet.”

“No, really, I’m quite surprised I haven’t. If I did I would’ve already corrected your wrong ways long ago.”

Puffing her cheeks, she exhaled deeply and shifted with a stomp to face him. “Okay then, if you think that’s the right way of eating ice cream, then let me change my ‘wrong ways’ and do what it is you deem proper, Mr. Always Right.”

Locking eyes with him as she pouted, Ran brought the ice cream to her mouth, flattened her tongue on the edge of the cone and, as slowly as she could, swooped right up the tip, vanilla coating her cavity and a little of her bottom lip and chin with gluey white.

Shinichi went horribly quiet.

“ Euh—see? It’s so messy! It’s everywhere on my face! I don’t like it,” she complained.

The teenage detective didn’t budge.

Out of curiosity, Ran spared him a glance as she wiped the sticky vanilla sundae off of her chin. Though he wasn’t saying anything, his dilated eyes spoke volumes. Shinichi couldn’t tear them away from her lips. He was in deep, observing and nothing more, yet observing way too hard . Too hard it made her so conscious she felt her cheeks heat up and her pulse thrum tormentingly.

“...Shinichi?”

“Ran.” He took one uncertain step forward. “...Damn. Goddamn it.”

Her mouth ran dry.

Was he going to kiss her?

He was still staring, eyebrows wired in a manner that made it difficult for her to decipher the thoughts running in his head. But she’s certain he wasn’t expressionless anymore like he was prior.

Oh no, did she feel her legs take a step forward too?

She didn’t know what incited him, but from the way his attention locked on her lips and the way his eyes hooded at the sight, she took it that he’s ready to take and mark her to his preference.

Oh no, she kinda wanted that, didn’t she?

She swallowed the saliva that had accumulated at the back of her tongue, letting the thought of kissing him run loose in her brain entirely.

Oh no. Sonoko was right now, wasn’t she?

After ten long seconds of them just staring at each other with vanilla stuck on her lips and breath stuck in his lungs, Shinichi, in the end, turned his back to Ran.

Tips of ears red, he mumbled. “...Curse you, Hattori.”

Ran tilted her head, uncertain if she heard him correctly. “What?”

Shinichi ruffled his hair as if annoyed, but Ran felt that the annoyance wasn’t directed at her but more at himself. “Have your way. Bite your friggin’ ice cream.”

She blinked. “...That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

Ran felt her chest deflate, releasing the breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding for the past minute.

Not only did she expect something, but she also did not get it, and she even lost her chance at Ginza lunches.

“Hey, that’s rude, face me and speak more kindly,” she demanded, curt, mood already dampened by her lose-lose situation.

“Finish your ice cream first before I face you.”

Ran rolled her eyes. “What, disturbed that I’d rather bite the sundae than lick it?”

“...Yes,” he said, humorlessly. “More than you’ll ever know.”

“But licking—”

“But do whatever you want.” He cut her short. “Bite or lick, I’m not... uh, just finish it quick. Please.”

She did, very quick unlike the takoyaki, and they went home with her noting how the tips of his ears remained red and how he hadn’t glanced again at her face, confirming her lost chances of truly getting a kiss.

“And what did I tell you?”

“I get it… no need to rub it in my face.”

Sonoko chortled, taking a mouthful of yasai itame from the customized bento Ran ever so diligently prepared. The dejected woman sat across her friend on the floor, legs and arms crossed, blankly staring at the rough cement of the rooftop.

“What are you going to do about it now?”

“I don’t know.”

Ran felt her friend’s eyes scan her from head to toe, having no idea if it was a look of judgment or pity she was giving or all of the above. She’s way too embarrassed to even bother knowing.

“You don’t have to wait for him, Ran. You can just, you know, go for it yourself,” said the woman.

“I—“ she blushed. “But that’s…”

“What? It’s not the 19th century anymore. If you want something, go for it! All’s fair in love and war, o-ku-sa-ma ,” Sonoko lectured. “Though really, your boyfriend is an idiot, I can’t believe he didn’t go for it! What a wuss.”

“Maybe he didn’t want to—”

“Oh, please. There’s drought on those lips and they’re dying to be baptized by yours.” Sonoko winked at her knowingly. Ran’s eyes blew wide, blush intensifying like the afternoon sun.

“Sonoko! You don’t have to say it like—”

“Want to make a different bet this time? Who will kiss the other first, you or Shinichi?”

“N-no, no more deals please!” Ran implored, utterly defeated. “Instead of deals, I’ll...I’ll try and...see... what I can do.”

“Atta girl. That’s the spirit.”

“And what did I tell ya, Kudo?”

“Shut up. I know.”

Heiji chuckled on the other line. “No ya don’t. If ya did then this bet wouldn’t have happened. Congratulations to me for winning that Koshien ticket premium seat and congratulations to ya for proving ya cannot stand a day without wanting nee-chan’s—“

“Hey, I said I know okay,” Shinichi’s voice raised a notch louder. Afraid that he might have caught the girls’ attention, he peeked on the other side of the rooftop door where he reclined and saw that they were still talking.

Closing the door gently behind him, he sat himself on the first tread of stairs. “For the record, I was doing so well until the ice cream thing happened.”

Heiji laughed some more.

“And? How did nee-chan react?”

“She...stepped forward too.”

A faint whistle echoed from the receiver. “ That seals it. Now ya really have ta kiss her.”

He ruffled his hair, visibly nervous. “But what if she doesn’t—“

“It’s not the 19th century anymore, Kudo. Betcha your girl’s like Kazuha. They know what they want. And they aren’t afraid to show it. Nee-chan stepped forward. Like that ahou when she… Yea that’s your cue.”

The East Detective groaned inwardly.

“What? Don’t tell me we havta make a deal out of this too?”

“No need. I can do this.” He puffed his chest. “I’ll see what I can do. Give me...uh, until tomorrow.”

“Ya better, Kudo. I’m telling ya, nee-chan’s waiting.”

(Fortunately for Heiji, he didn’t have to wait until tomorrow.)

A/N: In another universe, it’s veteran bro Heiji assisting his fellow bro Shinichi with his love problem. In whatever universe, Ran always pays attention to Shinichi’s lips because the Scarlet School Trip Arc says so and the Scarlet School Trip Arc is law.

(Tumblr Side Note: This whole fic was born from @detectivegeekshin ’s comment on Kiss Prompt#23 - what if it’s the other way around, with Shinichi doing the food ‘teasing’? Thank you for the wonderful idea, now we have a thirsting Ran (っ˘ڡ˘ς) )

#shinran #fanfic #kudou shinichi #mouri ran #12 games #managed to squeeze in an update before the year ends!#(hope you leave a review if you read this in AO3/FFN! 🙂)

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superhero confidential [#2]

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WE'RE NEARLY THREE HOURS INTO what is proving to be a very enlightening interview when another holographic screen pops up with a muted ping.

Miyano-san barely spares it a glance before standing up and striding around the table to the door. "Your new wings are done, Hattori-kun, I need to do the flight test."

"Huh?" Hattori-san looks up in apparent surprise, even though I'm certain that this moment has been planned all along.

"I'm going to tell the fabrication bots to paint them red and gold if you're not at the lab in fifteen," comes the reply from the hallway.

One exclamation of extreme dismay later, and we're left with the three of us and a suddenly-awkward silence in the room. I take the chance to swap out my voice recorder's batteries – I have the feeling that I'm going to need them, for whatever's coming up next.

When I look back up again, the two remaining Avengers are apparently having a silent but slightly heated discussion by looks and the occasional shrug.

It's Toyama-san who looks away first, while Kudo-san takes a deep breath, as if he's bracing himself for something. "You know who Ran is, right? Mouri Ran."

It's almost a ridiculous question, in this context.

Among most of the younger generation, the first thing that comes to mind about the good Captain's second-in-command is not the utter scandal (at the time, at least) of her having been revealed to be a woman all along, while the dust of WWII was still busy settling down.

Or perhaps it still is, just in a different sense – her story has morphed into a second Mulan of sorts, a fierce fighter who'd taken up arms to stand beside her childhood friend on the other end of a war. Girls grew up wanting to be that brave, to be just like her, never mind the staggeringly complex politics of the situation.

So to answer the question: yes, I know who Mouri Ran is.

This much is evident, because Kudo-san continues on a surprising turn. "What about the Winter Soldier?"

Now this question, unlike the last, is rather more complicated.

This much is known: somewhere between the events spanning the attack on SHIELD director Yamato Kansuke and the smoking ruins of that same agency in the Sumida River, the Winter Soldier went from an unlikely ghost story to a too-real spectre of death.

Eyewitness reports agree on the salient details: a woman of slender build, metal arm, and long hair. Filling the blanks of history with the SHIELD files gives us the rest: a list of kills confirmed or suspected, stretching back an improbable number of decades.

But that is all we have – facts that sketch the outline of a person, and nothing that fills that gap. We know increasingly more of what the Winter Soldier is, but nothing about who she is.

Not just yet, at least.

I say as much to Kudo-san, who nods, then hesitates for the first time in our time so far. "That was the first time I met the Soldier, yes. But the truth is – "

His voice falters and stops.

"It's alright, Shinichi, I can speak for myself," says a soft voice from the door, and I turn to see Mouri Ran standing there, metal arm and long hair gleaming dully in the low light.

THERE IS NO EASY OR KIND WAY to say this: Mouri Ran, one of the heroes of WWII, has also been the Winter Soldier in the intervening decades since.

None of it was by her will, as both Cap and Widow make certain to emphasise to me several times afterwards.

(There is also no mistaking that the two are acting as something larger than their usual selves, in this matter. They are each the quiet to the other's fire, and it is not at all difficult to see the same people who stared down both the Cabinet and National Diet – and, by all accounts, 117 of the UN's 193 countries – and willed them to blink first.)

At the time of this interview, the wheels of judicial systems both domestic and international have already begun to turn. Japan abolished its statute of limitations on murder in late April of 2010, meaning that cases dating from 1995 and onwards are still up for prosecution, and the possibility of extradition is still not entirely off the table yet.

But any and all trials will be strictly closed to the public, at least until the final verdict is released, and Mouri-san will be accorded all considerations due her status as a prisoner of war under extreme duress.

"I made it a non-negotiable condition of accepting the Accords," Kudo-san explains, in a brusque summary of what must have been an uphill fight against the many parties involved. "If we're going to sign over any part of our rights as enhanced individuals, we also need to recognise what happens when that power and responsibility falls into the wrong hands."

All this comes later, though. What follows is a short transcript of that initial conversation between myself and Mouri Ran, in what will likely be the first of many accounts of her time as the Winter Soldier and beyond.

HH: Thank you for taking the time to speak to me today, Mouri-san.

MR: Just call me Ran, please. I'm sorry if this came as a bit of a nasty surprise, we weren't sure how you would react to the news.

HH: It's – honestly speaking? I'm still trying to process it, but I almost can't believe that I'm actually talking to you in person. You've always been one of my heroes.

MR: [with a slight smile] If it's any consolation, that's a little weird for me to hear as well. Most of the publicity was focused on Shinichi during the war, no one outside of SSR and the Army really knew who the rest of the Howling Commandos were, but then we ended up here and... [she cuts herself off with the wave of one hand] I'm sorry, that's not really what you wanted to talk about, is it?

HH: Well, I think most of us want to know what happened between 1945 and now, but I'd be happy to discuss whatever topic you prefer, Ran-san.

MR: To be frank, I don't really remember all of it – I'm still getting memories back here and there, but most of it's badly scrambled, both in terms of time and place.

TK: Like when you wake up from a long nap and suddenly don't know if it's still the same day, y'know? Except worse.

HH: That must've been very confusing for you, Ran-san.

MR: It was. I had all these notebooks that I wrote things in, I was so afraid of forgetting again. It was really lucky for me that K- I mean, Widow released all those SHIELD files online, otherwise I really would've wondered if I was just going crazy. [turns towards Toyama-san] I don't think I've ever thanked you for that, Kazuha-chan.

TK: That's the first time anyone's ever said that to me! [chuckles] You're definitely welcome, Ran-chan.

MR: Really, I don't know what I would've done without you. All of you. [turns back to me, taking out a piece of paper] It's not entirely complete – my lawyer's instructed me to redact the details until after the trial – but we've been able to piece together the events from then until now. Most of them, at least.

[An annotated version of this document has been reproduced on the following page of this article.]

HH: I'm a reporter, I understand having more questions than answers. I really appreciate you trusting me with this information, Ran-san.

MR: I don't like talking about it, but – [shrugs] Like Shinichi's always saying, there's only one truth, right?

KS: [a little tersely] Yeah.

MR: Shinichi? [reaching for his hand] I thought we'd agreed on this, people are going to find out after the trial and –

KS: – and you want to do it on your own terms, yeah. It's just... [he takes her hand with a sigh] All those years, and I never had a clue.

TK: You were off bein' an ice cube for most of those years, Shinichi-kun, I think you're excused. Don't think even Holmes solved any mysteries while he was dead.

KS: Well, actually –

[All three of them laugh at some apparently shared joke, breaking the tension in the atmosphere.]

MR: You found me in the end, that's what matters. [glances over at me, still smiling] These parts I definitely remember – this tiny scrap of a detective picking fights everywhere, trying to solve every mystery in town. Even though he was sick most of the time. Like having the worst younger brother you've never wanted, I swear.

HH: [laughs] Oh, I can definitely relate to that, I know the type.

MR: Right?

HH: Yeah. To wrap this up, then – is there anything you want to say to the readers?

MR: Just... I'd like to apologise to everyone I've hurt by my actions, both directly or otherwise. I know it won't fix anything, and I understand if you never accept this apology, but – [she bows] I'm very sorry, and I'll do everything in my power to make up for it.

HH: And what would you like to do after this? Anything specific?

MR: Well, there's the trial first, of course. Who knows how long that'll take. After that – I really have no idea, actually. Kazuha-chan's invited me to go crash dojos –

TK: Hey now, I don't crash things, that's Heiji you're thinking of –

MR: – with her anytime, but I've been thinking about travelling a bit with Shinichi and everyone else? See places when they're not halfway being blown up, catch up on the things I've missed.

HH: Wherever the wind takes you, then?

MR: [smiles and nods] Yeah, just like that. I think I've had enough of plans for a while, you know?

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Xả stress ngay với 6 bộ phim trinh thám cực đỉnh của Nhật Bản này

Nhật Bản là quốc gia nổi tiếng với những bộ manga mang tiếng nói của thế giới, những bộ phim hoạt hình nổi tiếng ra khỏi khu vực Châu Á. Bên cạnh đó không thể bỏ qua là phim trinh thám của Nhật. Với những màn phá án cuốn hút, suy luận tài tình, cùng với những màn đối đầu giữa cái thiện và các ác đến nghẹt thở khiến người xem hứa hẹn sẽ mang lại cho bạn những thước phim tuyệt vời nhất.

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Thần Thám Thị Giác Higurashi Tabito

Thần thám thị giác Higurashi Tabito là bộ phim về chàng thám tử mất hết 4 giác quan thính, khứu, vị giác và xúc giác, chính vì vậy Higurashi Tabito (Tori Matsuzaka) hành nghề chỉ dựa vào thị giác. Higurashi Tabito sống cùng đàn em Masahiko Yukiji (Gaku Hamada) và con gái nuôi Tei Momoshiro (Moeno Sumida).

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Link phim: http://bilutv.com/phim/than-tham-thi-giac-higurashi-tabito-5036.html

Thế Giới Bí Ẩn Của Higashino Keigo

Thế Giới Bí Ẩn Của Higashino Keigo là bộ phim ra mắt năm 2016 thu hút khán giả bởi những tình tiết tình cảm, tâm lí dở khóc dở cười của bộ phim. Bộ phim với 11 tập chính là 11 câu chuyện riêng rẽ, 11 diễn viên riêng lẻ. Câu chuyện kể về cuộc đời của nhà văn trinh thám được yêu thích tại Nhật với những mẫu chuyện tách rời nhau, được sắp xếp ngẫu nhiên. Mỗi tập là một diễn viên chính khác nhau. mỗi câu chuyện khác nhau, cách diễn đạt khác nhau và từ kinh dị đến nhân văn.

Link phim: http://vietsubtv.com/phim-the-gioi-bi-an-cua-higashino-keigo-16737.html

Và Rồi Chẳng Còn Ai

Và Rồi Chẳng Còn Ai là bộ phim phát hành năm 2016 với thời lượng 5 tập thu hút khán giả bởi cuộc đời khắc nghiệt của nam chính. Câu chuyện là cuộc đời của Shinichi Todo, một người đàn ông thông minh, đẹp trai, thành đạt và được mọi người yêu mến. Chuyện sẽ êm đềm chẳng có gì nếu một ngày anh không bị phòng nhân sự gọi lên chất vấn vì có một người cùng danh tính với mình đã bị bắt giữ. Phim với sự tham gia góp mặt của dàn diễn viên Tatsuya Fujiwara, Tetsuji Tamayama, Fumi Nikaido, Hiroki Konno, Hiromi….

Link phim: http://vietsubtv.com/phim-va-roi-chang-con-ai-15479.html

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Link phim: https://tv.zing.vn/quyen-so-thien-menh

Ngày Chết

Ngày chết là bộ phim tâm lí hình sự thu hút giới trẻ của Nhật và trên khắp Châu Á từ ngày đầu ra mắt phim. Bộ phim là câu chuyện kể về nhóm bạn là sinh viên của Yuta Shino tổ chức một chuyến dã ngoại nghỉ hè trên núi phía Tây Nhật Bản. Mọi chuyện tưởng chừng vô cùng vui vẻ và thoải mái cho đến khi mọi người phát hiện xác chết của một tân sinh viên trong trường đại học của họ. Mọi nghi ngờ đều đổ dồn vào nhóm bạn của Yuta, vì vậy mà họ quyết định điều tra để tìm ra sự thật.

Link phim: http://vietsubtv.com/phim-ngay-chet-12180.html

Ô nhục: Quá giới hạn

Đạo diễn phim là Takeshi Kitano – cha đẻ của những tác phẩm ám ảnh về đề tài xã hội đen Nhật Bản. Bộ phim nối dài câu chuyện Outrage được ra mắt vào năm 2010, kể về xung đột giữa các thế hệ khi một gia đình Yakuza lớn mạnh quá tầm kiểm soát. Cũng trong giai đoạn chuyển giao nhạy cảm, gia đình này bị phá hoại ngầm bởi một tay cảnh sát tham nhũng ác độc.

Thế giới được vẽ lên trong Beyond Outrage khắc nghiệt, u tối và đầy bạo lực. Khi lòng tự trọng bị thử thách bởi nấc thang giá trị mới, bộ mặt thật của những kẻ tiểu nhân trong các nhóm Yakuza và kẻ có thẩm quyền cũng lộ diện.

Link phim: http://www.phimmoi.net/phim/o-nhuc-qua-gioi-han-6068/

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