Rukia Kurosaki

This is one of my tons of comics... This one features Natake Erru, my Detective Conan OC and the Black Org. member known as Amontillado. She becomes a classmate of Ran, Sonoko, and Sera, and is the youngest member of the BO at seventeen. She has short cropped hair, dyed the color of blood, and normally wears collared shirts and sometimes backward baseball caps, and constantly listens to and reads Edgar Allen Poe's stories and poems.

Thanks Ari~ ^^

Here's what my pm said:

(You can control the black org. members~ That way, I don't have most of the shooters on my side of the rp, even if they work against your gang guys) Hidemi pauses, watching Erru. "And if I let them go, will you release her?" Her expression darkens. "Or will you shoot her like you did that other CIA agent?!" Erru smiles, "Hondou-san, just leave the bastards to their own devices... This isn't our mission to take. I sent security to where Eisuke is to protect him, and Jodie and you-know-who are monitoring the prisoners." She glares up at Petrov. "You could loosen your grip a little, ya know~" With a smirk, she whistles the opening of Nanatsu no Ko, making a motion at Hidemi to tell her to leave. Hidemi nods and runs off in pursuit of Eisuke. "And in case you didn't know, I've got allies on both sides of the law..." Several figures appear, surrounding Petrov's men. "FBI knows me as Erru, but my friends call me Amontillado..."

Shinichi blinked, then whispered back, "Are you sure? Who is it?" After a second, he added, "Then you're the ally?" With a wink, Sera grinned, replying, "Yup~ And I figured the second I saw you that you were on my side... The guy who called said there were two others: a rival and a 'third.' The rival is Bourbon." Shinichi froze. "Ah- y- you know about the Black Organization? How-?" Sera sighed, "Ya know, you're pretty dense. I'm not gonna tell you how I know who they are, but I will say that Amuro Tooru was following me on the way here. He's definitely on this train somewhere." Shinichi twitched. "And... you know that Amuro is Bourbon... is there anything you don't know about the situation?" For a moment Sera frowned, thinking. "Yeah... I'm not sure who the third person is. I have no clue whether they're an enemy or an ally... I don't even know their gender or age. All I know is that they're either in Osaka now, or on this train." The two stood together cautiously until the train halted, looking out for anyone acting suspiciously. When there was no development after most of the other passengers had left, they stepped out onto the platform, studying the station. Sera walked straight up the stairs and headed outside with a confused Shinichi in tow. "Where are you going?" "A little while after I got on the train, I found a paper in my motorcycle helmet telling me where to go next. Sorry, I forgot to mention it..." She crossed the street the moment the 'walk' signal appeared, adding, "This baggage claim ticket was wrapped in the message, for number thirteen at Osaka's Kansai Hotel." Sera pointed up at the building before them; sure enough, the huge Kansai Hotel was there, looming over their path. "C'mon, Kudo-kun." Shinichi nodded and followed, annoyed that he was being led around by the other detective, but relieved that he at least knew who his enemy was. "Amuro..." Sera marched up to the counter, setting her claim ticket in front of the woman at the desk. "Oh, number thirteen..." She pulled a slender envelope from a cubby behind the desk, sliding it across the table to Sera. "Here you are, sir..." Sera's shoulders dropped. "It's... ma'am." The woman blinked. "Oh, I'm so sorry ma'am, it's just that, well... You're a bit petite, and with the short hair and the hat, I just thought..." Sera waved it off with an awkward grin. "Don't worry about it, that happens all the time..." She shuffled back to where Shinichi stood waiting and tore open the envelope. After reading the instructions she handed him a folded sheet of lined paper, said, "The hint is 'double-agent...'" and walked off. "Oi, where're you going?!" Sera shrugged. "My instructions said to give you the hint and the paper, and go investigate whatever I thought was relevant. I guess we're supposed to work separately, but toward the same end..." She waved and disappeared through the front doors of the hotel. Shinichi sighed and opened the paper he'd been given, reading it silently. 'Kudo Shinichi, no doubt you have discovered the names of the enemy and ally by now... Your other opponent is the one who will be monitoring you for me on an initiation mission. The third is my newest acquisition: Amontillado.' From across the lobby, a girl with blood-red hair watched Shinichi's movements. The smile returned below her blue-grey eyes as from her headphones, a voice finished its recital. "In pace requiescat."

The bullet train into Osaka left the platform at 9:37 am. From within the crowd of passengers a pair of eyes locked onto Shinichi, and the lips below them curved into a smirk of recognition. Feeling the pricking sensation between his shoulderblades, he glanced around, but no one appeared to be looking in his direction. With a sigh of relief the detective tugged his hood down further over his face. It's crazy to go out in public as myself... but if the Organization already knows I'm alive, there's no way to avoid it. He stood there amongst the other seatless riders, his thoughts occupied and his palms sweating. Shinichi gripped the cell phone that sat in his right pocket, which was set on vibrate in case the caller decided to contact him. Without knowing why, he felt that he wouldn't be called until he left the train in any case. Whoever organized this is watching. Most likely he planted one of the passengers. He studied the other Osaka-bound men and women, looking for someone who was alert, secretive, out of place... Like myself, he realized. I'm an easy target to spy on. I make it so simple to pick me out of a crowd... With a sigh he turned his attention back to the people around him, studying everyone's movements and expressions; An old grey-haired man with glasses stood quietly reading a brochure. When he noticed Shinichi, he smiled. "Good morning, young man," he said brightly. Shinichi blinked, replying, "Ah good morning, sir." The old man held up what he had been reading; "This is a map of all the places I'm going to visit in Osaka today~" Shinichi couldn't help but smile at the chipper personality of the fit, positive elderly man. With a nod, the old man returned to his reading, and Shinichi allowed himself another careful look around. A neatly dressed businessman favoring his left foot was leaning against the wall and checking his watch impatiently. He shook his head and tapped the watch impatiently, but didn't seem to notice Shinichi. Three teenage boys in baseball uniforms stood together, talking animatedly and high-fiving from time to time. One had buzzed black hair and glasses, and another close-cropped blonde hair and expressive brown eyes. The third, who was tall and muscular, snickered and slapped his friend on the back. As Shinichi studied them, the blonde one turned and gave him a thumbs up. "You goin' to the game too? It's us against Osaka's minor leaguers." Shinichi paused before replying, "Yeah... A friend and I are coming to watch." As they broke eye contact, he bit his lip. A baseball stadium would be a great place to meet with his 'ally' and discuss the contest in confidence. That was, if the caller didn't bug them or send someone to trail them. He shook his head and continued searching. A mother and son stood together, the mom trying to fix her child's messy brown hair. Neither of them even glanced his way. A girl in a collared shirt and tie stood staring out the window, a pair of headphones in her ears. Shinichi stared at her hair for a minute, which was cropped short and dyed a dark, blood red. She glanced his way, then smiled lightly, turning her attention back to the scenery and mouthing the words coming from her mp3 player. Shinichi could just make out the word, 'Nevermore...' He raised an eyebrow at the strange girl's actions, then shrugged. As he turned his head, a pair of swamp-green eyes locked on to his. "Kudou Shinichi..." "Ah- I..." Sera grinned. "You're Ran-chan's boyfriend! Kudo-kun, right?" Shinichi froze. "Masumi Sera-san?" The shorter detective nodded. "I guess Ran-chan told you about me!" She held out a hand. "It's nice to finally meet you, Kudo-kun." Shinichi took her hand and shook it. "You too, Sera-san..." He sighed... No one's observing me. I'm too worked up. Sera frowned and grabbed the sleeve of Shinichi's jacket, pulling him close enough that she could whisper, "The rival of the game is on this train, as is the third..."

^ my role was gunman xD and KKLT was my partner in crime <3

\o/ Yay! Kaito-chan got MVRP~ ^^ *high fives*