Disclaimer: Detective Conan is not mine. This fanfic is a translation.
Enjoy Reading!
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December 25th, Christmas Day, and also the day for the organization's operations team medical checkups.
Very obediently, Ritsu stopped eating after 10 p.m. Early the next morning, before dawn had even broken, Vodka drove a Porsche 356A to the research institute and woke up the still half-asleep Macallan, saying they would go to the checkup together.
It was a rare experience, being treated like a boss and sitting in the back seat. He spent the entire ride nodding off, drifting in and out of sleep.
The organization's hospital was located on the basement level at 4-14 Beika Town. Who would have thought that beneath a shooting club building, there would be such a facility?
Since there were many lower-ranking members in the operations team, those with codenames were given priority for checkups. Holding his number ticket, Ritsu noticed it was his lucky number, 7.
Following the signs to the waiting area, he realized that the person ahead of him was… a child. The boy wasn't even as tall as Shiho.
Even counting the little tuft of hair sticking up on his head, he barely reached Ritsu's waist. Where had the organization even "recruited" this elementary school kid from? And he was part of the operations team?
'Wait, if his number was ahead of mine, doesn't that mean he has a codename?!'
For the first time, a violent earthquake seemed to shake Ritsu's usually calm gaze, magnitude six. This boy, barely around 1.4 meters tall, was actually a codename member.
He discreetly glanced sideways. The boy's clothing style was clearly inspired by Gin, almost identical from the neck down, except he wasn't wearing a fedora.
Not one to strike up conversations with strangers, Ritsu simply crossed his arms and stopped looking, waiting for the doctor inside to call his number.
"Number 6, Glenfiddich!"
Glenfiddich?
In order to quickly recognize the organization's codenames, Ritsu had familiarized himself with all kinds of alcohol brands. That's how he knew this boy, like himself, belonged to the Scotch whisky category.
After hearing the soft female voice call his codename, the well-behaved Glenfiddich shuddered slightly. His face was full of reluctance, but he still resigned himself and walked into the room.
Ritsu raised an eyebrow at the sight. Even as a member of the organization, he was still just a child, of course he'd show fear toward a medical checkup.
However, Ritsu had no idea what awaited behind that door.
"Number 7, Macallan!"
Finally, it was his turn. The efficiency was painfully slow, was there only one doctor inside?
Holding his number ticket, Ritsu approached the sliding door, inserted the card into the slot, and stepped inside as it opened. The door shut behind him immediately.
Calmly walking to the left, he saw a woman dressed in a red biker-style leather jacket with a white lab coat draped over it. Her long wavy hair was dyed a striking pink, and her phoenix-shaped eyes held an indescribable gaze.
Most importantly, shouldn't a doctor be holding a stethoscope? Why was she holding a small whip instead?!
Gulp.
Ritsu suddenly had a bad feeling. He recalled what Shiho had said the night before.
"There's a good chance Taylors will be the one doing your checkup. Be careful, she really likes men of your type."
Glancing down, he spotted the name badge on her lab coat: Taylors.
Clicking her high heels, at least ten centimeters tall, Taylors approached Macallan. She extended a finger and tapped his cheek, smiling. "Ah, no wonder the codename didn't ring a bell… you're new, aren't you?"
Why was she getting so handsy right away?!
Ritsu stepped back, only to find there was nowhere left to retreat, his back pressed against the sliding door. Keeping his composure, he asked, "Taylors-san, shouldn't we begin the checkup? There are still many people waiting."
Taylors loved seeing prey react like this. Narrowing her eyes, she turned and pointed at the bed. "Sure. Just take off all your clothes and lie down."
"All—everything?!"
For the first time in his life, Ritsu was so shocked his voice cracked. Swallowing hard, he suddenly understood why Glenfiddich had looked so frightened earlier. It wasn't the needles, he was afraid of this shameless, overly touchy woman!
"Hahaha, just kidding. You only need to take off your top."
"…Oh."
'Please don't joke like that, it shortens lives.'
Taking off just his shirt was manageable. After all, it wasn't much different from swimming at the beach.
Ritsu removed his black jacket and neatly set it aside, then unbuttoned his dark blue shirt. As soon as he finished taking off his upper clothing, he noticed Taylors staring straight at his torso, her face flushed and her eyes gleaming as she muttered to herself.
"No excess fat, clean waistline, perfect muscle definition… that V-line disappearing into the waistband is just right, so sexy! Those abs look like a chocolate bar… I really want to touch them… ah, this will make great material for my manga!"
"…."
The first part just sounded like pure perversion, but that last sentence… manga material? Even the organization's doctors were workaholics? She even had a side job as a manga artist?
Still, she definitely didn't look like she drew anything "normal."
Suspicious.
"Macallan~ big sis wants to give you a massage, okay?"
"…No."
"Don't be shy, I'm professionally certified!"
"No, thank you."
Just as the two circled the examination bed in a battle of wits, the sliding door suddenly opened. The person who entered with a master key card was none other than a high-ranking member of the organization, Gin.
He didn't look pleased. Fixing Taylors with an irritated glare, he said coldly, "Taylors, have you had enough?"
The moment she saw Gin, Taylors cleared her throat and immediately put on a composed expression, even adopting a gentle, big-sister demeanor. "Gin, you're here."
"Not started yet?"
"Starting now," Taylors replied, clearly a bit wary of him. Turning to Ritsu, she said, "Please follow me. We'll begin with an ECG."
With Gin standing nearby, Taylors behaved herself throughout the rest of the checkup, no unnecessary physical contact at all.
After the final examination, Gin grabbed the jacket from the side and tossed it to Ritsu. "Let's go. Vodka's already bought breakfast."
"Understood, Gin-san."
Back in the car, Ritsu took the sandwich and milk Vodka handed him, eating carefully so as not to drop crumbs, it was Gin's prized car, after all.
Seeing his boss smoking outside, Vodka leaned over with a grin. "So? Did Taylors strip you down?"
"…You too, Vodka?"
"Not really," Vodka said calmly, sipping canned coffee. "Don't think too badly of her. Drawing manga is just her hobby."
"She's really a manga artist?"
"Yeah, just hasn't published anything. But her work circulates internally within the organization."
That piqued Ritsu's curiosity. "What kind of manga? Action-packed stuff?"
Vodka gave him a look that seemed to say, You've completely misunderstood her. After a pause, he lowered his voice and said.
"She… draws BL manga."
"Oh, I see."
Not understanding what "BL" meant, Ritsu immediately lost interest. But later, he suddenly remembered and looked it up on his phone…
…and he could never look at Taylors the same way again.
After all, that terrifying woman had tried to make him part of her "material"… truly horrifying.
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[Author's Note: Readers guest appearance, Glen.]