Detective Conan: The Young Master of the Black Organization’s Laid-Back Days

The Leisurely Days of the Liquor Company’s Young Master

Synopsis:

This is a fan fiction, with Gin as the love interest ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄*₎◞ ̑̑

After transmigrating as Rye, the Liquor Company’s most doted-on young master, Ling declares: “Slacking off is the best way to ‘rebel’ against the organization.”

With a gorgeous, youthful face, he modifies an anti-surveillance communicator with his left hand to slack off, while twirling disguise tools taught to him by Vermouth in his right to tease Gin. Vodka follows behind calling him “Young Master,” making Ling the undisputed top of the Liquor Company’s food chain.

By day, he is Asaba Ling, Teitan High School’s genius inventor, and he keeps Conan completely at his mercy: misleading clues, deliberately leaked codes, and “bomb deliveries” sent while disguised as Kaito Kid leave the little detective with darker circles under his eyes every day.

At night, he holes up in the Liquor Company’s lab, using materials meant for developing poison to cobble together a robot that says, “Hello, Uncle Gin.” Gin points his gun at him three times in fury, yet always looks away when he sees Ling’s innocent puppy-dog eyes.

Vermouth ruffles his hair and laughs. “My little young master, keep this up and Gin will blow up your toy warehouse.”

Ling sucks on a lollipop, spinning a homemade miniature smoke bomb between his fingers. “Don’t worry, sis. I have a backup plan, like the new ‘accelerator’ under his car.”

He is the “problem child” of the Black Organization and the “mysterious variable” of the Red team, holding the organization’s secrets in one hand and tugging on Conan’s tie with the other, dancing more gleefully than anyone on the line between good and evil.

When Gin’s gun presses against his temple and Conan’s Tranquilizer Dart takes aim at the back of his neck, Ling just smiles and hits the detonator. “Take it easy. The game’s only just reached its climax.”