Scotch was dead. He didn't even know if it was true. This damned place was so white that he didn't dare think about anything. He had spent about four years muddling along by himself, waiting for the cheap partner the System had told him about.
In the fourth year of practicing Occlumency, his cheap partner finally died too.
Gin, huh? Why couldn't you have died sooner?
Gin died, and Kurosawa Jin met Morofushi Hiromitsu in a pure white space. This damned place was so white that he dared to think about anything. By the way, who was this guy? It took Kurosawa Jin a full five minutes to remember his name.
Oh, he was dead. Gin said that explained it.
Scotch, huh? He died pretty early.
After a deal, the two briefly reached an agreement to work together, but...
Was there something wrong with the organization that forced them into a partnership? The two of them both felt something was off during their orientation. Sure, the missions were open and transparent, but were these reviewers even remotely professional?
Whatever. They could do what they wanted. Long story short, Gin and Scotch got together.
[Warnings]
1. Gin/Scotch, a slow burn since love takes time. All other pairings are canon.
2. Includes forum-style sections and can get pretty chaotic.
3. Not sure if I can keep updating. I might abandon it when I run out of interest.
4. Written to indulge my kinks. OOC is inevitable, and there's a lot of made-up material.
5. If I somehow manage to write through the end of the Conan era, it will become a quick transmigration story, but that's almost impossible.
Theme: What kind of ending could we have if we worked together for a little while?
