Okay, so this is based off of Agatha Christie's book And Then There Were None. You'll have to figure out who the killer is and all that. For those of you who have read the actual book, it won't be the exact same- Otherwise that would give away the killer! Also, if you would rather not read about characters dying, then pass this story up, because the whole concept of And Then There Were Noneis the guests getting picked off one by one (You'll see what I mean if you don't already know) so read at your own risk- Your favorite character might be on the chopping block. Sorry the intro (this) is a little crappy, but I tried. I hope I make this mysterious enough so it keep you guessing, and I hope you enjoy it!
"Kyo-kun! Yuki-kun! Shigure-san! We all got mail!" Tohru Honda's cheery voice broke through the dull morning silence of the breakfast table, and the young brunette girl entered the room holding four envelopes.
"All of us?" Yuki Sohma looked up blearily from his bowl of cereal as Tohru sat down next to him. He had just woken up and was a little (Or, in other words, very) detached from reality.
"Sissy boy," Kyo snorted under his breath. Tohru placed an envelope in front of him and handed one to Yuki and Shigure Sohma. "It's nine o' clock on a Saturday- You should have woken up hours-" Kyo twitched in his seat and let out another curse that was probably inappropriate for Tohru's innocent ears. "Fight me with your fists if you want to fight! Don't kick under the damn table!" Kyo ducked under the table to rub his injured leg and a few seconds later there was third swear and a crash. Kyo reappeared and lunged across the table at Yuki, a bruise already showing under his eye where he had been kicked him the second time.
"Don't make me separate you two," Shigure said with a laugh as he opened his letter. "What's gotten you in such a mood, Kyon? Sit back down, you're getting butter all over yourself." Tohru held back a giggle and looked over at Kyo, he was leaning right in the butter dish while trying to attack Yuki.
"Yeah, Kyon," Yuki joined in, going back to his cereal like no one was intending to kill him, "what's your problem?"
"Don't call me that." Kyo sat back down and wiped ineffectively at his shirt with a napkin. "And that Rat is the one who started it, not me." He glowered at Yuki and ripped his own envelope open, as did "that Rat."
"This is strange..." Four voices said at almost the exact same time. And, again simultaneously, the group began to read their letters out loud. Each was exactly the same, save for the greeting.
"Dear Ms. Tohru Honda..."
"Dear Mr. Yuki Sohma..."
"Dear Mr. Kyo Sohma..."
"Dear Mr. Shigure Sohma..."
--
Isuzu "Rin" Sohma looked up from the strange letter in her hand at the sound of a knock on the door. "Come in," she called, smiling when the door swung open and she saw who was on the other side.
"Hey," Haru Sohma said. He walked inside, shut the door behind him, sat next to Rin on her bed and gave her a quick kiss. "When you called you said you had a weird letter, right?" Rin nodded, she had wanted to show it to Haru and see what he thought of it. "Well, I got one, too." He pulled a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to her, while she handed hers to him.
They were the exact same.
"Dear Ms. Isuzu Sohma..."
"Dear Mr. Hatsuharu Sohma..."
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Ritsu Sohma was just going to the store, honest. He hadn't meant to get mail, and hadn't asked anyone to go to the trouble of writing him a letter. But when the monkey saw the little red flag up on his mailbox, he couldn't help but drop his grocery bags in surprise and rush over to the mailbox.
"I'm sorry to the mailman for having to go out of his way to deliver this letter, and I'm sorry to whoever wrote it for wasting their time on me, and I'm sorry for dropping the food I bought on the ground and maybe ruining it, and..." His apologies continued while he ripped open the letter and read:
"Dear Mr. Ritsu Sohma..."
--
"Is Akito feeling well enough to have visitors?"
"Huh?" Kureno Sohma's brow unfurrowed as he looked up from a piece of paper in his hand. "Oh, yes, but didn't you just come for his check-up yesterday?"
Hatori Sohma nodded, but then held up an unopened envelope with Akito's name printed on the front. "This was sent to my office by mistake, but I received a letter just like it- One with no return address, I mean."
Kureno held up the paper he had been reading before Hatori arrived. "I got one like that today, too." They went inside and found Akito Sohma sitting by his (or rather, her) window, staring at something it seemed only she could see.
"Akito, I have a letter for you," Hatori said, walking over to her and holding it out to her.
"Who is it from?" She asked sharply.
Hatori held back a sigh and said, "I don't know, there was no return address."
Akito took the letter, opened and read it, and said, "What's this supposed to mean?"
Hatori scanned it over her shoulder and said with some surprise, "That's what my letter said, too."
"Dear Mr. Hatori Sohma..."
"Dear Mr. Kureno Sohma..."
"Dear Mr. Akito Sohma..."
--
The ten read the exact same letter, and the ten tried to figure how to respond...
You and nine other guests are cordially invited to Indian Island in Devon county (not the one in England!) for a get together and reunion of sorts with the Sohmas I personally know. I expect the younger of you don't remember me, but every few summers you would all spend a few weeks in the mansion with me. I thought since it has been so long we should all meet up again. Enclosed are directions to Devon. A man named Mr. Ryoa will ferry you to the island and we can all spend a nice weekend together on the twelfth if you are all up to it.
Sincerely,
Miss Terri-The signature was followed by an illegible last name (they just assumed it was Sohma), and the nine Sohma's, while each of them vaguely remembered Indian Island, ("Didn't we stop going to that island after the rabbit was born?" Akito asked Hatori, and she got an affirmative answer.) tried to remember who Terri was. ("She was the American maid, right?" Was what Shigure suggested.)
But Tohru continued reading: On her letter there was a post script.
P.S. Ms. Honda, I know you must think I'm strange and rude by sending this to you, but I've heard so many nice things about you that I want extend this invitation to you, also.
A mansion? She was invited to a mansion? That was too kind of this unknown Sohma... But Tohru was invited, so if everyone else was planning on going it wouldn't hurt for her to tag along, would it?
Ten little Indian boys... Had no idea what they were getting themselves into.