Who Killed Ms. Peacecraft?
Disclaimer: I own diddly squat. Nadda. Big fat goose egg. Zip. Clear?
Author Notes: Um…hi. Ok, well…what am I supposed to say? Uh, this is an AU fic, with little snippets from the show's characteristics. The story's supposed to be based on the book "The Westing Game" by Ellen Raskin. Or maybe the Clue books by Parker Brothers. Meh. Well, it doesn't have a lot to do with the books, but the plot is sorta of that sort. Um…non-yaoi. The story isn't very romantic, though. If this is a good start, let me know. If my story sucks, let me know. If you don't give shit about my writing, let me know. Well, without further ado, enjoy!
Ch. 1: She Was Found Dead
Ms. Relena Elizabeth Peacecraft was murdered at 2000 hours on December 5th, AC 205.
At 8:25 p.m. Heero Yuy found her lying sprawled out on the richly carpeted floor of her room, her hair fanned out around her head. Heero Yuy automatically yelled out for someone to call 911. He then closed the door to her room softly, and left the unconscious girl alone, surrounded by the darkness of the night.
Detective Une arrived at the Peacecraft mansion not ten minutes later, and rang the doorbell. Hearing the hurried footsteps of many people, she found herself staring into the worried eyes of around twenty people. A man with long blond hair stepped forward. He looked around behind the detective, his eyes narrowing.
"Where is the ambulance?" He voice was angry and stressed.
Detective Une shook her head and spoke calmly. "I'm sorry, but all of our ambulances seem to be busy at the moment, as there is a huge fire in Sank City, thirty miles from here. Most of the ambulances in the Sank Kingdom are on the scene, and it should be a good half and hour before one of them can reach us." She continued on, "and I presume you must be Mr. Peacecraft, sir?" She held out her hand to the blond man. "My name is Detective Anne Une, and I have been sent to clear some matters up while we are waiting for medic help."
The man shook her hand quickly. "Yes, I am Milliardo Peacecraft and I am the owner of the house. My little sister has been murdered."
Detective Une wasted no time. With the instructions to Relena Peacecraft's room, she marched up the stairs, making notes on her notebook the whole time. Milliardo went on after her, and was soon followed by his wife and Heero Yuy. The rest of the group was left standing in the large hallway of the Peacecraft Mansion, trying to comprehend what had just happened.
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"I'll see your five and raise you ten," a young man threw out his poker chips to the center of the table, feeling very confident of himself. He fingered his long brown braid, and smirked behind his cards.
"For crying out loud, Maxwell," a stern female voice said, throwing in another red chip. "You are the worst poker player in existence. You can never hide that crazy grin of yours."
"Oh, you just keep on thinking that, girlie, and I'll keep on grinning." The man with the long hair gave what was supposed to be an innocent smile. It didn't work.
A quiet blonde sitting on the other end of the table sighed loudly. This was going to be a long night. All seven heads that were focused on the cards in front of them suddenly whipped around when they heard someone's voice cry out.
"Someone call 911 now! Relena's hurt!"
The blonde leapt up, and ran to the nearest phone. The others ran to the origin of the voice, and looked up to see Heero Yuy walk slowly down the spiral staircase, his head bowed.
Duo Maxwell walked up to his friend, trying his hardest to contain his anxiety. "Hey, man, what happened? Your girl ok?" He looked up at Relena's room, wanting to see what had occurred. But no, if Relena was really hurt, Heero wouldn't have come downstairs and left her by herself.
Heero looked at his best friend, his eyes full of pain and anger. He could hardly talk, and his face was so full of shock that it took several moments for him to speak. His voice cracked, and he could hardly utter three simple words. Heero took a deep breath. "Duo, she's dead."
Disclaimer: I own diddly squat. Nadda. Big fat goose egg. Zip. Clear?
Author Notes: Um…hi. Ok, well…what am I supposed to say? Uh, this is an AU fic, with little snippets from the show's characteristics. The story's supposed to be based on the book "The Westing Game" by Ellen Raskin. Or maybe the Clue books by Parker Brothers. Meh. Well, it doesn't have a lot to do with the books, but the plot is sorta of that sort. Um…non-yaoi. The story isn't very romantic, though. If this is a good start, let me know. If my story sucks, let me know. If you don't give shit about my writing, let me know. Well, without further ado, enjoy!
Ch. 1: She Was Found Dead
Ms. Relena Elizabeth Peacecraft was murdered at 2000 hours on December 5th, AC 205.
At 8:25 p.m. Heero Yuy found her lying sprawled out on the richly carpeted floor of her room, her hair fanned out around her head. Heero Yuy automatically yelled out for someone to call 911. He then closed the door to her room softly, and left the unconscious girl alone, surrounded by the darkness of the night.
Detective Une arrived at the Peacecraft mansion not ten minutes later, and rang the doorbell. Hearing the hurried footsteps of many people, she found herself staring into the worried eyes of around twenty people. A man with long blond hair stepped forward. He looked around behind the detective, his eyes narrowing.
"Where is the ambulance?" He voice was angry and stressed.
Detective Une shook her head and spoke calmly. "I'm sorry, but all of our ambulances seem to be busy at the moment, as there is a huge fire in Sank City, thirty miles from here. Most of the ambulances in the Sank Kingdom are on the scene, and it should be a good half and hour before one of them can reach us." She continued on, "and I presume you must be Mr. Peacecraft, sir?" She held out her hand to the blond man. "My name is Detective Anne Une, and I have been sent to clear some matters up while we are waiting for medic help."
The man shook her hand quickly. "Yes, I am Milliardo Peacecraft and I am the owner of the house. My little sister has been murdered."
Detective Une wasted no time. With the instructions to Relena Peacecraft's room, she marched up the stairs, making notes on her notebook the whole time. Milliardo went on after her, and was soon followed by his wife and Heero Yuy. The rest of the group was left standing in the large hallway of the Peacecraft Mansion, trying to comprehend what had just happened.
* ~ * ~ *
"I'll see your five and raise you ten," a young man threw out his poker chips to the center of the table, feeling very confident of himself. He fingered his long brown braid, and smirked behind his cards.
"For crying out loud, Maxwell," a stern female voice said, throwing in another red chip. "You are the worst poker player in existence. You can never hide that crazy grin of yours."
"Oh, you just keep on thinking that, girlie, and I'll keep on grinning." The man with the long hair gave what was supposed to be an innocent smile. It didn't work.
A quiet blonde sitting on the other end of the table sighed loudly. This was going to be a long night. All seven heads that were focused on the cards in front of them suddenly whipped around when they heard someone's voice cry out.
"Someone call 911 now! Relena's hurt!"
The blonde leapt up, and ran to the nearest phone. The others ran to the origin of the voice, and looked up to see Heero Yuy walk slowly down the spiral staircase, his head bowed.
Duo Maxwell walked up to his friend, trying his hardest to contain his anxiety. "Hey, man, what happened? Your girl ok?" He looked up at Relena's room, wanting to see what had occurred. But no, if Relena was really hurt, Heero wouldn't have come downstairs and left her by herself.
Heero looked at his best friend, his eyes full of pain and anger. He could hardly talk, and his face was so full of shock that it took several moments for him to speak. His voice cracked, and he could hardly utter three simple words. Heero took a deep breath. "Duo, she's dead."