A/N I was thinking about the game Clue and for some reason this it me, it's quite dark and if your not into deceit, love and death then I suggest you click the back button.
Enjoy.
Morning of the 23rd
The mansion was quiet. Dawn's soft beams came flowing in through the velvety curtain of the high windows. Everything was peaceful.
The knock the Master's door echoed in the empty hallways. The maid was holding a tray, filled with toast, tea and the morning's newspaper. She knew her Master was a heavy sleeper and decided to let herself in.
The room was beautiful; a large bed surrounded by curtains hid her Master. She busied herself with opening all the windows letting the crisp morning air in. She even went to the bathroom to start his shower.
Today was a beautiful day perfect for a walk around the grounds, or for lunch on the patio.
She pulled back the curtains to his bed, ready to greet the old man with her smile.
The scream could be heard through the whole house.
Master Iroh was dead. A quick bullet to the head and he was dead swept away by time, leaving only a legacy of murder, money and deceit.
A small note was found pinned to the back of his shirt flecked with his own blood.
In this game you can't trust anyone.
Game on.
Afternoon of the 23rd
There was gathering of 11 people, each having the means and the motive to kill Iroh.
His nephew was browsing the shelves of the library looking sullen, his scar seeming redder than normal.
The young artist was gazing at a painting, tracing his fingers over canvas mumbling something to himself.
My sister was sitting coy and innocent talking to the Victim's niece.
The victim's niece was completely calm laughing even in the face of her Uncle's death.
Another young man was sitting in a corner, completely silent and alone his eyes traveled around the room frequently catching the eyes of my sister.
My fiancé was talking to the Royalty; her overly done make up was something I had grown used to. The Princess she was talking to had hair of the whitest snow.
The ebony haired youth as writing in a notebook her pen flying over the page her sightless eyes not following the progress of the pen.
A girl dressed completely in black, but not as a sign of mourning, was talking to an overly bright acrobat. They seemed to demonstrate the room's mood best.
Happiness and sorrow.
I knew someone here wanted Iroh dead, and they had gotten the job done.
I coughed to get the attention of the room. All eyes flicked to me.
"In light of the death of Mr. Iroh, I have been called to investigate and find the murderer. Everyone here is a suspect, everyone here until proven not guilty is a murderer. In the following hour I will talk to each of you privately." I pointed to the nephew. "If you would follow he I'd like to ask you questions first." He replaced the book and followed me to the Office.
A large mahogany desk was placed in the center of the room. The walls were cover with numerous awards, pictures of his family and a large set of double door leading to the Parlor.
I respected the dead by not taking the place behind the desk. I grabbed a chair and placed in front of Zuko's.
My handy-dandy notepad was in my hand, a sharpened pencil in the other.
"So tell me, where were you the night of the killing?"