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Bonjour, my dear ex-colleagues,

It's such a shame it all had to end like this.

We all used to be so close to eachother.

At least, we pretended to be.

The performance was very convincing.

On stage, and behind the scenes.

I loved you all, I truly did.

Even though I heard all your whispers, insults, behind my back.

But who am I to judge?

I wasn't completely honest after all.

My death has proven once again that the things you do will be thrown right back at you, stab you in the back, or should I say, hit you on the head?

It's fun to play games, but you'll have to play fair and unfortunately, I didn't play fair.

There are some people in the cast who know exactly what I'm talking about. They are just like me, they are cheaters, they do not play fair.

Cheaters will be punished.

People know who you are, they know what you've done. They know who murdered me.

But hey, things will always have a bright side

Not for me, but for you.

There's something you can do to keep your little secrets from getting spilled.

If you refuse, you'll probably follow in my footsteps.

It would be a shame if that cute, Swiss detective had to investigate another crime scene, wouldn't it?

Further information will follow, I know how to contact you,mes amis

I would take care if I were you.

Bisous,

Your 'prima ballerina'

Francis Bonnefoy

"W-why would someone do something like this?" Elizaveta stammered, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Intimidation, miss Herdevary. This letter is written by someone who posesses no respect for the dead at all. It's solemly purpose is to spread rumors and alarm people." Vash mumbled, tearing the paper from where it had been taped to the door of Francis' dressing room, turning towards his worried audience.

"People, there is no need to panic. Everything will be under control. Please report to me if 'Francis' tries to contact you in any way, may that be by phone, letter or social media. I will try to solve this as quick as possible."

"Herr Zwingli, I can't believe you think everything will be under control. Some unknown moron is threatening to kill one of us!" Roderich Edelstein snapped, running a hand through his hair, giving Vash a frustrated look.

"I know Herr Edelstein, but I promise I will keep all of you safe. Nobody is allowed to roam around the building with less than three people, unless you are with me. We will all sleep together in one room, the ballroom. We will catch the culprit and the one who did this, that is, if they aren't the same person." Vash said, carefully putting the letter into a bag.

"B-but what if-a it is Francis' ghost who is-a trying to contact us?" A high pitched voice chirped from behind Ludwig Beilschmidt's broad figure.

"My brother is right. What if the wine basta-Francis. What if Francis is angry at me because I insulted him so many times?" Lovino Vargas, who had followed Vash towards the crime-scene, snarled, looking at Vash with frightened eyes.

"What if the ghost like, totally wants to harm us because we all said so many mean things about him?" Feliks exclaimed, clutching Bella van Rijn's shoulder tightly.

"Then I suggest Arthur better keeps both his eyes open when he sleeps, da?" Ivan Braginski said cheerfully, his sister nodding in agreement.

Arthur Kirkland wheeled around to glare at the tall Russian. "What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?" He huffed, causing Gilbert Beilschmidt to walk towards him, red eyes almost spitting venom.

"It means," He hissed, pushing Arthur back against the wall. "That you better just kill yourself at the spot right now because you never had anything nice to say about Franny, du ficking Arschloch!"

"What..well..it's not..he insulted me too!" Arthur spluttered, but the rest of the cast was already jeering or hissing injults at him.

"Coward!"

"Scum!"

"Damen und Herren, please calm down-" Vash began.

"Murderer." Gilbert hissed, stepping closer to Arthur.

Crack. Most people winced when they heard Arthur's hand hit Gilbert's cheek. The next second they were fighting, trashing around on the ground wildly, howling, biting, scratching, kicking-

"HERR BEILSCHMIDT! MISTER KIRKLAND! STOP THIS NONSENSE! NOW!" Vash roared, stalking towards the two men, pushing Kirkland of the albino.

"I am disappointed in all of you." Vash rattled, face flushed, roughly pulling Gilbert from the floor. "You are all responsible adults and I want you to stop blindly accusing eachother. For god's sake, let me do my job! Ghosts do not exist. I repeat: GHOSTS DON'T EXIST! This is the work of someone who wants to set all of you up against eachother! Please let me do the work and stop acting like you know everything. Be honest and tell me everything you know! Only this way we'll manage to solve this mess! I was going to let you leave the building to attend Mister Bonnefoy's funeral but now that I look at you I don't know if you'll be able to behave yourselves!"

"F-franny's funeral?" Gilbert stammered, locking eyes with Antonio. "W-will there be red roses? Will the coffin be colourful? He said he hated those boring coffins..What music will there be playing?'

"How is his hair going to be done? He was very proud of it.." Felicano said softly, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.

"C-can we say something…like a small speech?" Elizaveta said, wrapping a comforting arm around Feli.

"Ofcourse you can." Vash said reassuringly. "The funeral will be in two days, I will invite Miss Bonnefoy and mister Bonnefoy's relatives. Also, me and a few other members from my team will be present too, to make sure everything is going fine. I will grant mister Carriedo and mister Beilschmidt permission to see the body and make sure mister Bonnefoy is prepared for his last..journey. I will see you two in my office tomorrow. Everyone just take care, watch yourselves and eachother, and tell me if you notice anything remarkable. You can go now. Have a nice day."

The crew slowly departed, mumbling softy to eachother, leaving only Elizaveta, Roderich and Vash standing in front of Francis' door.

"I am so sorry for everything Herr Zwingli." Elizaveta said, teary eyed. "I never knew those nice people I worked with would be able to do such horrible things."

"It is not your fault, Liza" Roderich said, placing a comforting hand on Elizaveta's shoulder, frowning slightly when she slapped it off.

"I wasn't talking to you!" The Hungarian woman snapped, giving Vash an apologetic look before stalking away. "Good luck with your investigation, Herr Zwingli."

Vash and Edelstein stared at eachother for a minute, Vash giving the Austrian a questioning look, before Roderich huffed and stomped away, leaving Vash alone with his own thoughts.

No police report because there is no interrogation. The story is starting to get a little bit darker now.. Who wrote the letter? I really appreciate all kinds of reviews; feedback, speculations, praise, random crap, they all make me happy :) Thank you for reading. Also: I'm leaving for Italy in like two days so there won't be any chapters uploaded for two weeks. I will probably write them, and upload them as soon as I come home. Sorry about that :/