A/N: Hmmm... It sure has been a while since I have done any "fan fiction".
I have been working on fiction press more than Fanfiction.net since I am
finally typing up my novel I wrote throughout High School. Anyways.. If
you're wondering what in god's name inspired this one... Blame Sujata
Massey... the author of the Rei Shimura series of murder mysteries. If you
haven't yet... I strongly recommend picking up a copy of "The Salerymans
Wife". Great book, and it only costs 7 bucks. (Also please note that the
rating could drastically change! this is going to be a murder mystery... so
there might be some gore.)
Hida Iori smiled happily as he moved across the small park separating the several apartment buildings in the area. He had been gone from Odaiba for the last three years since his grandfather had thought he could use more training in a kendo academy in Hokkaido (The second largest Japanese island and also the least populated due it's nearly year round cold climate... also where Sapporo is located... along with most of Japans skiing resorts). He looked up at the tall apartment building that he had finally come to and sighed softly. It had been several years since he had been into the Ichijouji apartment (Yep... one of the Ichijouji's gets the dubious honor of dying for my fic... their sacrifice will not be forgotten.) He was apprehensive about seeing Ken again after such a long period of time, but he also wanted to make this his second reunion, after his own family of course. He had even purposely moved out of his parent's apartment to avoid being too close to his old friends, preferring to attempt to maintain his independence as long as possible.
The last three years had been reasonably good for Hida Iori, as his body had grown out and had been toned from long years of kendo training. He now stood at five feet six inches and he had a near-anorexic build from sneaking food to Armadillomon over the past three years. Not to say that the school had been starving the students by any means but... with two mouths to feed, even the largest dinner for one wouldn't put meat on ones bones. His hair had grown out slightly, and now laid about a quarter inch below his brow. He had a habit of running his hand over his bangs, futilely trying to keep them out of his vision. He wore a small tie in the back of his hair whenever he sparred, which served to remedy his hair problems and also made it easier for him to move quickly without risking the hair obscuring his vision. He had retained his previous fashion sense, and still wore only plain colors, without decoration besides the colors and shirt boarders.
He was currently hauling a small arm bag over his right shoulder, and inside was a small present for Ken and his family. His O-ka-san's insistence on manners still prevailed over his life, and he would never dream of entering the Ichijouji residence without the customary family present, especially since he had not called previously to inform Ken of his arrival. He marched up the three flights of stairs to Ken's third story apartment and softly knocked on their door. He waited a few moments before finally deciding they were not home. Iori turned, preparing to leave and return the next day. As he turned, the door slowly slid open, revealing a small trickle of blood lying on the floor just inside. Without thinking, Iori pushed the door way aside and revealed an elderly woman's body, thoroughly dead.
A/N: Yes... I know... god awfully short. I should explain the body though... No, I is not Ken's O-Ka-san... I decided it would be better to kill off an "extended family member, so I chose to use an imaginary aunt. Also please do not fear... The next chapter should be up by the end of this week.... if nothing happens.
Hida Iori smiled happily as he moved across the small park separating the several apartment buildings in the area. He had been gone from Odaiba for the last three years since his grandfather had thought he could use more training in a kendo academy in Hokkaido (The second largest Japanese island and also the least populated due it's nearly year round cold climate... also where Sapporo is located... along with most of Japans skiing resorts). He looked up at the tall apartment building that he had finally come to and sighed softly. It had been several years since he had been into the Ichijouji apartment (Yep... one of the Ichijouji's gets the dubious honor of dying for my fic... their sacrifice will not be forgotten.) He was apprehensive about seeing Ken again after such a long period of time, but he also wanted to make this his second reunion, after his own family of course. He had even purposely moved out of his parent's apartment to avoid being too close to his old friends, preferring to attempt to maintain his independence as long as possible.
The last three years had been reasonably good for Hida Iori, as his body had grown out and had been toned from long years of kendo training. He now stood at five feet six inches and he had a near-anorexic build from sneaking food to Armadillomon over the past three years. Not to say that the school had been starving the students by any means but... with two mouths to feed, even the largest dinner for one wouldn't put meat on ones bones. His hair had grown out slightly, and now laid about a quarter inch below his brow. He had a habit of running his hand over his bangs, futilely trying to keep them out of his vision. He wore a small tie in the back of his hair whenever he sparred, which served to remedy his hair problems and also made it easier for him to move quickly without risking the hair obscuring his vision. He had retained his previous fashion sense, and still wore only plain colors, without decoration besides the colors and shirt boarders.
He was currently hauling a small arm bag over his right shoulder, and inside was a small present for Ken and his family. His O-ka-san's insistence on manners still prevailed over his life, and he would never dream of entering the Ichijouji residence without the customary family present, especially since he had not called previously to inform Ken of his arrival. He marched up the three flights of stairs to Ken's third story apartment and softly knocked on their door. He waited a few moments before finally deciding they were not home. Iori turned, preparing to leave and return the next day. As he turned, the door slowly slid open, revealing a small trickle of blood lying on the floor just inside. Without thinking, Iori pushed the door way aside and revealed an elderly woman's body, thoroughly dead.
A/N: Yes... I know... god awfully short. I should explain the body though... No, I is not Ken's O-Ka-san... I decided it would be better to kill off an "extended family member, so I chose to use an imaginary aunt. Also please do not fear... The next chapter should be up by the end of this week.... if nothing happens.