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Kantwon: Where has Jin been. *Author scolds herself for forgetting Jin*
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So Many Clues, So Little Time
The five looked at Lee, how could he possibly know anything. There was an awkward silence broken by another comment from Ling.
What would that old, ugly, wrinkly, lady from Murder She Wrote do, if she were here? Anna thought, she had a disgusted look on her face, after thinking about that old, ugly, wrinkly lady from Murder She Wrote. There was not much that woman had to do to scare away the criminals.
This is a whole lot more interesting than Archaeology studies. Do you think the teacher saw me sleeping in class, last week? Julia thought. She arched a brow.
Lee couldn't be smart enough, to murder anyone. He's more likely to be gay, than to murder anyone. Wait a second, he is. Kazuya drifted out of his thoughts.
I wonder what type of hair color that freak over there, Lee, uses. It's probably the latest from 'Gay Prostitute Haircare'. Hwoarang thought, a smirk appeared on his face.
" Hey, Howwrong- Whorerong- Hairwrong or whatever your name is, I think I know someone, who has a fingerprint kit." Julia said. Hwoarang glared at her, before speaking.
" It's Hwoarang." Hwoarang declared, angrily.
" Gee, your mom did an excellent job in naming you, after her!" Kazuya added sarcastically.
" What would you know about that?" Anna asked. Jealousy was heard in her voice.
Kazuya sweatdropped. "……….."
Oh my God. Is what I'm thinking possible is Kazuya, the person, who banged Hwoarang's mom. I knew there was some resemblance between the two. I mean, Grrr, I'm gonna kill that bitch. If I can't have Kazuya, Jun can't, Nina can't and no one else can. I shouldn't speculate nonsense like this. Anna thought and hoped that her speculations were only guesses.
I hope Hwoarang is Kazuya's son, then I can show Jin. Hwoarang will be the boyfriend Jin never was, for a short while. And then God knows what I'll do to Hwoarang. Ling thought, she was happy for being smart.
" What did you mean by that?" Hwoarang angrily asked.
" Well, I meant three different things. 1. How wrong, well that just describes personalities. 2. Hair wrong, you be the judge." The group looked at Hwoarang's hair. Kazuya continued. " And finally, 3. Whorerong. Well, that your mom must have named you, after her-"
" Hey! Hey! It's okay to insult my mom, but it's not okay to insult my hair!" Hwoarang snapped, he came to his senses, and added. " No wait, it isn't okay to insult both of them. Especially, not my hair."
Julia arched a brow. Ling rolled her eyes. Christie sat and was painting her nails. Kazuya was saying sarcastic comments. Hwoarang was pissed off.
The psychologist was right. I do have anger management problems. Man, I wanna kick something. Hwoarang thought aloud. Loud enough for the people around him to hear.
" That didn't come out right!" Hwoarang exclaimed.
" Yeah right. The Blood Talon went to a psychologist. Ooooh!" Julia teased.
" Back off. He's my boyfriend." Ling exclaimed. Giving Julia the 'I'll-kill-you-if-you-don't-stop-flirting-with-my-boyfriend' look.
" Ling. I was teasing him. You idiot!" Julia exclaimed.
" Oooooh." Hwoarang, Christie and Kazuya collectively said.
Ling made a comeback. And the two girls argueing were ignored. Another figure appeared. It was Kunimitsu.
" Hi, Kuni." Christie said. Hwoarang and Kazuya replied to the ninja girl greetings. Christie looked at Kunimitsu's pocket and saw Kunimitsu's katana. Kunimitsu usually had that weapon, but only God knew what she did with it.
" Um, I gotta leave. Bye. See ya!" Christie nervously said.
" I wonder what got into her." Kazuya said, eyeing the others.
" You know what this place, gives me the creeps. Last night, someone threatened to kill me. I had answered the phone in my room. It called several times. It repeatedly called. I was so scared." Kunimitsu said, fear was heard in her voice.
" Who did the caller sound like?" Hwoarang asked.
" I don't know. The voice was however creepy. Just like, Jin's voice. He always gives me the creeps." Kunimitsu added.
" I say, we search Jin's room. He hasn't been around here. I know he's in the boat, but it's strange." Hwoarang said.
Now, I can find out whether Jin really is straight. Hwoarang thought.
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The group appeared at Jin's room. The door was surprisingly open and the room was shrouded in darkness. There were two silvery items, lying on the hard ground.
Just as Kunimitsu bent to pick them up, her ticket fell out of her pocket. Kazuya reached for the items, as Kunimitsu looked at her ticket. " Hey. My ticket isn't a come/return ticket."
Ling checked her's. And the results were the same, as Kunimitsu's. Kazuya was still looking at the items. One of the items was an instrument that people, with lung cancer used to be able to speak. Yet this one was the type, that could be connected to a small cable, intertwined with a speaker.
" Haha! Lookie, it's a thing that people, who have lung cancer use." Ling said.
" That was something I didn't know, Sherlock." Hwoarang exclaimed.
" WILL YOU STOP WITH THOSE NAMES?!" Ling angrily snapped, she gave Hwoarang an angry look.
" No." Hwoarang replied. Ling gave him, a sinister look.
" I'M SORRY, HONEY! I'M REALLY SORRY!" Hwoarang begged for her forgiveness.
" I forgive you." Ling said, with happiness in her voice. Kazuya and Christie stared at her, strangely. They were starting to suspect that she was a schizophrenic.
" WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT?" Ling angrily said, looking at the two.
" Uh, nothing." Christie and Kazuya responded. No one had ever expected, Ling to have such a loud voice, when screaming.
" You know that thing, Kazuya's holding, could that thing be used to make someone's voice different."
" I think so." Hwoarang replied. The four wondered. Kazuya cast a final glance on the on the other item, it green camouflaged cigarette lighter.
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Author's Notes: So many clues. Who do you think is the murderer? What was your favourite part? I tried to make this funny, but was it? I'll stop ranting. Right now.
