Death Mansion
Ch 2
Disclaimer:: I don't own InuYasha or any other copyrighted materials mentioned in this fic. I only own my original characters and the mansion!
Important author note:: This is sort of a "sister story" to At The Work Place. The character's are going to be killed, so obviously this story has no affect on the other one. It isn't essential that you read At The Work Place, though it might help. And, no, the flower shop crew is not in the other story.
Original Characters:: Age, hair color, eye color. Gender, species. Job. Attitude towards the deaths.
Spork--17, red orange hair, purple eyes. Female, squirrel demon. She's the building owner. Though usually hyper and happy, the situation brings out her rare serious side.
Squirrel--17, red and black hair, purple eyes. Female, squirrel demon. Co- owner of the building, she does a lot of the repairs. She stays cheery in spite of the murders that continue.
Pan--18, blonde hair, green eyes. Female, fox demon. Cook. She tries to keep the group as calm as possible, to little avail.
Trey--17, burgundy hair, red eyes (wears an eyepatch over her right eye). Female, ferret demon. She works odd jobs (i.e. filling the spa, planting, etc.). She isn't worried about the murderer returning, but enjoys torturing the guests.
Aurora--16, black hair, brown eyes. Female, half wolf demon. She works at the front desk and does some cleaning. She's very calm for the occasion, and she basically ignores everyone unless they speak to her.
Shikyo--18, silver hair, silver eyes. Female, panther demon. She repairs electrical equipment. She prefers being alone but that would make her the perfect suspect. (Her name means Death...)
Reithil--17, blue hair with a white stripe, blue eyes. Male, raccoon demon. He is in the process of becoming a more advanced doctor, but now he only knows the basics. He's more than laidback and carefree.
WARNING:: Violence, murder, mild language.
CLUE: Muddy footprints.
Friday 8:45 PM
"P-parts?" Kikyou asked, not quite sure what she had heard.
"Yes," InuYasha was wringing out his hair.
"Let me get you some towels," Spork offered, disappearing out of the swinging door.
Kanna was trying desperately to get Ginta back to a conscience state.
"There was an ax," Miroku started explaining as Spork returned minutes later and handed him and the other two boys a towel. "Also," he looked up, not sure if this would be too much for them, "the bridge is down."
"What do you mean?" Yura scowled, her mind was racing with horrid possibilities of what was going to happen to them.
"Someone used the same ax--it was covered in blood--to chop down the ropes, there's no direct way out of here," Miroku took a deep breath and shivered from the cold.
"You're kidding!" Hakkaku slammed his hands on a table, knocking over red punch. The punch seeped into the white table cover and dripped onto the white tile with an errie sense of foreboding.
"Maybe we should get some sleep, that might take our minds off of this," Pan suggested.
"I'm not sleeping while there's a murderer on the loose!" Kikyou whined, glancing at the windows nervously.
Suddenly the swinging door was thrown open and there stood a strange looking demon.
"Am I late?" she hissed, not bothering to look up and direct her question at one person.
"It's the killer!" screamed Kikyou.
"Calm down, it's just Shikyo," Spork patted Kikyou on the shoulder.
Shikyo shook her head, droplets of water falling off of the strands of silver hair and her white panther ears. She was clad in a long silver trench coat, black gloves, black boots and she was equipped with a whip on her belt. Her long white tail swished from side to side irritably.
"Reithil and Trey are outside," Shikyo mumbled and turned to leave, but stopped. Looking up for the first time, she smirked, "What's wrong with everyone? They look so pale." She scoffed.
"Someone was killed," Kouga didn't mean to sound so rude, but his emotions were getting the better of him.
"Is that so?" Shikyo seemed mildly interested. "Well, I'm going upstairs."
"Are you crazy?! There's a killer out there somewhere!" Kouga threw his towel on the ground.
"Okay, I'll be sure to be extra careful," she scoffed again and left without another word.
"Don't worry about her," Spork assured the wolf demon.
"Someone should call the cops," Rin whispered.
"It's pointless," Spork glanced at a window. "I doubt the line's working with this storm. And the killer probably cut the line, they always do that."
The door swung open and two more rain soaked demons walked in.
One was a brightly colored raccoon demon. His vibrant blue hair was striped with white and restrained with an orange headband. His cheery blue eyes scanned the room, everyone as staring at his odd clothes. His neck was encircled with a spiked collar. He had bright red pants, which were contrasted by his black shirt with orange sleeves and a skull on the front. He was barefoot, with a ring on one toe and a muddy bandage on another. His cheeks were marked with what resembled slashed "H"'s and his raccoon tail was tipped orange. ((He's my most complicated character...)) This is Reithil, the color-obsessed demon.
The other demon was Trey. She was wearing pirate garb: an offwhite baggy shirt and light brown baggy pants. Her burgandy hair was hanging in front of her crimson eyes, one which was covered with a pirate's eye patch. Her white ferret ears hung at the sides of her face and her matching tail was lazily on the ground.
"Dude," Trey laughed, "you all don't look so healthy."
"Did someone die?" Reithil laughed, but froze when everyone stared at him with angry eyes. "Was it someting I said?"
"Someone DID die," murmured Kikyou.
"Oh, my bad," Reithil lifted his hands defensively.
"What happened?" Trey looked around for a more detailed explanation.
"Well," Miroku looked up, "the three of us," he gestured to InuYasha and Kouga next to him, "went to look for Kagome. She didn't follow us inside, so we got worried. Anyway, when we got outside we split up."
"You didn't tell us that!" screamed Kikyou. "One of you killed her!" she pointed accusingly at the three men.
"You're nuts!" Miroku retorted, appalled that she would blame them for the murder.
"Kikyou, calm down," Kaede motioned that her sister sit down and take a drink.
"As I was saying," Miroku glared at Kikyou. "We split up, figuring it would be easier to find her. I heard a yell from Kouga... He had found her head. InuYasha and me ran to inspect what he had found. InuYasha reported the bridge was down and that there was a blood covered ax near the bridge. Wait a second. She was..." Miroku froze suddenly and stared at Reithil.
"What was she?" asked the raccoon who was recieving a bonechilling stare from Miroku.
"Gagged," Miroku seemed so frightened from the simple concept.
"Okay?" Reithil lifted an eyebrow.
"With an orange piece of material," Miroku finished, staring at Reithil's headband.
"You can't honestly think I did it," he held up his hands defensively.
Miroku narrowed his eyes. "You three have been side by side for the past 30 or 45 minutes?"
"We've been working out back on the spa, I suppose we weren't all in each other's views every second... But how would I know when you guys were getting here? And why would I kill her? And you have no proof that the orange gag was mine," Reithil glared at Miroku for the wrongful accusation.
"I suppose... " Miroku glanced away, embarrassed that he hadn't thought it through.
"We should get some sleep, everyone's stressd out," Squirrel spoke up for the first time since they announced Kagome's death. "It's late," she reminded. She glanced at the clock, which read 9:30.
"We've been through this already, no one's going to sleep alone!" Kikyou wailed.
"I'm sure this was a one time thing, most murderers don't return to the scene of the crime," Spork assured everyone.
"So, it's settled, to bed we go," Kohaku yawned, happy that he could finally get some sleep.
"If anyone gets hungry in the middle of the night, come see me. I'll be up probably most the night keeping watch," Pan grinned and walked off to the kitchen.
"Be sure to lock your windows for safety reasons and leave your door unlocked," Spork instructed. "If something happens to you in the middle of the night, we have to be able to get in your room," she explained. "We'll take you all to your rooms," Spork motioned for Squirrel, Reithil, and Trey to assist her.
Spork took InuYasha, Miroku, Sango, Sesshoumaru, and Kikyou to the lobby to allow them to collect their luggage. Then she lead them to the first second floor. After assisting each to their assigned rooms and locking the windows for their comfort, Spork retired back to the dining room.
Squirrel walked out to the lobby and allowed Kouga, Kagura, Rin, Kohaku, and and Naraku to collect their bags. She then bounced up the stairs to the third floor, singing random songs off key. She pointed to a room and called out a name, leaving the guests to lock their own windows.
Reithil got stuck carrying Ginta--who was still passed out--, Ginta's luggage, Hakkaku's luggage, Yura's luggage, Kanna's luggage, and Kaede's luggage. Trey walked as slow as possible up the three flights of stairs to annoy the Hell out of Reithil. She then assisted each guest in their room with latching their windows shut.
Yura was the last one to go in her room, "I refuse to leave my door unlocked!" she fussed. "There's perverts running loose in this hotel," she turned her nose up and slammed her door in Trey's face.
The click of her lock was heard through the door and Trey shrugged, "It's your life!"
Yura still stuck to keeping it locked. 'No one can get in my window anyway, it's too high for even a ladder,' she mentally comforted herself.
Friday 9:40 PM
The crew members--except Shikyo and Aurora--were seated around a table, discussing the earlier occurances.
"I can't believe they accused me," Reithil scoffed.
"You did seem sort of a perfect suspect," Pan laughed.
"Maybe it was ME!" Trey flexed her claws threateningly and recieved a few laughs.
"Like I said earlier, I think it was a one time thing," Spork shrugged.
"Yeah, that's what you tell everyone to keep them calm," Squirrel giggled and sipped the broth from her chicken soup.
"It wasn't working well?" Spork laughed nervously.
"That Kikyou chick is a freak," Trey rolled her eyes, "she'd blame herself if she fit the criminal profile." She laughed and finished her fried spam sandwich.
"So true," Pan joined the laugh.
"Why did we invite them anyway?" Squirrel questioned after yawning.
"To get better business. They're a popular company," Spork explained. "If they like it, they'll tell all their friends."
"You don't get much business deep in the forest," Reithil winked.
"I know," Spork sighed, ashamed for choosing such a bad place for her new business.
Reithil mumbled, "Then why'd you pick it?" He sipped his water.
"I thought it would be a good idea," she confessed and lowered her head.
Reithil yawned, "I'm getting sleepy."
"So, take a nap," Spork retorted.
"I'm tired, too," whined Squirrel, yawning.
"Ditto," squeaked Trey.
"You guys are a bunch of babies," Pan laughed.
"We'll take turns keeping watch," Spork offered.
The three sleepy demons nodded and wobbled off to their rooms on the first floor.
Trey stopped by the door, letting Reithil and Squirrel go ahead. She turned back to Spork and Pan, "Don't you two fall asleep, okay?" she sounded worried.
"Don't worry," Pan laughed, "Scaredy Cat."
"That's Scaredy Ferret to you, Missy!" Trey rubbed her eyes and walked out of the dining room.
"Who do you honestly think it is?" Pan asked Spork.
"You want to know who I think it is?" Spork lifted an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Pan whisperd, looking anxious as she awaited an answer. Spork glanced around and beckoned Pan closer, signaling she had to whisper.
"I think it's," Spork whispered, "The Boogie Man!" She shoved Pan's face away and stood up laughing.
"That was mean," Pan scowled irritably.
Spork started walking away, "I'm going to patrol outside."
"Don't get killed by The Boogie Man," Pan called teasingly. Spork disappeared out of the swinging door after flipping Pan off.
"The Boogie Man," Pan scoffed. She was alone and just a bit scared. She kept glancing at the clock, 9:50... 9:55... Her sensitve ears picked up every little noise from outside and they made her jump. To keep herself busy, Pan started cleaning up the plates and cups that her friends had left behind.
She jumped when she heard the door behind her swing open. It was Kagura, her face covered in green goop for beauty reasons. She mumbled about needing some cucumber slices.
"Oh, yes, right away," Pan hurried to the kitchen. When she came back with the slices, there was another person. Hakkaku stood in his PJs, angrily mumbling about something.
Pan handed the cucumber slices to Kagura. Kagura left immediately.
"How can I help you?" Pan asked Hakkaku.
"I need sleeping pills, you got any?" Hakkaku asked irritably.
"As a matter of fact, I do," Pan extracted a bottle from her pocket. "Here," she popped off the top and poured two pills in her hand. "I don't sleep well either," she laughed halfheartedly.
"I hate to be a bother, but can I have a few more? I don't sleep well under stress," he explained.
"Of course," Pan handed him about 14 pills, to last him through the night at about two pills every two hours.
"Thank you," Hakkaku left out the door.
Pan was startled as the door swung back open and Spork came back.
"No Boogie Man?" Pan laughed.
"Nope," Spork walked back over to the table and sat down. "It stopped raining, too," Spork smiled.
"It's about time," Pan scoffed.
"It's gonna be a long night," Spork complained, stretching back over her chair.
"It sure is," Pan walked to the table and got back to clearing the dirty dishes.
Friday 10:15 PM
"SOMEONE HELP!" screamed Hakkaku as he raced into the dining room, scaring the wits out of Pan and Spork, who were in the middle of a card game.
"What's wrong?" Spork raised an eyebrow.
"Yu-Yu-Yura," he gasped for breath.
"What about her?" Pan asked, confused.
"Th-there's b-b-b-blood seeping under the door," Hakkaku wheezed.
"What!?" Pan and Spork chorused, standing up quickly and racing for the door.
"Yura?" Spork knocked on the door loudly. "YURA!" she called, beating on the door with her fist.
"Dammit, why is it locked?! Didn't you tell everyone to leave them unlocked?" Pan kicked the door. "Yura, open the God damn door!"
Spork thought quickly, "Get Aurora, she has the keys in the front desk for all the rooms."
Pan ran to get Aurora.
"Did you just find this?" Spork asked Hakkaku.
"Uh huh," he nodded, staring at the puddle of blood formed from the other side.
"What were you doing up?" Spork glared suspiciously.
"I was getting sleeping pills from Pan," he explained. "Ask her," he seemed more nervous with the blame pinned on him.
"Okay," Spork decided it was a fairly solid alibi, plus the door was locked, so it didn't seem that logical.
"What's going on?" Kaede stepped out of her room.
"Open your eyes and look!" Hakkaku yelled, pointing at the puddle of blood.
"Oh, no," gasped the old woman. "What happened?"
"Do we look like we know that information, now?" Spork grumbled.
Kanna stepped from her room as Pan, Aurora, and Reithil came up the stairs. "Here," Aurora fumbled with the key and handed it to Spork.
"I came to inspect the body," Reithil explained.
"I can't believe this is happening in MY hotel!" Spork wailed, jamming the key into the lock. She turned it and pushed on the door.
It was stuck.
"Shit," hissed Spork and pushed harder.
The door slid open slowly, but wouldn't go further at the halfway mark. Pan went to run inside but Spork held her hand out. "Wait," Spork stepped into the room, "you don't want to disturb the crime scene."
"Oh," Pan stretched her head and peered into the room. There was a foot visible behind the half opened door. "Ugh," Pan's face twisted in disgust.
Reithil stepped inside, he watched as Spork looked out the window.
Some of the light sleepers had woken up from the constant up and down stair runs. Miroku, Sango, Kohaku, and Naraku wandered up the stairs to see what the commotion was about.
Reithil looked behind the door at the body, "Yikes." He reached over and touched her wrist. "She's dead," he reported and lowered his head.
"What killed her?!" Hakkaku paced back and forth.
Reithil grimaced at the body as he looked it up and down, "Someone slashed her up pretty badly." Yura's midsection was sliced open. "Her insides are now outsides," he let out a short laugh, but no one else found it amusing. "Time of death was recent," Reithil said as he smeared the puddle of blood and inspected the dripping crimson liquid on his fingertips.
"Someone broke in the window, no doubt," Spork commented as she inspected muddy foot prints on the floor.
"Aren't those FOOT prints?" Miroku asked, standing on his tippy toes to see better in the room. "The only person here with barefeet is," Miroku glared at the raccoon.
"Not this again," Reithil narrowed his eyes at the accusation.
"Hey, Rei-chan," Spork stood up. "Where were you between about 9:45 and 10?"
"I was in my bed, I told you--as well as the other crew members--that I was tired and I was going to sleep," Reithil reminded her.
"That doesn't exactly mean much," Pan commented.
"Ask Squirrel, she saw me go to bed," Reithil huffed, pissed of that he was being accused again.
"You could have easily went in your room and climbed out the window," Miroku crossed his arms over his chest. "Then you climb a tree from your room to hers, you are a raccoon demon after all. You smash her window open and slice her with a knife. Leave the room and return to your room, without realizing you left perfect imprints of your feet," he made perfect sense.
"Only a few things don't make sense," Spork stopped everyone. "He's the only one qualified to determine the time of death, correct? Why would he place the time of death to when he had an unaccountable gap of time for where he was?"
"Exactly," yelled Reithil.
"Shut up," barked Spork. "How come no one heard her scream? If she's by the door then it's more than obvious she saw her attacker and tried to escape. Wouldn't she scream?" Spork had a point. "And another thing. What was his motive?"
The guests that were present looked to Reithil; they were waiting for an answer, though there wasn't one.
A/n: Have you figured out who it is? I doubt it! Bwahaha! Tell me who you think it is and why, I wanna know what good detectives you are! Hehe.
Ch 2
Disclaimer:: I don't own InuYasha or any other copyrighted materials mentioned in this fic. I only own my original characters and the mansion!
Important author note:: This is sort of a "sister story" to At The Work Place. The character's are going to be killed, so obviously this story has no affect on the other one. It isn't essential that you read At The Work Place, though it might help. And, no, the flower shop crew is not in the other story.
Original Characters:: Age, hair color, eye color. Gender, species. Job. Attitude towards the deaths.
Spork--17, red orange hair, purple eyes. Female, squirrel demon. She's the building owner. Though usually hyper and happy, the situation brings out her rare serious side.
Squirrel--17, red and black hair, purple eyes. Female, squirrel demon. Co- owner of the building, she does a lot of the repairs. She stays cheery in spite of the murders that continue.
Pan--18, blonde hair, green eyes. Female, fox demon. Cook. She tries to keep the group as calm as possible, to little avail.
Trey--17, burgundy hair, red eyes (wears an eyepatch over her right eye). Female, ferret demon. She works odd jobs (i.e. filling the spa, planting, etc.). She isn't worried about the murderer returning, but enjoys torturing the guests.
Aurora--16, black hair, brown eyes. Female, half wolf demon. She works at the front desk and does some cleaning. She's very calm for the occasion, and she basically ignores everyone unless they speak to her.
Shikyo--18, silver hair, silver eyes. Female, panther demon. She repairs electrical equipment. She prefers being alone but that would make her the perfect suspect. (Her name means Death...)
Reithil--17, blue hair with a white stripe, blue eyes. Male, raccoon demon. He is in the process of becoming a more advanced doctor, but now he only knows the basics. He's more than laidback and carefree.
WARNING:: Violence, murder, mild language.
CLUE: Muddy footprints.
Friday 8:45 PM
"P-parts?" Kikyou asked, not quite sure what she had heard.
"Yes," InuYasha was wringing out his hair.
"Let me get you some towels," Spork offered, disappearing out of the swinging door.
Kanna was trying desperately to get Ginta back to a conscience state.
"There was an ax," Miroku started explaining as Spork returned minutes later and handed him and the other two boys a towel. "Also," he looked up, not sure if this would be too much for them, "the bridge is down."
"What do you mean?" Yura scowled, her mind was racing with horrid possibilities of what was going to happen to them.
"Someone used the same ax--it was covered in blood--to chop down the ropes, there's no direct way out of here," Miroku took a deep breath and shivered from the cold.
"You're kidding!" Hakkaku slammed his hands on a table, knocking over red punch. The punch seeped into the white table cover and dripped onto the white tile with an errie sense of foreboding.
"Maybe we should get some sleep, that might take our minds off of this," Pan suggested.
"I'm not sleeping while there's a murderer on the loose!" Kikyou whined, glancing at the windows nervously.
Suddenly the swinging door was thrown open and there stood a strange looking demon.
"Am I late?" she hissed, not bothering to look up and direct her question at one person.
"It's the killer!" screamed Kikyou.
"Calm down, it's just Shikyo," Spork patted Kikyou on the shoulder.
Shikyo shook her head, droplets of water falling off of the strands of silver hair and her white panther ears. She was clad in a long silver trench coat, black gloves, black boots and she was equipped with a whip on her belt. Her long white tail swished from side to side irritably.
"Reithil and Trey are outside," Shikyo mumbled and turned to leave, but stopped. Looking up for the first time, she smirked, "What's wrong with everyone? They look so pale." She scoffed.
"Someone was killed," Kouga didn't mean to sound so rude, but his emotions were getting the better of him.
"Is that so?" Shikyo seemed mildly interested. "Well, I'm going upstairs."
"Are you crazy?! There's a killer out there somewhere!" Kouga threw his towel on the ground.
"Okay, I'll be sure to be extra careful," she scoffed again and left without another word.
"Don't worry about her," Spork assured the wolf demon.
"Someone should call the cops," Rin whispered.
"It's pointless," Spork glanced at a window. "I doubt the line's working with this storm. And the killer probably cut the line, they always do that."
The door swung open and two more rain soaked demons walked in.
One was a brightly colored raccoon demon. His vibrant blue hair was striped with white and restrained with an orange headband. His cheery blue eyes scanned the room, everyone as staring at his odd clothes. His neck was encircled with a spiked collar. He had bright red pants, which were contrasted by his black shirt with orange sleeves and a skull on the front. He was barefoot, with a ring on one toe and a muddy bandage on another. His cheeks were marked with what resembled slashed "H"'s and his raccoon tail was tipped orange. ((He's my most complicated character...)) This is Reithil, the color-obsessed demon.
The other demon was Trey. She was wearing pirate garb: an offwhite baggy shirt and light brown baggy pants. Her burgandy hair was hanging in front of her crimson eyes, one which was covered with a pirate's eye patch. Her white ferret ears hung at the sides of her face and her matching tail was lazily on the ground.
"Dude," Trey laughed, "you all don't look so healthy."
"Did someone die?" Reithil laughed, but froze when everyone stared at him with angry eyes. "Was it someting I said?"
"Someone DID die," murmured Kikyou.
"Oh, my bad," Reithil lifted his hands defensively.
"What happened?" Trey looked around for a more detailed explanation.
"Well," Miroku looked up, "the three of us," he gestured to InuYasha and Kouga next to him, "went to look for Kagome. She didn't follow us inside, so we got worried. Anyway, when we got outside we split up."
"You didn't tell us that!" screamed Kikyou. "One of you killed her!" she pointed accusingly at the three men.
"You're nuts!" Miroku retorted, appalled that she would blame them for the murder.
"Kikyou, calm down," Kaede motioned that her sister sit down and take a drink.
"As I was saying," Miroku glared at Kikyou. "We split up, figuring it would be easier to find her. I heard a yell from Kouga... He had found her head. InuYasha and me ran to inspect what he had found. InuYasha reported the bridge was down and that there was a blood covered ax near the bridge. Wait a second. She was..." Miroku froze suddenly and stared at Reithil.
"What was she?" asked the raccoon who was recieving a bonechilling stare from Miroku.
"Gagged," Miroku seemed so frightened from the simple concept.
"Okay?" Reithil lifted an eyebrow.
"With an orange piece of material," Miroku finished, staring at Reithil's headband.
"You can't honestly think I did it," he held up his hands defensively.
Miroku narrowed his eyes. "You three have been side by side for the past 30 or 45 minutes?"
"We've been working out back on the spa, I suppose we weren't all in each other's views every second... But how would I know when you guys were getting here? And why would I kill her? And you have no proof that the orange gag was mine," Reithil glared at Miroku for the wrongful accusation.
"I suppose... " Miroku glanced away, embarrassed that he hadn't thought it through.
"We should get some sleep, everyone's stressd out," Squirrel spoke up for the first time since they announced Kagome's death. "It's late," she reminded. She glanced at the clock, which read 9:30.
"We've been through this already, no one's going to sleep alone!" Kikyou wailed.
"I'm sure this was a one time thing, most murderers don't return to the scene of the crime," Spork assured everyone.
"So, it's settled, to bed we go," Kohaku yawned, happy that he could finally get some sleep.
"If anyone gets hungry in the middle of the night, come see me. I'll be up probably most the night keeping watch," Pan grinned and walked off to the kitchen.
"Be sure to lock your windows for safety reasons and leave your door unlocked," Spork instructed. "If something happens to you in the middle of the night, we have to be able to get in your room," she explained. "We'll take you all to your rooms," Spork motioned for Squirrel, Reithil, and Trey to assist her.
Spork took InuYasha, Miroku, Sango, Sesshoumaru, and Kikyou to the lobby to allow them to collect their luggage. Then she lead them to the first second floor. After assisting each to their assigned rooms and locking the windows for their comfort, Spork retired back to the dining room.
Squirrel walked out to the lobby and allowed Kouga, Kagura, Rin, Kohaku, and and Naraku to collect their bags. She then bounced up the stairs to the third floor, singing random songs off key. She pointed to a room and called out a name, leaving the guests to lock their own windows.
Reithil got stuck carrying Ginta--who was still passed out--, Ginta's luggage, Hakkaku's luggage, Yura's luggage, Kanna's luggage, and Kaede's luggage. Trey walked as slow as possible up the three flights of stairs to annoy the Hell out of Reithil. She then assisted each guest in their room with latching their windows shut.
Yura was the last one to go in her room, "I refuse to leave my door unlocked!" she fussed. "There's perverts running loose in this hotel," she turned her nose up and slammed her door in Trey's face.
The click of her lock was heard through the door and Trey shrugged, "It's your life!"
Yura still stuck to keeping it locked. 'No one can get in my window anyway, it's too high for even a ladder,' she mentally comforted herself.
Friday 9:40 PM
The crew members--except Shikyo and Aurora--were seated around a table, discussing the earlier occurances.
"I can't believe they accused me," Reithil scoffed.
"You did seem sort of a perfect suspect," Pan laughed.
"Maybe it was ME!" Trey flexed her claws threateningly and recieved a few laughs.
"Like I said earlier, I think it was a one time thing," Spork shrugged.
"Yeah, that's what you tell everyone to keep them calm," Squirrel giggled and sipped the broth from her chicken soup.
"It wasn't working well?" Spork laughed nervously.
"That Kikyou chick is a freak," Trey rolled her eyes, "she'd blame herself if she fit the criminal profile." She laughed and finished her fried spam sandwich.
"So true," Pan joined the laugh.
"Why did we invite them anyway?" Squirrel questioned after yawning.
"To get better business. They're a popular company," Spork explained. "If they like it, they'll tell all their friends."
"You don't get much business deep in the forest," Reithil winked.
"I know," Spork sighed, ashamed for choosing such a bad place for her new business.
Reithil mumbled, "Then why'd you pick it?" He sipped his water.
"I thought it would be a good idea," she confessed and lowered her head.
Reithil yawned, "I'm getting sleepy."
"So, take a nap," Spork retorted.
"I'm tired, too," whined Squirrel, yawning.
"Ditto," squeaked Trey.
"You guys are a bunch of babies," Pan laughed.
"We'll take turns keeping watch," Spork offered.
The three sleepy demons nodded and wobbled off to their rooms on the first floor.
Trey stopped by the door, letting Reithil and Squirrel go ahead. She turned back to Spork and Pan, "Don't you two fall asleep, okay?" she sounded worried.
"Don't worry," Pan laughed, "Scaredy Cat."
"That's Scaredy Ferret to you, Missy!" Trey rubbed her eyes and walked out of the dining room.
"Who do you honestly think it is?" Pan asked Spork.
"You want to know who I think it is?" Spork lifted an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Pan whisperd, looking anxious as she awaited an answer. Spork glanced around and beckoned Pan closer, signaling she had to whisper.
"I think it's," Spork whispered, "The Boogie Man!" She shoved Pan's face away and stood up laughing.
"That was mean," Pan scowled irritably.
Spork started walking away, "I'm going to patrol outside."
"Don't get killed by The Boogie Man," Pan called teasingly. Spork disappeared out of the swinging door after flipping Pan off.
"The Boogie Man," Pan scoffed. She was alone and just a bit scared. She kept glancing at the clock, 9:50... 9:55... Her sensitve ears picked up every little noise from outside and they made her jump. To keep herself busy, Pan started cleaning up the plates and cups that her friends had left behind.
She jumped when she heard the door behind her swing open. It was Kagura, her face covered in green goop for beauty reasons. She mumbled about needing some cucumber slices.
"Oh, yes, right away," Pan hurried to the kitchen. When she came back with the slices, there was another person. Hakkaku stood in his PJs, angrily mumbling about something.
Pan handed the cucumber slices to Kagura. Kagura left immediately.
"How can I help you?" Pan asked Hakkaku.
"I need sleeping pills, you got any?" Hakkaku asked irritably.
"As a matter of fact, I do," Pan extracted a bottle from her pocket. "Here," she popped off the top and poured two pills in her hand. "I don't sleep well either," she laughed halfheartedly.
"I hate to be a bother, but can I have a few more? I don't sleep well under stress," he explained.
"Of course," Pan handed him about 14 pills, to last him through the night at about two pills every two hours.
"Thank you," Hakkaku left out the door.
Pan was startled as the door swung back open and Spork came back.
"No Boogie Man?" Pan laughed.
"Nope," Spork walked back over to the table and sat down. "It stopped raining, too," Spork smiled.
"It's about time," Pan scoffed.
"It's gonna be a long night," Spork complained, stretching back over her chair.
"It sure is," Pan walked to the table and got back to clearing the dirty dishes.
Friday 10:15 PM
"SOMEONE HELP!" screamed Hakkaku as he raced into the dining room, scaring the wits out of Pan and Spork, who were in the middle of a card game.
"What's wrong?" Spork raised an eyebrow.
"Yu-Yu-Yura," he gasped for breath.
"What about her?" Pan asked, confused.
"Th-there's b-b-b-blood seeping under the door," Hakkaku wheezed.
"What!?" Pan and Spork chorused, standing up quickly and racing for the door.
"Yura?" Spork knocked on the door loudly. "YURA!" she called, beating on the door with her fist.
"Dammit, why is it locked?! Didn't you tell everyone to leave them unlocked?" Pan kicked the door. "Yura, open the God damn door!"
Spork thought quickly, "Get Aurora, she has the keys in the front desk for all the rooms."
Pan ran to get Aurora.
"Did you just find this?" Spork asked Hakkaku.
"Uh huh," he nodded, staring at the puddle of blood formed from the other side.
"What were you doing up?" Spork glared suspiciously.
"I was getting sleeping pills from Pan," he explained. "Ask her," he seemed more nervous with the blame pinned on him.
"Okay," Spork decided it was a fairly solid alibi, plus the door was locked, so it didn't seem that logical.
"What's going on?" Kaede stepped out of her room.
"Open your eyes and look!" Hakkaku yelled, pointing at the puddle of blood.
"Oh, no," gasped the old woman. "What happened?"
"Do we look like we know that information, now?" Spork grumbled.
Kanna stepped from her room as Pan, Aurora, and Reithil came up the stairs. "Here," Aurora fumbled with the key and handed it to Spork.
"I came to inspect the body," Reithil explained.
"I can't believe this is happening in MY hotel!" Spork wailed, jamming the key into the lock. She turned it and pushed on the door.
It was stuck.
"Shit," hissed Spork and pushed harder.
The door slid open slowly, but wouldn't go further at the halfway mark. Pan went to run inside but Spork held her hand out. "Wait," Spork stepped into the room, "you don't want to disturb the crime scene."
"Oh," Pan stretched her head and peered into the room. There was a foot visible behind the half opened door. "Ugh," Pan's face twisted in disgust.
Reithil stepped inside, he watched as Spork looked out the window.
Some of the light sleepers had woken up from the constant up and down stair runs. Miroku, Sango, Kohaku, and Naraku wandered up the stairs to see what the commotion was about.
Reithil looked behind the door at the body, "Yikes." He reached over and touched her wrist. "She's dead," he reported and lowered his head.
"What killed her?!" Hakkaku paced back and forth.
Reithil grimaced at the body as he looked it up and down, "Someone slashed her up pretty badly." Yura's midsection was sliced open. "Her insides are now outsides," he let out a short laugh, but no one else found it amusing. "Time of death was recent," Reithil said as he smeared the puddle of blood and inspected the dripping crimson liquid on his fingertips.
"Someone broke in the window, no doubt," Spork commented as she inspected muddy foot prints on the floor.
"Aren't those FOOT prints?" Miroku asked, standing on his tippy toes to see better in the room. "The only person here with barefeet is," Miroku glared at the raccoon.
"Not this again," Reithil narrowed his eyes at the accusation.
"Hey, Rei-chan," Spork stood up. "Where were you between about 9:45 and 10?"
"I was in my bed, I told you--as well as the other crew members--that I was tired and I was going to sleep," Reithil reminded her.
"That doesn't exactly mean much," Pan commented.
"Ask Squirrel, she saw me go to bed," Reithil huffed, pissed of that he was being accused again.
"You could have easily went in your room and climbed out the window," Miroku crossed his arms over his chest. "Then you climb a tree from your room to hers, you are a raccoon demon after all. You smash her window open and slice her with a knife. Leave the room and return to your room, without realizing you left perfect imprints of your feet," he made perfect sense.
"Only a few things don't make sense," Spork stopped everyone. "He's the only one qualified to determine the time of death, correct? Why would he place the time of death to when he had an unaccountable gap of time for where he was?"
"Exactly," yelled Reithil.
"Shut up," barked Spork. "How come no one heard her scream? If she's by the door then it's more than obvious she saw her attacker and tried to escape. Wouldn't she scream?" Spork had a point. "And another thing. What was his motive?"
The guests that were present looked to Reithil; they were waiting for an answer, though there wasn't one.
A/n: Have you figured out who it is? I doubt it! Bwahaha! Tell me who you think it is and why, I wanna know what good detectives you are! Hehe.