CLUE: Prince of Tennis Style
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Warning: Clue is a murder mystery game so expect some character death. Oh, and I guess this story is kinda AU. Slight shonen-ai.
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//flashbacks//
Chapter 2: The Guests Arrive
Let's start the chapter with one of the most cliched lines ever used.
It was a dark and stormy night. The house, or should I say mansion, at 112, Emmers Lane, Takea Peak, looked like what every stereotypical haunted mansion would look in a dark and stormy night.
That mansion looks like what every stereotypical haunted mansion would look like in a dark and stormy night.That was what Atobe Keigo thought as his driver drove his very expensive black Mercedes up the hill that we call Takea Peak and into the mansion's driveway. At least that was all he could see with the heavy rain splattering all over the window of his car.
The driver drove the car up to the entrance of the house. He got out of his car and opened the door for Atobe while passing Atobe an already opened umbrella. Atobe took the umbrella and walked up to the door. He passed a very big dog on his way. (A.N: I don't know why I'm telling you this scene but it was in the movie.)
Atobe rang the doorbell, not knowing what to expect.
Heh. Probably some unimportant servant.
The door opened to reveal…. Drum rolls please.
"Goooood eeeeeevvvvveeeeeninnnnnngggggggg…." Came out a creepy voice.
What the?!
"Goooood eeeeeevvvvveeeeeninnnnnngggggggg…."
"……….." Good God…
"GOOOOOD eeeeeevvvvveeeeeninnnnnngggggggg…."
"……….." It's… It's…
"Goooood EEEEEEVVVVVEEEEENINNNNNNGGGGGGGG…."
"YOU?!!!" It's… It's…
"YES, it is me," agreed the man with the creepy voice, except now he's talking with a normal voice.
"FUJI SYUSUKE!!!!!"
DUN DUN DUN!!!!!!
Fuji was very, very amused with Atobe's reaction. And the hat on top of Atobe's head. He stared at the hat with his eyes as they usually are. Closed. How does he see with his eyes close? Well, I've done a research on this phenomenon. Unfortunately, my research papers were burnt down in a fire. My assistant , Inui, who helped me with the research, ran off with Kaido and can't be found. And I got hit in the head by a falling tennis racket and lost all memory of details of this research. So, we will never know.
"What are you looking at?!" demanded Atobe
"Nothing," answered Fuji innocently.
"It's the hat, isn't it?!!"
"Well…" Fuji bit his lip, trying not to laugh.
"Are you laughing at me?!!! You DARE to laugh at ore-sama!!! Ore-sama who can make ANYTHING look good!!!" accused the ore-sama.
"ANYTHING look good? Even a fez with peacock tail feathers all over it?"
"….." Atobe glared.
"….." Fuji smiled.
"ROLL, ROLL," a tumbleweed rolled past.
"What are YOU doing here?" asked Atobe, changing the subject quickly.
"Ah, yes , I nearly forgot. I am the Butler. And you are Mr. Peacock," informed Fuji, smiling like he usually does.
"Huh???"
"Your identity for tonight is Mr. Peacock. Hence, the peacock tail feathers. I am the butler of this house. Mr. Body has been expecting you and will be here shortly," explained Fuji as he took the Atobe's umbrella and put it at the umbrella stand.
"Mr. Body?" asked Atobe.
"Your host for this evening. Please follow me," said Fuji, leading Atobe to a rich wood paneled door. Fuji opened the door and let Atobe walk in. The walls of the room were lined with mahogany bookshelves filled with books. In the center of the room was a set of sofas. On a table at the left side of the room, were many bottles filled with all sorts of drinks. A man was at the table pouring some drinks into a tray filled with crystal glasses. The man had red hair and was wearing something that looked like a French Maid costume, except with pants. The man looked up from what he was doing.
"Nya, Fuji, is he one of the guests?"
"Yes, Eiji. He is."
"What does he mean by one of the guests?" asked Atobe.
"Mr. Body also invited other guests," answered Fuji.
"Why's Hyoutei's former buchou wearing that strange hat, nya?" asked Eiji, staring rather rudely at Atobe's hat.
Atobe's eyebrow twitched.
"Eiji, this is Mr. Peacock."
Atobe's eyebrow twitched, again.
"Hi, nya, I'm the French Maid, nya," introduced Eiji.
"You're not French," pointed out Atobe.
"Well then, I'm the Japanese Maid," corrected Eiji. "Nya," he added.
"Very well. Mr. Peacock, please wait here in the library for the other guests. Drinks have been provided. Eiji, please tell the cook to finalized his dinner preparations since the first guest is here," said Fuji in a businesslike manner.
"Haiii."
Suddenly, a loud ringing was heard.
"I see the next guest is here. Please make yourself at home, Mr. Peacock," said Fuji politely as he walked out the door. Atobe looked around the room.
What have I got myself into?
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Eiji walked into the kitchen, whistling a tune. He looked for the cook to pass on Fuji's message. The cook was currently reading a book entitled 'Cooking For Dummies'.
"Nya, Mukahi!!!" called Eiji.
"What do YOU want?!" snapped Mukahi, the cook, back bitterly.
"Fuji told you to start cooking! After all, you are the cook, nya."
"Shut up, French Maid."
"Technically, I'm Japanese, nya."
"Technically, I'm NOT a cook."
"But you have to start cooking, nya. The first guest just arrived, nya. Otherwise Fuji gets scary and gives you the LOOK, nya. I think the LOOK can kill, nya," warned Eiji looking worried, even though he hated Mukahi.
"Believe me, the LOOK isn't the only thing that can kill tonight," said Mukahi ominously.
"Nya?"
"Something bad will happen tonight. I'm sure."
"Nya!!!"
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Fuji opened the door and was faced with the stoic buchou of Seigaku. Tezuka looked incredibly handsome and elegant in his uniformlike clothes.
"Gooood eeeeeeevvvveeeeeeeniinnnnnnggggg."
"You." Tezuka looked at Fuji without any expression on his face. Apparently, it was normal for him to see the tennis prodigy at strange houses greeting in a creepy, high-pitched voice.
"Ah, Colonel Mustard," greeted Fuji, except now his voice is normal.
"…." Said Tezuka. But one of his eyebrows rose. It was also apparent to him that a falling tennis racket must have fallen on Fuji and made him have amnesia if he thought Tezuka was an army colonel named after some kind of food.
"Don't worry, Tezuka. Would I ever forget you?"
"Hn."
"Still not much of a talker, eh?"
"Hn."
"Colonel Mustard is your identity for tonight."
"Hn."
"And you can refer to me as the Butler."
"Hn."
"Mr. Body has been expecting you."
"Hn."
"Mr. Body is the host of tonight's dinner."
"Hn."
"He will be arriving shortly."
"Hn."
"Please follow me," ordered Fuji, leading Tezuka into the library. Fuji was use to Tezuka not talking.
Atobe looked at the door when he heard the door opening. He was sitting on one of the sofas, while drinking his drink. He nearly dropped his glass when he saw who walked in.
Tezuka Kunimitsu?!
"Ah, Colonel Mustard, this is one of the other guests," started Fuji.
Tezuka wasn't sure what to expect but what he pictured DEFINITELY did not include Atobe Keigo wearing that… THING. His eyes widened slightly at the view before him.
"What are YOU looking at?" asked Atobe icily. Why can't people just stop staring at the hat?!
"Your fashion sense. I think I saw it flying out the window," answered Tezuka with the same stoic expression on his face. Fuji grinned secretly when he heard Tezuka's answer.
Unlike Fuji, Atobe stared at Tezuka incredulously. "Was that a joke?! Did YOU, the emotionless statue, make a joke?"
"Am I suppose to be incapable of emotions?" asked Tezuka his eyes narrowing though he still used the same tone of voice. He was always annoyed with people who just assume he didn't have any feelings.
Atobe could sense that Tezuka was annoyed. Or it could be the way Tezuka was glaring at him. Well, Atobe may be grumpy about his own outfit but he wasn't stupid. He chose his answer very very carefully.
"Yes."
Thus, Tezuka broke the record for scariest glare.
Fuji heard the bell again and quickly walked out of the room. Who would actually want to be in the same room with the two buchous when they're in that mood? The tennis prodigy thought sighing to himself. As he closed the door, he could hear a snippet of their conversation.
"You're just mad cause I beat you at tennis!!"
"Why you… 100 laps, now!!!"
"You're NOT the boss of ME!!!!!!!"
Definitely best not to be in the same room with them.
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It was still raining heavily. Mizuki Hajime rushed from his all purple Porsche to the entrance of the house. At least his purple cowboy hat was good for something. It protected his precious hair. Mizuki ringed the doorbell, wondering what could be behind door number one. He tapped his foot impatiently while waiting. Finally, the door opened to reveal…
"Gooood eeeeeeevvvveeeeeeeniinnnnnnggggg."
Mizuki'e eyes practically fell out of their sockets. Okay, ewww, disgusting image. Anyway, Mizuki's jaw fell open at the sight of the person before him.
"YOU?!!!"
"And you are?" asked Fuji innocently. Heh, innocent my foot.
Breath, breath, Hajime. Inhale, exhale. C'mon. You can do it. Mizuki took a deep, deep breath. Only Fuji could make him lose his composure. Oh, and the colour purple.
"Don't toy with me!!!!! I KNOW YOU KNOW WHO I AM!!!!!"
Fuji blinked. "Oh, yes."
Could this be it? Did he FINALLY remember my name? Wondered Mizuki with bated breath.
"You're Professor Plum."
"…….What???" asked Mizuki, staring at Fuji as if he just announced that he was the Queen of England.
"You're Professor Plum," Fuji repeated.
"I'm…you…Pro……WHAT????"
"Yes, you're Professor Plum. You're wearing purple all over, aren't you?"
"I'm MIZUKI HAJIME!!!!!"
"Professor Plum."
"…Say it with me now. Mi-zu-ki Ha-ji-me."
"Pro-fes-sor P-lu-m."
Mizuki's eyes were twitching a million times a minute. Fuji, on the otherhand, was smiling without a care in the world.
"My name is MIZUKI HAJIME," said Mizuki through gritted teeth.
"But your identity for this dinner party is Professor Plum. Mr. Body, your host, specified that. I am the Butler," explained Fuji.
"….Ohhh." Right, I'm suppose to have a fake identity, Mizuki remembered.
"But you do remember my real name, right?" asked Mizuki.
"Of course. You're Professor Plum," answered Fuji, smiling widely.
"………….$&*$%$#$*@^&#*" What Mizuki said could not be put down into words. Let's just say that it was shocking enough that Fuji opened his eyes and stared at him. Meanwhile, Mizuki gave a frustated scream and broke down on his knees wailing.
"MY NAME IS MIZUKI HAJIME!!!!!!!!!" Mizuki wailed.
Eiji passed by just at that moment.
"Nya, Fuji, what's wrong with that guy?" Eiji asked, staring blankly at Mizuki who was banging his head on the floor.
"The rain makes you do strange things," answered Fuji with a mysterious smile.
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Tezuka and Atobe looked at the door as it opened. They had spent the last few minutes glaring at each other. Both their eyes slightly widened when they saw Fuji and Eiji dragging a wailing, purple-clad man into the room. The man was wailing something about his name. Tezuka and Atobe shrugged and went back to glaring at each other.
"Nya… Fuji, they're scaring me," commented Eiji when he saw the two glaring buchous.
Fuji would have made a comment but the doorbell rang just at that moment. He excused himself from Eiji to answer the door, leaving Eiji to worry about Mizuki.
"My name is MIZUKI HAJIME. DAMN YOU FUJI SYUSUKE!!!!!!"
"Nya, Fuji, what am I suppose to do with Mizuki?" asked Eiji worriedly.
"Who's Mizuki?" was Fuji's only reply before he walked out of the room.
Eiji looked at Mizuki again. And shrugged. "Meh, not my problem."
Atobe and Tezuka didn't even blink an eye when Eiji left the room. Mizuki was still, well, wailing and Atobe was getting tired of it.
"Oh, shut up!!!" shouted Atobe.
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Fuji opened the door and was nearly whacked in the head by a tennis racket. The man holding the tennis racket was flailing his arm around like a mad octopus with a tennis racket in each tentacle.
"BURNING!!! GREATO!!!"
Definitely Taka-san, thought Fuji. Fuji deftly took the tennis racket out of Kawamura's hand. Why Kawamura brought a tennis racket with him we'll never know.
"YOU?!!! Fuji?" said a very confused Taka-san.
"Hai," nodded Fuji in affirmation.
"What are you doing here?" asked a still very confused Taka-san.
"I'm the Butler of this residence," answered Fuji.
"Umm… I got an invitation…," started Taka-san who was very confused.
"Hai. Mr. Body is the host for tonight's dinner party and he is the one who invited you. This evening, you will be known to the other guests as Mr. Green," explained Fuji, gesturing at Kawamura's clothes. Especially at his bright lime green loafers. Eiji passed by just at that moment.
"Nyaaaaaaa!!!! My eyes!!!!!" shouted Eiji as he used his arms to shield his eyes from the blinding loafers. He ran away as fast as possible.
"Wasn't that…" started Taka-san confusingly as he stared after Eiji.
"The French or Japanese maid," finished Fuji. "I haven't decided which yet."
"Oh. Okay then."
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Hiroshi Wakato was cursing at his bad luck. First, his precious red Ferrari was in the workshop and he had to borrow his friend, Jirou's, old junk heap of a car. Secondly, it seems that Jirou's car has his owner habit and kept on stalling on the way to 112, Emmers Lane, Takea Peak. Thirdly, the sorry excuse of a car finally broke down on a particularly deserted part of the road. Fourthly, Hiroshi was stuck underneath the heavy rain trying to fix the car. He was definitely not happy. In fact, Hiroshi Wakato was cursing at his bad luck. (A.N: And yes, I did mean to repeat that sentence.)
"Damn you useless heap of junk!!!" cursed Hiroshi as he kicked the car.
"Owwwww!!!!!!" Okay, NEVER do that again.
"Stupid car…" mumbled Hiroshi. "How am I suppose to go to the dinner?!"
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Shishido Ryou was driving his black Lexus through the heavy rain when he saw another car at the side of the road. A figure dressed in red was standing under the rain, looking underneath the hood of the car.
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"I'll never get to the dinner!!!" Hiroshi practically shrieked in despair.
"Hey, you need a lift?" asked a mysterious voice.
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Shishido stopped his car and wind down his window. Wow, that guy's soaked.
Shishido offered him a lift, sympathizing with the stranger's situation.
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"Sure, I definitely need a lift," said Hiroshi, his voice grateful beyond words. After all, Shishido was like his saviour. If Hiroshi was Cinderella, Shishido would have to be the fairy godmother who helped Cinderella.
Hiroshi got into Shishido's car. I could always pick up Jirou's car later.
"So, where are you heading to?" asked Shishido.
"112, Emmers Lane, Takea Peak," answered Hiroshi who was drying his hair and clothes with a towel that Shishido gave him.
Shishido's eyes widened. "I'm going there, too."
"What?! What a coincidence. Did you get an invitation too?"
"Yes, and this strange outfit," elaborated Shishido, gesturing to his clothes.
"You look like you're going clubbing," observed Hiroshi who was finding the clothes very amusing.
"Says the man wearing red leather," pointed out Shishido.
"Point taken," nodded Hiroshi, acknowledging Shishido's point. They drove on. The car suddenly stopped as soon as they had a clear view of the mansion on Takea Peak. The mansion looked creepy, with the stormy skies and lightning as its background.
"Why has the car stopped?" asked Hiroshi, starting to freak out a little.
Shishido turned dramatically to him. "It's frightened," he announced… dramatically.
No, I'm frightened, thought the both of them, but the possibility of them admitting is about as likely as the Seigaku tennis club, except for Fuji, saying they love Inui's juice. Translation: Not a chance.
Shishido drove the car up the driveway and parked the car. Both of them got out with an umbrella and rang the doorbell.
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Fuji was starting to get a headache. The library, usually the most quiet place, was filled with annoying noises. Atobe was shouting at Tezuka. Tezuka was not shouting but he definitely played a part by riling Atobe up. Professor Plum was still wailing. Kawamura, SOMEHOW, found a tennis racket and went into Burning Mode. In the kitchen, Mukahi and Eiji were having their own cat fight.
When the doorbell rang, it was with great relief that Fuji practically ran to the door. He opened the door quickly.
"Gooood eeeeeeevvvveeeeeeeniinnnnnnggggg."
"YOU?!!!" came the chorus of voices.
"Why does everybody say that?" wondered Fuji, tilting his head slightly.
"Meh… It just fits the mood," shrugged Hiroshi.
"Anyway, what are you doing here?" asked Shishido in a strangely calm manner. Both Shishido and Hiroshi looked at Fuji expectantly.
"I am the Butler of this residence. Your host, Mr. Body, is expecting you. He will be arriving here shortly," informed Fuji.
"What kind of a host makes his guests wait?!" asked Hiroshi indignantly.
"A rude host, I believe," answered Shishido with a condescending tone.
And I thought these two were normal, thought Fuji as he smiled.
"As for your fake identities, you," said Fuji as he looked at Hiroshi, "are Mr. Scarlet."
"Mr. Scarlet?" said Hiroshi questioningly.
"Yes," nodded Fuji. "After all, you are wearing red. And you," started Fuji as he looked at Shishido.
"Let me guess, I'm Mr. Black," guessed Shishido.
"Actually… No."
Shishido's eyebrow arched. "Then, what's my identity? After all, I'm wearing all black."
"You are Mr. White," answered Fuji simply.
"Right," said Shishido doubtfully, "It's SO obvious."
"Well, it is sort of obvious. Since you're wearing that necklace, you know," commented Hiroshi as he pointed at the chain with the letters W.H.I.T.E on it on Shishido's neck.
"Whatever," mumbled Shishido.
"Anyway, let me bring you to the library. The other guests are in there," told Fuji. "God, help us all," he mumbled under his breath.
Mr. Scarlet and Mr. White followed Fuji into the room and came face to face with…
"BURNING!!!! COME ON, BABY!!!!!!!!!"
"HOW DARE YOU MOCK ORE-SAMA?!!!!!!!!"
"MY NAME IS MI-ZU-KI HA-JI-ME!!!!!!!!"
"Hn."
Hiroshi and Shishido's face severely paled. Fuji was smiling as always, though his eye was developing a twitch again.
-_-; "Well, they're an… interesting group," commented Hiroshi nervously.
-_-; "Interesting wouldn't be the word I'd use," said Shishido wryly.
^_^ "I'll inform you all when dinner is ready," announced Fuji as he ran off.
"Hey!" cried Shishido as he saw Fuji running away. "Don't leave us here!!!!!"
"Keep up that shouting and you'll be a perfect addition to the loony squad over here," said Hiroshi as he dragged Shishido into the room. Let's just say that the next few moments were spent with more shouting, wailing, glaring, Hiroshi looking smug, and Shishido looking incredibly annoyed.
*DING DONG DING DONG*
"What is that infernal racket?!" asked Atobe amid the noises of the room.
The door opened once again, and Fuji appeared.
"Minna-san, that was the dinner bell. Dinner is served," announced Fuji to the occupants of the room.
That announcement brought an instant silence upon the room. Fuji blinked.
"Well it's about time," said Mizuki, suddenly miraculously calm and composed. Shishido stared at him incredulously. "That was sudden," the drama queen commented.
"I'm starving," said Hiroshi.
"The food better be good," said Atobe in a threatening manner.
"Great," said Kawamura meekly.
"I have no comment whatsoever," said Tezuka stoicly.
"Um, O…kay. Please follow me," said Fuji.
The guests walked out of the room quietly. Which was freaky in Shishido's opinion and pretty much everybody else who's sane. They walked through another rich wood paneled door. Fuji opened it and looked at the guests with a mischievous smile.
"Bon appetite."
TO BE CONTINUED
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