CLUE: Prince of Tennis Style
Yo, minna-san! RedPlanet31 here. I'm SO HAPPY THAT YOU LIKE THE 2ND CHAPTER!!!! I apologize a million times for the slow update and unfortunately the next chapter's update would be slow, too. DAMN EXAMS!!!!!
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Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis TT. I don't own Clue the board game nor the movie and books. And I don't think there are any other fanfics with this plot but if there are, DON'T SUE ME!!!!
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Warning: Clue is a murder mystery game so expect some character death. Don't flame me or anything if your favourite character dies because well, they're my favourite characters, too. Slight shonen-ai. Major OOCness. Plotholes galore.
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Chapter 3: Dinner, Introductions, & Mr. Body
"Bon appetite."
It was finally dinner time and the guests were hungry beyond words. They followed Fuji, the butler, into a room with a dining table, rectangular in shape. There were three seats on both sides of the table and one seat at the head of the table. Each place was set with luxurious cutlery and plates. The whole room was, well, richly decorated.
"Please have a seat. Mr. Body will be here shortly," said Fuji courteously.
The guests each took their seat. On the side of the table that was further from the door, sat Tezuka Kunimitsu, next to him, Shishido Ryou, followed by Wakato Hiroshi. Atobe Keigo sat opposite of Tezuka, Kawamura Takashi sat in front of Shishido, and Mizuki Hajime sat facing Hiroshi. Can you see it in your mind? Just use your IMAGINATION….. Anyway, Fuji disappeared through a door in one side of the room. A few silent minutes pass.
CRASH!!!! The guests looked at the door to the kitchen apprehensively. Another few silent minutes pass.
Meanwhile, a few minutes ago.
"This looks good, Mukahi" complimented Fuji. Eiji reluctantly nodded in agreement. Both of them were the first people to see the food prepared by Mukahi.
"Of course," said Mukahi, "Unlike a certain Japanese-French Maid," at this he rolled his eyes at Eiji, "I actually have talent in what I'm supposed to do."
"Hoi, what's that supposed to mean?" asked Eiji heatedly.
"I can cook and you can't do anything," answered Mukahi as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"WHAT?!!! I SO can do anything!!! Plus, I'm WAY more flexible than YOU!!!!"
"Get real!!!! I am way more flexible than YOU!!!"
"NO WAY!!! ME!!!!"
"NO, MEEEEEE!!!!"
At this, Eiji lunged at Mukahi causing a bunch of plates to fall down. CRASH!!!!
"Umm, guys," started Fuji. Eiji stopped trying to kick Mukahi and Mukahi stopped trying to strangle Eiji. "What does flexibility have anything to do with cooking and… whatever Eiji does?"
"ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!!" answered Eiji and Mukahi.
"….Okay then. I'll just go and serve the food," said Fuji as he walked out with the dishes that were going to be served.
Fuji came out pushing a tray filled with delicious food. He served each of the guests, one by one, a plate covered by a stainless steel cover.
The guests waited impatiently for Fuji to serve. As Fuji lifted off the covers to reveal the delicacies, the guest's reactions were also revealed. (A.N.:By the way, don't worry. I won't go all crazy in their reactions now. Fine, maybe a little crazy.)
"Looks great," commented Shishido as his dish was uncovered.
"Tastes great," added Hiroshi who tasted the fancy soup before him.
"I'm great," admitted Atobe because that's just TRUE.
"Hn," said Tezuka non-commitedly, both about the soup and Atobe's admission. At least Shishido didn't say the food looked delicious. Who knows where that conversation could have gone to? (A.N.: For example, "Looks delicious." "Tastes delicious." "I'm-".)
"Delicious," exclaimed Mizuki as he took a sip of the soup.
"Hai, this is definitely delicious," remarked Kawamura, which was surely good praise since he was a chef.
The guests ate their food with gusto. There were other foods of course but the next dish would only be served when the first dish is finished. The guests ate the cuisine before them. It had a rather unique taste. They couldn't decide what kind of meat was in the soup.
"Na, Fuji," started Kawamura, "What's in the soup?"
"The soup? Oh, monkey's brain," answered Fuji as if that was the most normal thing in the world. (A.N.: Actually, people do eat monkey's brain. I just don't think it's normal. No, the people are normal. Eating monkey's brain isn't. Anyway, in the movie, the guest did eat monkey's brain, I think. So, this is all for the plot. Oh yeah, here's where I go slightly mad with their reactions.)
"Excuse me, what?" asked Kawamura again.
"Monkey's brain soup," replied Fuji angelically.
"…… WHAT???!!!" the guests sans Atobe spitted out the soup like mad. Yes, even Tezuka spitted out his last spoonful of soup.
Amidst the spitting and screaming, Fuji turned to Atobe. "You don't seem to be affected by this news," stated Fuji, his head tilting slightly as he contemplated Atobe.
"My cook usually cooks this cuisine. It's one of my favourites, actually," informed Atobe to Fuji and the other guests as he calmly took a bite of the piece of monkey's brain.
"…… WHAT???!!!" More spitting. Shishido took a large gulp of the wine that was served and nearly choked on it in his haste if Hiroshi didn't help him.
"Oh my god, ewww!!! Oh, my god, ewwwwwww!!! Oh, my god, EEWWWW!!!" squealed Mizuki as he tried to wipe his tongue with his napkin. The others were all thinking along the same line.
The guests calmed down considerably after Fuji served them the next dish which was decidedly more normal. The guests ate the next dish with a relieved sigh.
After a few silent minutes, again, Fuji cleared his throat to get the guests attention. All of them looked at him curiously.
"Well, since I'm finding this silence extremely freaky, why don't you all introduce yourself, with your fake identity, of course. You know, tell a little bit about yourself," suggested Fuji with a smile.
The guests looked at each other awkwardly. Then, they looked back at Fuji. Fuji looked back at them. They looked back at each other. Then, they looked back at Fuji who proceeded to look back at them. When Fuji looked at them, they looked back at each other and then they looked at Fuji once more and he looked back at them again. This could go on forever. Until…
"Since nobody is actually doing anything, why don't I start?" said Hiroshi as he looked at everybody. "I'm sure you all know me."
"No, not really," cut in Shishido. Hiroshi glared at him.
"Anyway, for this evening, I am Mr. Scarlet."
"Hello, Mr. Scarlet," greeted everybody in unison. Whoa, freaky.
"I am the best tennis player in the world," continued Hiroshi.
"No, you're not," cut in Shishido, Mizuki and Atobe. Tezuka wasn't even listening and Kawamura was just politely listening. Hiroshi ignored them and went on.
"After high school, other than becoming a professional tennis player, I am also a trainer at Johsei Shonan Junior High. You know, kinda like Hanamura sensei. Doing research, training students, dating a co-worker," said Hiroshi, mumbling the last three words.
"What was that?" asked Mizuki.
"Uh… meeting new co-workers. In fact, some of my co-workers include my old teammates. Kajimoto is one of my co-workers," explained Hiroshi.
"I know," said Mizuki.
"Good."
"……….."
"……….."
"Alright," said Fuji, interrupting the silence. "Anything else, Mr. Scarlet?"
"Of course. As you all probably know, I have a legion of fans that adore me and worship the ground I walk on," boasted Hiroshi but we all know that it's true.
"Oh, please," interjected Atobe, "Your fans cannot compare to my number of fans who worship the ground that I walk on."
"Yeah, right," said Mizuki sarcastically, "My fans know that the perfect person to cheer for is none other than ME."
"Oh God, there are actually people as proud as Atobe," muttered Shishido in disbelief as the proud trio quarreled amongst each other.
Kawamura looked at the quarrelling trio pensively while Tezuka….. just ate silently. Fuji cleared his throat, and was ignored by the trio. He cleared his throat louder, and was still ignored. Finally, he spoke.
"Mr. Peacock, Mr. Scarlet, and… eto… uh… Professor Plum," started Fuji.
"I KNOW YOU KNOW WHO I AM!!!!"
"I said introduce yourself, not start a war. Who wants to go next?"
"Ore-sama will," said Atobe.
"But I'm not done yet," whined Hiroshi.
"Yes, you are," Atobe stated haughtily. "Now, about ORE-SAMA. Ore-sama was born on the 4th of October to a very wealthy family. Ore-sama's blood type is A. Ore-sama is right handed. Some of ore-sama's favourite foods include roast beef and Yorkshire pudding. Ore-sama can speak many languages especially German and Greek. Ore sama's favourite color is gold and black. Ore-sama-"
"I said introduce yourself, not tell your life story," cut in Fuji.
"How dare you interrupt Ore-sama?!!! Ore-sama is perfection!!!!"
"Hn," hnned Tezuka sarcastically. Atobe looked at him suspiciously. Tezuka was really getting quite an attitude. Atobe covered his face with his hands. Only his eyes could be seen. He stared at Tezuka rather evilly. Unknown to the others, he was kicking Tezuka's leg under the table. Strange. How could he not react to my wonderful, awesome kick at all??? Atobe wondered as he continued kicking Tezuka harder and harder. Sure, it was immature but that's what you do when you're sitting at a table and someone annoys you. Anyway, throughout him kicking, Tezuka still had the same impassive look on his face.
Why isn't he reacting?!!!
Unknown to Atobe, who was focusing way too much on Tezuka, Shishido who was next to Tezuka, was looking VERY annoyed. Anyway, back to Atobe-sama.
He's not doing anything!!! This is getting irritating!!! … Hey, I rhymed!!! Ah, my brilliance is truly amazing… Atobe stopped his kicking to appreciate the genius that is ORE-SAMA himself. Then, he kicked Tezuka's leg harder. Tezuka didn't even flinch. Atobe glared at him and wished for something to happen. He gave an exceptionally hard kick.
"DAMNIT, ATOBE!!! THAT'S MY LEG YOU'RE KICKING!!!" screamed a very scary looking Shishido as he stood up suddenly and slammed his hands onto the table. The rest of the guests looked at him in surprise.
" STOP KICKING MY LEG!!! YOU'VE BEEN KICKING ME FOR THE PAST TWO HOURS!!!!!!!!" screamed Shishido, proving the fact that he was and will always be a drama queen.
"Actually, it's only been two minutes," informed Atobe smugly. Fuji had to hold Shishido back while Kawamura blocked Atobe from Shishido. Shishido was waving his spoon at Atobe like a sword.
"TWO MINUTES FAR TOO LONG!!!!!"
"I was just swinging my leg. It's not my problem that your leg got in the way. After all, my swinging leg was suppose to come in contact with Tezuka," said Atobe matter-of-factly.
"So you're saying you were trying to kick Tezuka but your feet has no sense of direction," concluded Shishido. Shishido looked at Tezuka…… and stamped on Tezuka's foot with every strength he had.
"OWW!!!! What the hell is with you Hyoutei people and injuring me?!" Tezuka glared at Shishido and Atobe with his usual serious look. Atobe looked smug while Shishido answered Tezuka.
"It was YOUR fault."
"No, it was Atobe's fault," answered Tezuka.
"Oh, right," Shishido looked at Atobe and kicked his leg, too.
"OWW!!!!" Atobe glared at Shishdo with HIS usual arrogant glare.
"As much as this is entertaining me, I think you all should stop," said Fuji.
"But-"
"I said STOP." People, can you see the black aura?
Atobe, Shishido and Tezuka went back to eating. The others who were watching them went back to what they were doing. Kawamura went back to talking with Fuji. Mizuki went back to glaring venomously at Fuji. Hiroshi went back to admiring his reflection in his spoon.
"Can you just tell what your identity for this evening is?" Fuji asked Atobe.
"Fine, Ore-sama's identity for this evening is Mr. Peacock."
"Hn," said Tezuka. Well, that definitely suits him.
"Okay, Taka-san. Your turn," said Fuji.
"Uh… My identity for the evening is Mr. Green. Yoroshiku. And, well, now, I am currently working as a sushi chef at my father's restaurant," told Kawamura.
"What's with the racket and your BURNING mode?" asked Mizuki who was still glaring at Fuji.
"What BURNING mode???" asked a bewildered Kawamura.
"Never mind," cut in Fuji. "Who's next? Ah, Mr.White, why don't you go?"
"Whatever. My name for this evening is, as you all probably know, Mr. White. I am now a pro tennis player."
"Doubles or singles?" asked Mizuki in data gathering mode although he was still glaring at Fuji.
"Doubles. My doubles partner is Ootori Choutarou," answered Shishido.
"You lovebirds are STILL together???," asked Atobe in disbelief. Shishido's face reddened at the word lovebirds.
"YES," answered Shishido.
Fearing another confrontation, Fuji quickly interrupted. "Is that all, Mr. White?"
"Whatever."
"Colonel, now it's your turn," said Fuji, smiling at Tezuka.
"….."
"C'mon, just tell us what's your name for the evening?" persuaded Fuji.
"Colonel Mustard," mumbled Tezuka.
Atobe snorted when he heard that. "Is that all you're going to tell us?" He asked with a drawl.
Tezuka gave him an indifferent glare. Then, he leaned forward closer and said in a hush tone, "Well, can you keep a secret?"
"YES," replied all the guests and Fuji. They leaned closer to Tezuka.
"Good," continued Tezuka, "So can I." The guests fell down from their seats at his words.
"Tezuka, just tell us something about yourself," said Atobe leaning casually back against his chair.
"Yes, like your family. We all know you have a mother, a father, and a grandfather. What about your grandmother?" said Fuji.
"She died in the war," answered Tezuka without changing his expression.
"Oh." I'll leave it to you to decide who said that. (A.N.: Whoa, interactive reading,)
"Which war?" asked Hiroshi.
"Frankly, I haven't a clue," answered Tezuka.
"……..Okay then," said Fuji, "Who's next? Let's see. Mr. Scarlet went first. Followed by, Mr. Peacock, Mr. Green, Mr. White and Colonel Mustard. So, is there anybody else?" asked Fuji as he looked around the table, utterly ignoring Mizuki who was glaring daggers at him. "Uhhh…… Who else is there?"
"It's MY turn," said Mizuki through gritted teeth.
Fuji blinked a few times and looked at Mizuki as if he saw him for the very first time. "Oh, I didn't see you there."
"I'm right in front of you," said Mizuki slowly.
"And you are?"
Whoa, if looks could dress a guy up in a girly dress, Fuji would be wearing a pink, frilly, puffy, dress that you would normally see in those kiddy books with princesses in them.
"Mizuki desu," answered Mizuki with poison in his voice.
"Now, is that your real name or your fake identity?" asked Fuji curiously.
"Why don't you listen to my introduction?" said Mizuki as he looked to the other guests and flipped his hair. "My identity for this evening is Professor Plum. What I do now? Well, I am the President of SLOP."
"SLOP???" asked Hiroshi.
"Yes, SLOP. My one true devotion," told Mizuki.
"You're devoted to… slop???" asked Atobe incredulously.
"No, not slop. SLOP," said Mizuki. The guests blinked, as they didn't really get the difference. Mizuki continued, "SLOP stands for the," Mizuki took a deep breath, "Society for the Lovers Of Purple."
"……" --; That would have to be the guests expression.
"The Society for the Lovers Of Purple was started by none other than me. The members love the colour purple and will do anything to get any rare specimen of the colour. It is a well-known society and we idolized the colour purple. One of our idols is Barney the Purple Dinosaur. We are an illustrious society. After all, who could truly bask in the glory of the colour purple, other than me of course. And…," Mizuki stopped his ranting to the relieved sigh of all the guest. "Are you even listening to me?!!!!!!!" Mizuki practically screeched at Fuji who was talking cough purposely ignoring Mizuki cough to Kawamura.
"And that's how I saved the world with a dress," Fuji announced to Kawamura.
Mizuki's eyes were going into hyper twitching mode. He opened his mouth to snap something which I should not write down at Fuji. However, he was interrupted by the door that opened suddenly. The guests all looked at the door, having no idea what to expect. A shoe entered the room followed by the owner of the feet that was wearing the shoe.
"Ah, Mr. Body. You're late," greeted Fuji pleasantly.
"Don't tell me what to do. Ore wa Akutsu-"
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"I mean, ore wa Mr. Body," said, you guessed it…
"Akutsu???" said Kawamura in surprise. The other guests were all, well, pretty shocked, too. Fuji just smiled and served Mr. Body his dinner. The guests were all so stunned that most spent their time staring at Akutsu. Okay, I lied. Pretty much only Kawamura and Shishido were staring at Akutsu. Hiroshi was still admiring his reflection in his spoon. Atobe didn't really care. Mizuki was thinking of ways to torture Fuji. Tezuka, frankly, also didn't give a damn. Akutsu glanced at his food and rolled his eyes. He picked at it for a while and finally ate it.
After finishing his dinner, Akutsu got up and walked out of the room. The guests looked at him over their food as he walked out. Fuji stood in front of all the guests.
"Saa, minna-san, please follow me back to the library. Eiji, please clear the table," said Fuji in a pleasant commanding tone.
"Nyaaaaa, Fujiiii, why do I have to clear up??!!!" came out Eiji's voice from the kitchen, but Fuji already walked out of the room whistling merrily.
The guests all followed Fuji back into the library. They saw Akutsu a.k.a. Mr. Body sitting on one of the chairs at the corner of the room. Akutsu leaned against the back of the chair with a smug look on his face. The guests took their seats as Fuji stood in front of a desk in the room.
"Minna-san," started Fuji. His eyes opened and his electrifying blue eyes stared at them all solemnly. "I have to tell you the truth."
The guests were getting a little freaked out at his serious tone. "What is it, Fuji?" asked Kawamura anxiously.
"Mr. Body didn't invite you all to this dinner," told Fuji.
"What?!" cried Shishido. "Then, who did?!"
"I did," answered Fuji.
TO BE CONTINUED
Remember to review!!!!!!!!! Anyway, so so so so sorry for the slow update. Hope you like the third chapter. By the way, can anybody tell me where I can find Yagyuu's picture? I've seen all of Rikkai's regulars pic except for Yagyuu. Oh, and I saw these screencaps or 'AMV's of the Tenipuri characters playing in a band. Anybody know what is it about? Is it an OVA or an episode or… I don't know. Somebody please give me some info!!!!!! PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!!!!!!!!!
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