A/N: Sorry for the wait everyone, if you like BTTS-chapter1&2,then hopefully you'll like the 3rd chapter. In case the people reading are fans of my YYH & Inuyasha fics then this Extra: (is for you.) I am posting new stories and updating, I know I've been out for several months, and I hope everyone will welcome me back by enjoying my fics and reviewing. I'm so proud with my success in my four most popular fics: Surprises, Bloody Roses, Bitter, and Caramel. All Inuyasha fics, I am so pleased. Thank you so much!
And thank you all for any little review/response for all of my fics, even if my fic might've been a little stupid. When I first joined the site, my starting fic was flamed beyond belief, and but thanks to the people who new I was new guided me by giving helpful tips.
And to see the popularity of my second Inuyasha fic Surprise skyrocket compared to my other three unsuccessful fics, I was almost at tears. I never knew I could write something that people would like,
Then during my work on Surprises I started another fic, Bloody Roses. I was amazed at its sudden success, both fics soon rose over the high 300s in reviews, who knows, while I've been gone they could've risen to 400. Then while working on Bitter and posting it, I once again hit the jackpot!
Months later…I decide after downloading the City High song "Caramel" that inspired me to write a Inuyasha fic titled after the song and base the story line on the meaning in the lyrics. It was also a hit but stiller slower to rise then the other fics, that didn't matter, I was just happy getting terrific responses.
For the new writers on the site: if your reading this and you are a rookie writer this message is for you. No matter what your reviews are, take'em, good or bad. And if you get advice, I suggest you take their advice. In the long run, it's beneficial.
And if you want a lot of reviews, but you aren't sure what kind of response you'll get when you post you first fanfic. Here is some advice from me to you, kay? No matter if your fic is popular or not, just make sure you are happy with the work you've done writing it. If your not then you begin to get writers' block and lose interest in what you're writing, and even if you only get 5 reviews, it still creates this warm feeling. That people like what you're doing, it's nice. And I'll even give you a tip, it's my special secret to make a popular fic: for example let's say you're writing an Inuyasha fic, hopefully you're a Kag/Inu fan or a Sango/Miroku fan. If not then that's your immediate down fall, basically everyone, who loves Inuyasha the show, loves those two pairings. Therefore creating- along with a good plot and idea- a popular story.
But there are some series where you just don't like the majority's favorite couple, like for me I absolutely hate the fav. Couple to write about in the YYH anarchy, it's a yoai: Hiei and Kurama. Even though I know how to make a likable YYH story, I don't. I write about the character romance I want to,
I'm not gonna tell you which YYH characters I write about, cause I get flamed a lot for doing it, but you gotta learn to write about what you wanna write about, even if people don't like it.
Sorry that took too long, anyway. Here it is, another blood boiling chapter, much love…Anime-Alee.
Disclaimer: I don't own Love HinaSummery: The Love Hina gang discovers Motoko's body. Naru becomes the eye suspect, and who will be next on Shinobu's list? And will anyone every catch her in the act? Read & find out,
Ages: Shinobu-14, Sue-14, Motoko-16, Naru-19, Keitaro-19, Haruka-48, Mitsune-19.
Beneath The Timid Smile
Chapter3: Blood of the bold
The investigation had begun, detective Sakyo Himajime had private sit down with each housemate in the kitchen; going over the events of yesterday down to the very time of the murder, each of us were to provide an alibi. I was the second person to be interrogated, before me was Keitaro. As he exited the kitchen and I entered; our shoulders brushed and I had sensed a high tension between the contact.
He turned to look at my face; I fake whimpered as my salty tears stained my rosy cheeks. He gestured a hand on my shoulder whispering " I now, it'll be okay Shinobu".
My skin burned in disgust under his palm, but my feelings were not displayed, in return I smiled sadly and breached the kitchen door. Inside, the window shutters were shut tightly, allowing the kitchen chandelier to be the only source of light there.
At the bar in the center sat the detective on a stool blowing the smoke from his charred cigar through his course lips, the flares descended from the tip as he motioned for me to sit down. "Come on now, over here Ms …um?"
"Shinobu…" I replied sweetly, but inside I gritted my teeth intolerantly. I had to be as innocent, and timid as possible to him. And from the looks of it he'd believe it, but still…I cannot allow myself to slip, my identity is my only defense. So I was careful, I sat down across from him.
" Please state your full name Ms. Shinobu," he looked down and prepared to take detailed notes.
" Shinobu Maehara," I spoke with my usual persona. Outside I was my Ying, but inside my Yang prevailed.
"Age,"
" I am fourteen,"
" Alrighty then, Ms. Shinobu Maehara…" he paused briefly, writing down all we had spoke about. Then turning his head up to ask more, " Explain to me the events of yesterday, March 2, 2004, in your own words, in a time frame".
This was the switchblade question; it could make or break my plan. But I was not foolish; I had prepared my alibi, but I would certainly not perceive it that way, though.
" I had awaken at 9a.m. To prepare everyone's breakfast, I finished at 9:45, then I got everyone up to eat. It took then all about a half-n-hour to finish, I then washed and dried the dishes, and since all of us are on spring break I went to the market with Mitsune to restock the fridge. It took us about an hour or two, after that I started on the laundry. To wash and lay out all of our cloths took about…another hour, by then everyone was hungry again so I made lunch. And after making all of the entrees and everyone eating it was 1:50, after that I retreated to my room to draw, I grew tired so I took a nap waking up about 6p.m. I was alarmed, I had forgotten to make dinner but I had seen everyone had ordered take out. So I decided to visit Sue, after talking for a while we both feel a sleep. Then I woke up and…"
I make fake tears reappear, and quiet sobs filled the kitchen. I watched the detective out of the corner of my eye, I had deceived him, he was buying my sobby-baby act. He nodded understandingly, " I know this is hard, I was told by the young man before you, he said you and the deceased had a friendly relationship."
"Yes, well…um, thank you for your time Ms. Maehara." I was finally excused, a second longer in his wretched stench I would've keeled over in disgust. I stood up with a pleasant smile and turned swiftly on my heel as soon as the shadows concealed my doll face, my delicate smile curved to an impish smirk.
As I pushed through the kitchen door, a cart directed by three men passed by, after they passed a stale breeze engulfed my nasal passages. I noticed there was a black, bag. It was like time had stopped in that bag, it was disturbing.
But I knew quite clearly what it contained, it was a splendid yet empty moment. I was very proud of my work but…still, that body bag represented a sudden emptiness. But I chose my route, I chose her fate. As well as my own,
I drifted out of my daze and noticed Sue, Mitsune, and Naru were teary eyed. They choked out painful sobs off and on as you heard the creaks of the cartwheels and the seal of the Morgue van's trunk doors.
" Mr. Sakyo! Mr. Sakyo!" Shouted one of the younger investigators, he trotted from outside into the hallway, franticly jumping up and down. He held a plastic bag, and inside… " the murder weapon has been obtained! Mr. Sakyo!"
I hid my amusement, and shifted positions as the detective rushed out of the kitchen in a panic. His emotionless gray eyes literally lit up with relief, " Good job my boy," patting his employee on the back firmly and examining the object through the clear baggy.
The women gasped, stupid fools, of course there would be a weapon. But not only that, when they find out who's hand prints are on the handle they'll be even more surprised.
I turned to face my set up victim; I watched her expression closely. She knew as well as me she had used that knife last night, she had peeled an apple. It was a sharp titanium knife used as a kitchen utensil, soaked in Motoko's dry blood. Not only was it handy in the kitchen it also proved useful in butchering, too.
"Chief, I found some evidence too!" Called another officer working in the investigation. He held a zip lock baggy also, but it seems he had found the other piece of concrete evidence I left. " I found this piece of clothing in the laundry basket, it's soaked in blood too!"
The detective took the evidence, looking closely at it. " Who does this belong to?" Sue turned uneasily towards the already frightened Naru.
" Naru…doesn't that belong to…you?" Mitsune asked hesitantly,
My mortal enemy nodded, as her body trembled. Her usually creamy complexion froze over pale, I had succeeded in terrifying her, but the job wasn't done yet. " Xiao! Run DNA tests on the blood, pronto"! Ordered the antsy detective.
It was a dreadfully long day, the Hinata Apartments after the 6 hour long investigation was too quiet, to dead. I wanted panic in the ranks, fear of everyone, and even fear of yourself. Sue Kaola was in the spa, soaking in deep thought, which was remarkably unlike her. Hiruka was sweeping the grounds around the apartments, smoking away her anxiety away.
The wicked blonde Mitsune was napping in her room, and Keitaro had gone out to take a soothing stroll around Hinata Spring's beach. And lastly Naru was burying her depression in her textbooks; I sensed her intense fear of what was sneaking up on her and pulling her into a world of trouble.
It was that blissful moment again, I would choose another victim…But who should I…? I sat at my desk, sketching out a vase on my desk. But deep down, I wanted to sketch down my mental picture of a mangled Naru. But if I did I would show signs of insanity, therefore making me out to be the mask murderer. Hmm...
" Shinobu." A withered voice called out from behind me, I jumped slightly, turning my neck to see whom was interrupting my mental massacre. It hid my disgust when I saw it was that rotting sack of flesh Haruka, standing by the threshold of my door, holding her dirt broom. "Be a doll and help me take down the lights from new years. Its been so chaotic we've never been able to take em' down."
Haruka, a withered soul just pleading for me to cut her loose. I heard her tortured voice, and I would answer the call, " Sure Haruka I'll be right out."
I grimaced a pleasant smile, I watched slowly as she departed from my room. Unappreciative bitch
I gathered my sketchpads and placed them neatly in a drawer. Regaining my composure I walked quaintly out to the courtyard,
The moon was intense, and had drawn my attention; it was a beautiful night. Fitting for the event to come. Something that I'd take a hit to pull off,
A/N: this is probably the longest chapter I've written, its long over due so please enjoy.