I bet no one will guess the culprit correctly.
Everyone gets a cookie if they guess.
But no one gets a bunch of cookies if they don't get it right :'(
I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Romario ran over to Inspector Dino (sounds funny, doesn't it?). "Boss/Sir/Whatever I shall call you! I've put together everyones statement?"
Dino nodded his head absent-mindedly. "Just hand me the first one and I'll start reading it."
Romario gave him the one that was strangely... Fruit scented. We all know who's statement it is.
(Mukuro the Butler's Statement/POV: The Requiem of a Fruit)
As the butler of the mansion, I wake up every morning at 5:30 am, and dress for the day's work. Master Treland is woken up at 6:00 am.
His schedule seems to be random, and I have never detected a pattern, so I could only guess what job he'd give to me next.
Before Master Treland died, I was ordered to design the seating plan for the upcoming celebration of his success. This task is seemingly simple, but don't be mistaken.
There will be one long table situated against the wall, which will be covered in food. There will be fifty guests and fifty one chairs, the extra for the master.
There can't be three males or females sitting directly next to each other, and master sits at the far left.
There are many issues, considering the fact that some of the guests refuse to sit next to certain people.
For hours, I tried to find the perfect seating plan... But with no luck! I couldn't take anymore of the torture, so I went to the kitchen in hopes of grabbing a calming cup of tea.
I entered the kitchen and saw the cook Gokudera cooking a large pan of bacon, lightly seasoned with rosemary.
The mouth watering scent of his cooking made me hungry, so I asked if I could have some.
"Oi, you just want a cup of tea right? Go get it and leave the bacon alone."
Then I made a mistake of insulting his cooking. "I bet that rosemary is actually cremated mice."
An anger mark appeared on Gokudera's head. "OI, WHAT DID YOU SAY?"
I made the biggest mistake of all by insulting his best friend, the secretary Tsunayoshi Sawada. "Such a pathetic looking boy can't be a boy at all. I'm sure he's really a transvestite."
Now, very few people know that the Treland Mansion cook is the famous demon cook. If he feels like it, he can make his food come alive and do his bidding.
So sure enough, the bacon in the pan stood up, and flew towards my head. My hair was never shaped like a pineapple, but then the bacon changed it all.
I screamed in pain, for the oil on the bacon was still hot. It climbed up my head and onto my hair, and preformed a little dance on it.
Since then, my hair has been growing in the shape of that cursed pineapple.
Right after the bacon incident, I continued with organizing the seating for the celebration. But I then noticed a slight issue with the guest list that I should've noticed before.
"Sir, there are only 49 guests on the list. Where is the other one?" At this point, Master Treland's mood seemed to take a turn for the worse.
"There was an issue with that particular person, so you can remove a chair from the set-up."
I was suspicious of him, but I decided not to question him. After all, he was paying me to work, not to question.
With the bit of information he just gave me, it made it easier to complete the task.
An hour later, I was done with all the work he requested me to do.
That day, there wasn't much work, so then I decided to irritate the one person who wouldn't conjure up some mutant monstrosity: Flora Mar.
She was cleaning the ball room. "Well, I see you have a new hair style, you freaky butler." Maybe that day wasn't my best day, but it doesn't matter. Luck is changeable.
"Kufufu~ Oya oya, Flora. Do you like it?" Keeping a poker face is important. Otherwise, how will I bother people?
"It's certaintly... unique. It fits a weirdo like you." She continued polishing the chairs and waxing the floor.
Now, for the greatest weapon of all... "Kufufu~ Flora, I'll be going back to work now. See you later~"
I gave her a kiss on the cheek and ran out of the room. I caught a glimpse of her red face on the way out, which made me chuckle.
I just LOVE messing around with people. But apparently, fate had other ideas for me.
"Hmph. So you messed around with the cook and got your hair screwed up? How pathetic, pineapply herbivore." My dear enemy, the forever friendly Hibari Kyouya was standing nearby.
"Awww... Did you see me kiss her on the cheek? Are you jealous?" This probably wasn't a good idea either.
Suddenly, a dark aura appeared around him. "Che, you really expect me to care about a maid? She's even more pathetic than you, herbivore."
Since I didn't have my pitchfo- I mean trident with me, all I could do was try to escape the attack.
I managed to hide in one of the many rooms of the mansion. Then a small fluffy yellow bird appeared, and settled down next to me.
"What a cute little bird..." I poked it and it pecked my hand, and it hurt a lot (It's beak looks blunt, but its incredibly sharp). "Why you little chicken, I'm gonna eat you for dinner."
Then it cried out "Hibari, Hibari!" and frantically flew around the room. Lo and behold, Hibari appeared.
"Hn. So this is where you were hiding. I'll bite you to death."
"Romario, is this really his statement?" Romario nodded. "A hospital confirmed that he was injured and didn't return until the crime was committed. Flora, Gokudera, and Hibari confirmed his statement."
Dino scratched his head. "I'd say he has really really poor judgement. Romario shrugged. "Judging by his actions, I'd say he's suicidal."
~Inspector Dino's Corner~
Dino: Hi everyone!
Flora: Shut up, no one wants to listen to you.
Dino: Still mad at me for calling you Morning Flory?
Hibari:We're all mad at you for dragging us to this stupid corner.
Dino: But I made this so we could answer the readers questions!
Hibari: That is if we have any.
Mukuro: Of course we do, why do you think I juggled stuff?
Flora: You did? I didn't notice.
Mukuro: *goes to emo corner*
Kyoko: Flora, be careful! His ego is extremely fragile.
Mukuro: *starts growing mushrooms in corner*
Dino: I think we should leave him alone.
Mukuro: *cold winds blow in from nowhere*
Romario: Sir, lets just end this before spirits of despair appear.
Flora: Too late.
So, if you have a question or two to ask the characters, please do.
Btw, as a clue (save it for later): Only the culprit confirms all of the alibis.
It will not be who you think it will be, my friends.
MUAHAHAHAHAHAH!
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