I've got another chapter. More clues will be given in this one. You are gonna need them!

Sebastian: Cookie doesn't own Kuroshitsuji or its characters.

Me: I also don't own Clue or any of the things based off of it. This includes games, musicals, movies, etc.

Story is told by Sebastian Michaelis. OOC is expected. This is AU.

CLUE: The Murder at Michaelis Manor

"Everyday Devices"

Now, in the lounge, more motive is forming in tandem with some sly brainstorming.

Miss Scarlet stood behind the bar, mixing drinks together into a cocktail.

"I'll add a little vodka, a dash of gin, and a big splash of beer to mix it all together~!" She smiled and started shaking it up.

Mr. Green stood by, leaning against the wall grinning, "That's some cocktail."

Madam Red started at his presence, but regained her composure quickly, "You want one?"

Lau chuckled and moved closer, "How about something a little less complicated? Like a glass of water."

The ruby red woman leaned over the bar, "None bottled." She leaned down farther and popped her leg up, "And the water pipe in here is broken."

Lau raised his eyebrows at her, "Wine then. I'm sure Mr. Michaelis always keeps a decent bottle of wine lying around."

She turned around and leaned back a little, "In the cellar."

I appeared from the shadows and handed Mr. Green a lead pipe.

He took it and looked at it curiously, "I wouldn't call this a bottle of wine."

I then moved around to Miss Scarlet and gave her a wrench.

"Or this…" She said holding it firmly, "A lead pipe and a wrench?"

Lau scoffed, "Plumbing repairs, obviously." He saw a lone wine bottle on the bottom shelf and retrieved it, "Here it is."

Madam Red walked over to him and took the bottle, "Vin de pays. It's French country wine."

Lau smiled and walked over to the other side of the room, "You're good. Where'd ya learn all that French, Angelina?"

Surprised, said woman set the bottle of wine on the counter, "How do you know my name?"

"The last time I saw you, you were in Vegas, playing up quite the performance in the club."

Caught off guard, Miss Scarlet became nervous, "I don't know you."

"You won the Miss Nuclear Waste Pageant."

She scoffed, "Everyone knows that."

Mr. Green took out a wad of cash, "Because I paid off the judges!"

The lady in red stomped her foot, "Lau?"

"In the flesh." He said with a characteristic smirk on his face.

Completely exhilarated, Madam Red ran up and hugged him, "Look at you! What happened to the long hair? All the girls? The ten pounds of gold around your neck?"

"When you are in a certain business, you gotta have a certain look—a jack of all trades."

She gave him an inquisitive look and then turned away, "I'm a refined lady now—I've changed. I hated that way of life!"

Following up behind her, Lau put his hands on her hips, "As I recall, you didn't have it too bad. You had a nice car, nice apartment…" He smiled, "and nice company."

The woman folded her arms, "Yeah it was alright." She went and sat down in a nearby chair, "Then you left. Why'd ya split?"

"It's not my fault when your two business partners—one who's your girl—get together and leave you in the dust." The Chinese man retorted, sitting beside her.

Madam Red got a sympathetic look on her face and turned to him, "Oh I didn't know what Mr. Michaelis was up to, really! He just took advantage of me to get access to the accounts. And then he drained them, leaving me and our business penniless."

"So why are you here?"

Scarlet glanced over at her former business partner challengingly, "Why are you here?"

"To right the wrong?" the emerald man said back.

"His wrong?"

"His wrong. You with me?"

Miss Scarlet gave him a look, "You…me…how?"

Normally shut eyes opened slightly, "It was very selfish when he executed his intentions."

Ruby eyes met them, "Making us the object of his dangerous inventions."

"But we lost nonetheless. Perhaps we must address a little retribution." They both spoke as if reading each others' thoughts.

Lau stood up, "Methods, means, and execution are the strategies that count a lot." He offered her a hand.

Madam Red accepted and followed suit, "Acting with efficiency will guarantee we don't get caught."

They took each other's hands, "But we lost nonetheless, perhaps we must address a little retribution." And began to tango, "Everyday devices have enterprising uses when they're in the right hands, but for the wrong reasons. Delightfully delicious these dangerous abuses when they're in the right hands, but for the wrong reasons."

The crimson dressed lady strutted over to the counter and grabbed the lead pipe, "If we were to really do it, any household item would be good enough to fight him!"

"Just as long as I'm with you, any grisly gadget would most definitely do." The Chinese man said while retrieving the wrench, "We could whip him."

"Yeah, with an egg beater!"

"And maybe… maybe we could whack him."

"Whack him…with a weed eater!"

Lau grabbed Madam Red's hand and pulled her close to him, "Let's string him up, string him up."

She put her red feather boa around his neck, "I know! With a telephone cord!"

"We could flatten him with an ironing board." The pair sang, "Everyday devices have enterprising uses when they're in the right hands, but for the wrong reasons. Delightfully delicious these dangerous abuses when they're in the right hands, but for the wrong reasons." They began to circle each other, "If we were to really do it, any household item would be good enough to fight him!" Pulling in close, "Just as long as I'm with you, any grisly gadget would most definitely do."

The two ran off as the other suspects wandered in with various objects, "Strangulate, obliterate, we liquidate the opposition. Evaluate, exterminate, we orchestrate retaliation. For we lost nonetheless, perhaps we must address a little retribution."

"We could perforate him!" Claude, with a screwdriver in his hand, exclaimed.

A manipulated grin twisted on Hannah's face, "Yeah, with a silver ice pick!"

Holding a rake, Agni stepped in, "We could crack him."

"On the head!" Angela said, swatting a broom.

"With a hockey stick!" Hannah spoke with gleeful spite, hockey stick in hand.

"We could roll him, we could stuff him…"

Angela held the broom up high "In a tool bench!"

Lau and Madam Red reentered with a fire extinguisher and a pool stick, "We could thrash him with a monkey wrench!"

"Everyday devices! Very enterprising uses, when they're in the hands of anyone who knows how best to use them! Delightfully delicious are dangerous abuses when they're in the hands of who knows how best to use them! If we really were to do it, then any household item would be good enough to fight him!" Everyone broke into pairs and began to tango, "Just as long as I'm with you, any grisly gadget with you would most definitely do!"

Mr. Green and Miss Scarlet, intertwined in a pose, froze as I walked out beside them and everyone else disappeared.

"Clue number four: Wrench, pipe, lounge, Scarlet, and Green. In our conclusion are any foreseen? Consider none of the weapons here. Consider neither of the suspects here. And as for the Lounge, well… future clues will reveal if that is the scene of our deadly ordeal."

Now, in the study, a fuss is made between one in distress and one underpaid.

Professor Plum sat in a chair near the bookshelves, a coil of rope in his hands, "Right over left, left over right… left under right, right under left… left over right, thru the loop, and tighten. There, I have a perfect Achaean knot. Now if I pull here, I have a noose, a brilliant noose."

Mrs. White came walking in as if she was searching for something and saw the professor, "Hey! That's my clothesline! You've cut it to bits!"

Claude smiled and shook his head, "Not to worry, I shall replace it."

The woman crossed her arms and scoffed, "Bet your sweet bottom you shall."

"You will."

"…I will what?"

"You will replace it."

Angela put her hands on her hips and glared at him, "I'm not replacing it. It's you who made a mess of it."

The professor pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, "Proper English: You will replace it."

"I will not! You bloody ruined it!" The distressed housekeeper argued.

Claude sighed in annoyance, "It's not you shall; it's you will."

Mrs. White pointed a finger at the other man, "Go ahead. Try to confuse me so I can forget all about the rope and don't make you pay for it. You people are all the same! You're a sly one, you are."

Plum rose from his seat, "Not as sly as your boss."

Angela perked up at his words, "Are you talking about Mr. Michaelis?"

"The ace swindler himself."

She immediately became interested, "You've got some dirt on him, don't you? Do tell."

The raven haired man turned his back to her, "I don't know if I can trust you, Mrs. White."

Angela grabbed the noose and put it around his neck, pulling at it from behind, "You better tell me, or you'll be sorry. You will."

Claude spun around with a pleased look on his face, "Oh very good, Mrs. White! First person singular and plural, use shall. Second and third persons singular and plural, use will."

Mrs. White rolled her eyes, getting impatient with the man, "You sound like a bloody school teacher!" She tugged hard at the rope, "Tell! Tell!"

"As a businessman…" he began explaining as he took the noose off, "Mr. Michaelis intentionally acted to drive down the stock prices of certain oil companies, making them bankrupt. He then bought those companies at an alarmingly low price and sold them years later for an excessive profit."

The white haired woman scoffed, turning to face him, "What's wrong with that? That's the American way!"

Professor Plum began getting an irritated look in his eyes, "What's wrong is that the beneficiaries of corporate donations, like educational institutions, lose funding. They suffer—they suffer badly."

"What's it got to do with you?" The woman asked accusingly.

"I lost out."

"You're in business?"

Claude paused, contriving an answer in mere moments, "Um… business, yes. One of the companies he… drove into bankruptcy and then unfairly purchased was… my family's business… in Springfield, Massachusetts."

"What was the name of the company?"

Another pause, "It was… PTA."

Angela gave a look of confusion and surprise, "PTA?"

"PTA… O. Plum Trans Atlantic Oil." He finished.

She looked at him in disbelief, "Oil in Massachusetts?"

"Yes."

This time Mrs. White paused for a moment to think, "Say, after what Mr. Michaelis has done, why are you still helping him with that book?"

Claude adjusted his glasses, "The dignity lost to greed, I shall gain by proximity to the perpetrator. He'll pay more than the author's advance he owes me."

"Well, I just came by to give you this sheet music." Mrs. White said pulling out sheet music, "I found it in your chamber when I was tidying up. Beethoven's Fifth Symphony?"

Slightly panicked, Plum snatched the paper out of her hand, "Give me that!"

Angela scanned Claude suspiciously, "You don't look very musical."

"You don't look very tidy." The taller man retorted.

She gave him a glare, "Dinner will be ready shortly."

He matched hers with his own, "Yes, dinner."

The pair froze while still staring at each other with hate. I walked out and stood beside them.

"Clue number Five: Plum and White in the Study with the Rope—do any of these offer you hope? Two of the four in the answer exist. But maybe there's an unexpected twist!"

It took me so long to write that last scene. But I finally got it done. I suppose I was just being lazy. Hope you enjoyed it!

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