I'm afraid this one will be shorter than the ones before it! But this is the chapter where the murder finally occurs! The clues are not over yet though! Enjoy it! This is almost like a Christmas gift for you guys!

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

Me: I also do not own Clue or anything that is based off of Clue.

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

CLUE: The Murder at Michaelis Manor

The Murder

The conservatory we visit now. Here there's a saga of vow after vow.

I stepped into said room to see no one visible.

"Ahahaha~!" A mischievous laugh, which came from behind a large potted plant, broke the silence.

I rolled my eyes and pulled Mrs. Peacock out from behind the plant, "My dear, it is imperative that we conclude our conversation from earlier."

Hannah yanked her arm free, "I don't like your tone."

"And I don't like your…" I looked behind the plant to see exactly what I expected, "reckless escapades."

She took the candlestick she had in her hand and began admiring it, "I have an insatiable spirit."

I quickly took notice of the weapon she held, "Where did you get that?"

"I found it on the floor in here!" She snapped, becoming defensive.

I glared at her, becoming irritated, and confiscated the candlestick in her grasp, "Then let me inform you, my dear, that I won't tolerate any more displays of frivolous abandon."

"Let me inform you, my dear…" She said as she saw her husband walk out, "that you may not have to."

As she noticed she was alone yet again, she smiled, "Some women wed for life. At times I disparage, my history of marriage has been matrimonial strife. I'm just a woman in my prime. But I married old money, so old it's not funny. Forget about passion. How very old fashioned! My first one then dropped dead… on the night we wed."

Taking small paces, she walked slowly to the window, "Once a widow, oh they blamed me. Yes they named me as 'the Scheming Spouse'. But the judge, he set me free. My defense was insanity."

"The judge and I then wed." She spun around with her back to the window, "The gossip distressed me, but they couldn't arrest me, the night my poor Judgie dropped dead."

Mrs. Peacock descended over to the bench where she then sat, "My third one was a shrink. A real lady killer, his death was a thriller. I get sentimental, it was ruled accidental. The inquest was routine. It placed me at the scene." She stood and began pacing again, "Twice a widow. They defamed me. Thrice a widow, oh they loathed me more. So I married the attorney for the shrink. Now onto number four!"

The dark-skinned woman stopped and clasped her hands together, "My lawyer was a charm!" An aggressive look appeared on her face, "But he squandered my assets and left me some bad debts, then suddenly he bought the farm!" She wiggled her fingers as if waving goodbye, "My fifth one made no sense! The romance was passing, and then I caught him cheating. You can ask any jury, a scorned woman's fury is grounds for self defense! My fifth is now past tense."

Hannah went over to the nearby ferns, "When they throw rice, they should think twice. I'm a woman with five men on ice." She sat on the window seat, "Five times widowed—why did they blame me? It's the price that I pay, because I've had more than one wedding day. And when five passed away, they cried foul play!"

The wife to many husbands then switched her gaze to the floor and froze. I walked in, from where I had been nearby watching, and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Clue number six: Let us consider the conservatory, where Mrs. Peacock's tale is every man's story. It certainly could house the deadly deed, but the cards haven't given us that exact lead."

I clapped my hands twice, summoning everyone into the Study where I now was, "And now we waltz so that my guests will know I have no qualm with my potential foe."

I approached my wife and got into a firm dance hold, "Murder is fated, but not by chance! And now it is set in motion with a dance!"

All the couples began waltzing and switching off partners. Soon enough, drinks were brought in by one of the servants, and each suspect retrieved a cordial glass.

We formed a circle and I stood at the center, "Ladies and gentlemen! I trust you all enjoyed a most marvelous dinner, and that you are pleasantly satiated! I have asked all of you, including Mrs. White, to join me in an after-dinner cordial. This is because you are a collection of varied personalities with a single objective: my demise. Revenge, diversion, pleasure, pain… whatever your motivation is, each of you wants me dead."

As if in some sort of cult, the suspects each began chanting, "Dead… dead… dead."

Don't look so sad, dear reader, I live to be killed!

"I want you all to know that I will cooperate fully, so that your individual needs will be met. What you must do is plan your strategy wisely. Only the correct combination of suspect, room, and weapon will result in the successful murder of me, in winning the game!" I spoke rather pompously, knowing exactly what I was getting myself into, "You know the ends you must individually achieve. I now offer a toast to your success. Raise your glasses…" Everyone did so, "May the best murderer win. To success!"

All of the people surrounding had a murderous glint in their eyes as they each shouted to the heavens, "Success!"

I made a gesture that everyone would leave the room. Once they all vanished, I grinned, "Restive spirits roam all throughout the night. They search every room—which one's right? Which one will be my resting place tonight? Walk to a door and dare to step through." I snapped my fingers and everyone reentered the room, a location fixated in their minds, "Truth lies inside well-hidden from view."

Mr. Green chuckled to himself, "Not every room will fit the bill. One's marked for death—it's time to kill."

Miss Scarlet walked up beside her partner and leaned up against him, "Corridors and halls and winding hidden stairs. A secret passage way that could lead somewhere."

"Each room so rare, a true work of art." Professor Plum said in an impressed tone, "With trap doors in the floors and bookshelves that part."

"Corridors and halls, it's a mansion full of doom. But one of us must choose one corpse, one weapon, and one room." Colonel Mustard looked around, unfamiliar with the surroundings.

Mrs. White folded her arms, knowing more about the mansion than anyone else, "Dining room chairs move in the night." The room became dark, "Light switches off…" and just as quickly became bright again, "lights shining bright."

"Where will we go?" Mrs. Peacock came up beside the housekeeper, "There is fear everywhere. Don't look behind you for someone is there."

Lau turns around and spots their target trying to escape, "There!"

Claude sees him also, "There!"

Angela spins around and grabs the fleeing Mr. Michaelis by the collar, "Here!" who soon broke free.

Hannah broke the short silence first, "The billiard room…" Everyone got into a stance as if playing pool.

The Chinese man opened his eyes wide, "… where the portraits stare."

"And the walls…" Angela spoke.

"…all have ears." Agni finished her sentence.

Madam Red twirled her hair in her fingers, "It could curl your hair."

Claude stood up straight and adjusted his glasses, "When the deed is complete this night, we'll see the past come to life—what a sight."

Hannah browsed through the bookshelf, "The library doors open by themselves. Just pull out a book and you move the shelves."

The woman adorned in white strutted across the room, "All the bedroom floors creak to a beat. Even with no one walking across and no one's feet."

I revealed where I had been hiding and stood in the center of the room, each one of them gathering around me, three on each side.

"You shouldn't have dumped me!" Miss Scarlet spat.

"You shouldn't have been so rude." Mrs. Peacock scolded.

"You shouldn't have cheated me!" Mr. Green hissed.

"You shouldn't have married my love." Colonel Mustard reprimanded.

"You shouldn't have swindled my family!" Professor Plum barked.

"You shouldn't have been so cheap!" Mrs. White snapped.

The housekeeper then ran to the power box nearby and switched off all the lights in the house as the chase began.

Footsteps were heard echoing throughout the large mansion. Various screams were heard with no one sure who made them.

"Where'd he go?" was heard from somewhere upstairs.

"I'm not s… he's right here! I got him!" someone screamed.

"There he is!"

"I see him! I see him!"

"Where is he?"

"Get him!"

"He's mine! I'm gonna kill him!" A sinister voice bellowed out.

Each suspect, weapon in hand, made their way to the room that they had chosen with their decided weapon in hand, hoping that their chance had finally come.

One chant echoed throughout the house, being shouted from every person with murderous intent evident in their voices.

"Wrench! Candlestick! Pipe! Knife! Revolver! Rope! Wrench! Candlestick! Pipe! Knife! Revolver! Rope! Wrench! Candlestick! Pipe! Knife! Revolver! Rope!"

A bloodcurdling scream was heard by every pair of ears in the house as it rang out, causing all but one person to jump in surprise.

A pair of glowing eyes looked down at the fresh corpse of Mr. Michaelis. The weapon that was used rested on the lifeless body. All the other suspects gathered around and followed suit, laying their weapons on the body. Finally, Mr. Michaelis just laid there, without a breath of life in him, with various weapons strewn all over his corpse.

Claude's glasses glimmered, "And now the heat is on to find the killer."

Angela looked at her dead superior without hint of sorrow, "For this murder, it's all or nothing."

Mrs. Peacock, not showing any signs of remorse, was draped over the Colonel, "You just play the game to win."

And at that moment, the clock struck midnight.

Well I hope you enjoyed it and have a great rest of the year! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year and whatever else you celebrate!

Pepsi: PREVIEW FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER: A detective named Ciel Phantomhive appears to solve the mystery. We go through the events of what happened that night. Also, we will begin to narrow down the list of what room the murder occured in!

Me: Bye you guys! Love you!