H walked slowly across the grounds of Whammy's house, hands in his pockets and eyes squinted in concentration. Who could have done this? The job was too clean for quite a few of the residents (who didn't even bother keeping their own room clean), but there were also many of them who like to keep thing clean and organized. A visual of the body flashed in his mind and he shook it away, sighing lightly. Who ever killed that child was... creative. A few of the things they had done had never even crossed his mind before, even in the dark hours of the night when thought of torture lulled him to sleep.

L was to be holding a meeting inside, but Haiku wouldn't be able to concentrate with all of the children in one place, clamouring to impress their idol. The red-haired male sighed again and turned towards the house. But of course he would go anyways. After all, it seemed as though L had something important to say....

H glanced about himself nervously before picking up the pace to step into the large building, silently slipping through the hallways to the kitchen. He needed ice cream.

( Oh, that's how. e.e )

A single match lit up randomly in the darkness of a closet. Cade watched it for some time, letting the fire burn up the little stick it was attatched to before he shook it out. Eight of his ten fingerprints were already burned off, and he didn't really feel like losing his last two fingerprints. He thought they were some of the only thing that really made him unique. After all, he was just like everyone else in the Wammy House: he was smart, an orphan, rather creepy looking, and...well, what else? That was really all there was to them all.

C opened his closet and walked into the...party room? He didn't know what the room was called, but it wasn't like he would need to know. It was just a room, after all. The room was crowded with other kids, which annoyed C to no extent, and he simply sat down in the corner of the room. He had been there while L had suggested to Watari that they hand the murder case to the Wammy House's kids, and that's what brought him to the room in the first place. Finally, a chance to prove himself. He really wanted to solve the case faster than everyone else, but with his luck...

How many kids were in the Wammy House? He wasn't sure, but he was only one of those....maybe thirty kids. There was little chance he'd solve the damned case he was going to be set into solving, but he could try. If he didn't solve it, what harm would it do? After all, several other kids wouldn't solve it, either.

L watched as all the kids gathered up to him and eagerly listened, chatting about the kitchen m*censored*acre. He kept a count of who all was there and who wasn’t and as soon as the last person walked in, he held up a hand, and all the kids eager to please him shushed. Then L began. “I deeply apologize for this slight unconvinced and unexpectedness of the party.” All the kids’ voices began to bubble up once more. Red and Blue stood at the back of the crowd as far away from everyone as possible, listening to the detective, or trying to, but a couple kids beside them just wouldn’t shut up. “But as you recall-“ He paused and glanced around, adding up every kid again. “Watari… Two kids are missing, which two?” Watari looked around the room as well and sighed quietly. “It seems like I and H are missing.” L sighed quietly shaking his head. Then glanced around the room, his eyes catching a lonely fellow in particular who was sitting very far away. His black hair and his hair style stood out among the other boys. “C.” He called to the boy then looked around the room spotting Blue’s azure gaze. “And B… You two find the other boys, stay close together, and bring them back here safely. Alright?” All the other kids awed sadly since L had not choosen them and glared bitterly at B and C. Blue sensed something in L’s dark and bored gaze. There was a reason why he was constantly watching him. Or maybe that’s just me being paranoid. Blue growled to himself bitterly, but nodded. He heard Red beside him opening up another sucker and thrusting it happily into his mouth and watched him quietly as if asking ‘who is C?’ Red glanced back and nodded toward him. Blue slowly began making his way toward the boy and paused a few inches away from him though his eyes were focused toward the door leading out into the hall. He had to find a way to escape away from the anorexic looking boy  so he could plan his next move to kill his next victim. “Yes sir.” B said quietly, his voice containing little to no emotion. Blue began to walk off, watching as the crowd stared at him and C with curiosity. Blue didn’t even turn around to see if the other boy was following him, knowing that the boy wouldn’t dare disobey L.

(Hmm, your cherries ambition to beat everyone, and my cherries ambition to kill everyone… I like that… I believe we shall make C and B the ‘best of friends’ >:P)

Ian had started to walk away when suddenly another boy bounded right past him.  He had red hair which instantly stood out. He knew who it was just by the red hair. He shook his head and spun around catching him gently, by the shoulder, right before he could enter the kitchen. “Hey, H..” His voice sounding freighting just like L’s, though a little more childish and lighter. “You can’t go in there… L said so.” He whispered quietly in his low and sleep deprived voice. His little bit longer then L’s black hair almost covering his large black eyes. “If your looking for something to eat-“ Ian continued. “Then there is all sorts of stuff in the party room… Besides… L called ALL of us in there and won’t start until we’re all there.” That was the most Ian had every spoken to anyone, and yet, his dark and quiet voice could easily lure someone into really liking the boy and getting to know him. The whole way he carried himself and the essence of himself in general was just so mysterious and different that most people enjoyed his presence. Besides, it made you want to try and concur the others by getting to know him before anyone else. Besides, what are you doing out here anyway? I would think that you’d be in the party room with everyone else… And if we don’t hurry, L is going to start to get suspicious… Ian sighed quietly and quickly released the boy’s shoulder that he had caught and held to with only two of his fingers; his index and his thumb. In his other hand he still held that halfway eaten apple.

(The dark, mysterious, and quiet Ian, who hates being annoyed, paired up with H, a very sweet and generous and playful person.. Hah! They to shall be ‘the best of friends! >:D)

H stopped aburptly at the feel of someone's fingers on his shoulder and turned around to see I there. For a second he thought it was L, but that p*censored*ed quickly. You got used to the similarities after being around here for a while. He recognized the other's words more slowly than usual, running on empty due to lack of sugar and lactose.

"...Oh."

Haiku frowned for a second before smiling widely.

"Well... I really want some ice cream, but I guess I can wait~ After all, what ever L says goes, right?" He trilled in a falsely cheery tone.

'*growls* I NEED ice cream! Ugh... And the only reason I'm even going to this little meeting is so I can try to meet this guy. If he ends up being some kind of m*censored* murderer, then hell yeah I'll turn him in, but... He's very creative in his methods and I could learn something from him.'

Honestly, H didn't care if there was a dead body in the kitchen. Heck, he'd arrange the kid so it's look like they were eating ice cream together just to creep some of the younger kids out. But, whatever.

"So what are we waiting for? Let get to the party room then~!"

( Heh. That would be me.
Yuh, they shall be. >:D )

The first thing C said was either very insulting to L, or just plain funny: "Ugh, do I have to?" he groaned, standing up and following B anyway. What choice did he have? But, nonetheless, he knew that he'd have find them, and he had to do it quick. If they started the meeting with them... Well, would L even ever do that?

Cade stuffed his hand in his pocket and dug up a box of matches, which he brought up to his ear and shook madly for a second. There was maybe six or four matches left, but he had more. All he had to do was make them last until he had found H and I and the meeting...thing was over. He could do that.

((Bumps~ x3

Just kinda felt like this died. xD))

(Didn't die. I just wasn't here to post. xD)

 Ian could sense something was wrong but he didn't say anything as he slowly turned around to face the opposite direction. "Yeah... Let's go then, I wouldn't be surprised if they had sent someone up to fetch us..." Ian never did like the happy people, for he knew full well that most of them it was all fake, though in this one, he had slight trouble telling weather he was or wasn't. Ian only shrugged it off as he slowly began to walk forward, his eyes looking to and fro, happy that he at least got some sort of a good start. Though he was curious to why H hadn't been were he was suppose to be in the first place, but he knew he'd find it out later. Right now he had one and only one thing to think about- Who was the murderer and where was he?

 Blue watched C subliminally from his peripheral vision as he continued forward through the house. "So C..." Blue began quietly, his low and quiet voice holding some edge of madness and insanity yet cool and calmness around his voice. "Where do you think they could be?.. I mean, what if they're with the body in the kitchen? Or how do we know if they too aren't dead..." B found himself sneering quietly to himself a sudden thought of how he could kill C ironically, appeared in his head. He held back the urge to laugh quietly and continued watching him, knowing that his sneer couldn't be seen unless he was to be right in front of him.

(Grah, I had to get my gardasil shot today, so excuse me if my posts are short and I have writers block... *rubs arm wincing* It hurts... ;-;)

(Tis okies~ I've been cursed by writer's block for longer than I would ever wish to be. *cough*fourmonths*cough. >>;

Busy wiff life, eh? Yeah. I went though a period of so much work and distractions that I was gone for two or three months. Dx)

"Feh. Like I need someone to come and find me~! It's not like I'm just going to ditch the rest of the house to hear what L has to say and let everyone else get a headstart!"

Haiku crossed his arms behind his head and strode slowly after I, looking about the hallways in a bored manner. Damn, he really wanted ice cream.... Oh well. This seemed like much more fun now, anyways. He was, like, gonna be his own detective this time! No more practice. This was serious. A dark look overshadowed his features. And when he found the punk who did this, he was gonna have fun~...

He looked up and saw how far I was head of him and dashed to catch up.

"Hey! Don't leave me behind! I don't want to be alone when everyone decides we're the top suspects or some other ridiculus crap!"

( o3o I have had writer's block for, like, a long time now. o3o
*pets books* I can never finish them. )

"We could split up and look for them ourselves." C suggested, shrugging a little. "It's faster that way, anyway." What an odd tone of voice B's got. It's almost like he's having trouble stifling a laugh. He stared at the back of B's head, as if he was studying it. Something was making C suspicous of him, but then again, there was something that made everyone at The Wammy House suspicous. It would be pretty damn hard to find out who had killed that kid, whose body was probably still in the kitchen.