A/N: This is my first murder mystery. I never thought that in all my life I'd ever be writing murder mysteries but this idea just won't get out of my head. Don't worry my romance loving readers there will be plenty of romance in this fic to satisfy your thirst. What can I say? I love a good romance and murder story. I don't really know if I'll continue with this. It all depends and how many reviews I get. I'd love to say that I don't care about reviews, I just write because it's fun, but the truth is, reviews are what keep me going. If you like this PLEASE leave me a review.

Summary: It all started when the killer drew the first blood. Now Mikan was teaming up with a sexy detective, a blackmailing medical examiner, a cute reporter, and an amateur Lawyer to figure out a mystery that will leave you guessing till the very end. MXN HXR R&R

Disclaimer: I do not own GA.

Mikan

It was a beautiful day. The type of day some may even call perfect. Mikan was definitely enjoying the warm sunshine and the cool Tokyo breeze. She felt truly happy. On top of the nice weather she also had a new novel that was due to hit stores in a couple of weeks, and, after previewing the finished copy of the book, she was sure her fans would love it. It was a murder mystery of course. She couldn't recall a time in her life when she didn't love murder mysteries. When she had started writing these blood chilling, goose bump raising mystery stories people thought it was strange. They all tried to figure out why a happy go lucky girl like her would write a story with such gruesome plots. None of them knew of her dream to become a detective. She supposed she should have gone to college to study to be a detective after high school, but she enjoyed writing too much. She couldn't give it up.

Now she was the number one author of murder mysteries in all of Japan. People camped out in front of bookstores just so they can get a copy of her new releases. She could hardly get anywhere without being swarmed by the press. She loved every minute of it. So did the press of course. They usually didn't find writers like Mikan who was more than willing to tell all her writing secrets and answer all the mean, nasty fan questions. Mikan was just kind at heart. Sure when she writes she enters the mind of a killer but in real life, she couldn't hurt a fly.

She thought about all these things as she zoomed down the Tokyo high way to her father's house. Ever since her mother died, she and her father celebrated every major event that ever happened in her writing career together. She recalled countless hours spent with her dad as they went over new books due to be released, ideas for stories that filled her head, and her struggle with dealing with her ever persistent editor Sumire Shouda. She was excited to bring to her father the copy of her newest book When Midnight Strikes. She pulled into his drive way and bounded happily out the car, up the steps, and to the door. She rang the door bell.

No answer.

It was strange. She had called her dad to tell him she was coming over, so why wasn't he answering? She tried the door then smiled. He had left it open for her. Smiling as though she had no care in the world she went to the one place her dad always seemed to be. The living room. Her father loved sitting in his favorite chair, with his favorite brand of cigar in his mouth, sporting his favorite robe as he listened to his favorite- and only- daughter talk about her books. She took one step around the corner and immediately noticed something was wrong. She turned to face her dad's favorite chair and stood in shock. Somewhere in the distance she heard and ear shattering scream. She wasn't sure who it was coming from and she didn't care. All she cared about was the fact that her dad sat before her in his favorite chair, his favorite cigar in his mouth, with blood staining the front of his very favorite robe. He sat was dead in front of his very favorite daughter.

Natsume

He ran through the park smirking to himself. Why was it that these girls didn't seem to be able to take their eyes off him? Was his body that irresistible? He had to admit, he worked out all the time so he had pretty impressive abs, but he had no idea that just taking his shirt off could get girls to swoon over him. Maybe he could try taking off his shirt in front of his boss to see if she would give him some time off. His boss was a major pain. She was a dictator, she was evil, and she was never pleased with him unless he solved a case on the first day. Sure he was a great detective, but even great detective takes a while to figure cases out. It's really not as simple as the boss thinks. It's really too bad she doesn't care about his opinion.

As he finished his third lap around the park he felt his phone vibrate. He looked and saw that it was his smart ass partner Kokoro Yome. Sighing, he took a seat on a park bench and answered the phone.

"What do you want Koko?" he asked. "And this better be good."

Natsume could practically feel Koko grinning through the phone. "Is that any way for you to treat you partner, Natsume?"

"When they call for stupid unimportant reasons it is."

"I hate to disappoint you but I'm calling for a legitimate reason," said Koko.

"What is it?"

"You know Mikan Sakura?" Koko asked from the other end of the line.

"Hn," replied Natsume. Of course he knew Mikan Sakura. In fact, he was a fan of her books.

"Well, her dad just got murdered."

No matter how many times Koko called with a new case the shock of someone being murdered had the same affect it had on him the very first time he heard it. He sat in shock. Why did people have to kill? Of course Mikan had explained the mind of a killer to him through her books but he still didn't understand.

"Where should I meet you?" Natsume asked.

"I'm heading to her dad's house right now. I'll send you the coordinates."

"I'll be right there."

With that Natsume ran to his car and pulled on an extra shirt he always kept in his car for moments like these. He smelled himself. He smelt an awful lot like sweat. Quickly, he sprayed himself with Axe and started on his way to the coordinates. As he drove he connected to his Bluetooth and called his best friend.

Ruka & Hotaru

"Please," Ruka begged. He was having a very hard time getting his wife to comply with his will.

"No," Hotaru said.

"Please," Ruka begged again.

"Did I not just tell you no?"

"Yes but I just want one. One, I promise."

Hotaru glared at him. He sneakily glided his hand over to a saucer filled with cupcakes. Hotaru, with the spoon she had used to create the batter, smacked him on the hand.

"I said no," she said. "These cupcakes are for Ryuu's kindergarten class and unless you want to bake another batch I suggest you go way."

Ruka was about to complain about how mean she was to him when his phone rang. He looked at the caller I.D. and saw it was Natsume.

"Hello," he said.

"I've got a new assignment," said the gruff voice on the other end.

"What type of assignment?"

"You know Mikan Sakura, the famous author? Well, her dad was murdered."

Ruka became as white as a sheet. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Mikan Sakura?"

At the mention of her best friends name Hotaru turned to face her husband.

"Yes Mikan Sakura," replied Natsume. "So do you want to come or not?"

"Of course I do!' exclaimed Ruka.

As soon as he got off the phone Hotaru's phone rang.

She picked up the phone. "Hello?"

The frantic voice on the other end of the line was unmistakable. It was Mikan and she was sobbing.

"Hotaru, come quickly. My dad was murdered."

Hotaru looked over to her husband and knew he already got the message.

"I'll be right there."

As soon as she hung up the phone she ordered her husband, "Grab Ryuu. We'll drop him off at Anna's until we get back."

He nodded his head and ran to the living room where his little toddler was playing. He was adorable with his raven hair and large blue eyes. He was short and chubby and resembled his father more than his mother. As soon as he saw his father he toddled over to him happy and excited.

"Daddy!" he cried.

Ruka picked up his child. "You're going to go play with aunty Anna okay?" Ruka said to his son.

"Okay!" his son replied enthusiastically.

Ruka was out the door with Hotaru in a matter of seconds. He put Ryuu in his car seat, hopped in the driver seat and drove off.

"This is going to be one hell of a story," he muttered. He was a reporter after all and he did care about being the first one to publish the story. Natsume always called him when a new case came up knowing he would want to know the story first. What Natsume didn't know was that Ruka knew Mikan Sakura.

Hotaru was on the phone as soon as she got in the car. Ruka knew exactly who she was talking to. She was talking Youchi Hijiri, Mikan's friend in law school. Hotaru knew that Mikan wouldn't want Youchi there.

One question was left unanswered even as they dropped of Ryuu and was on their way to Mikan's house.

Why would someone want to hurt Mikan's family?

Youchi

He sat with his girlfriend in their favorite café. They were having lunch together.

"You look so cute today," he flirted.

Aoi blushed and giggled. "Thanks for coming out to lunch with me."

"You think I would just let you have lunch by yourself?" he asked. "You never know what pervert might think you're single and try to rape you."

"Youchi!" Aoi squealed, giving her boyfriend a playful push. "Don't think about things like that."

"It could happen," said Youchi.

"Well I don't want it to!"

"It doesn't mean it's not going to happen."

Aoi sighed. It was obvious she lost the argument. "Tell me about this new case you're working on," ordered Aoi.

"It's nothing big. Some guy is accusing another guy of vandalizing his car. Tsubasa won't let me do anything although I'm pretty sure I already know who did it." Youchi was just a law student so he couldn't take on full cases by himself. He had to work under Tsubasa Andou.

"Did you tell him that?" Aoi asked.

"Yes, I did."

"What did he say?"

"He asked me if I had any facts to back up my claim. I told him 'no, but I'm sure I can find some.' Then he said that until I get my facts I cannot assume I know who did it."

"Then go find some facts," said Aoi.

"Tsubasa won't let me do anything!"

Aoi was about to say something when Youchi's phone rang. It was Hotaru.

"Youchi," Hotaru said, "Mikan's dad was murdered. I need you to meet us up at Mikan's dad's house right away."

"Yes ma'am," Youchi said before hanging up the phone.

He gave Aoi and apologetic look. "I have to go. I'll see you later."

He placed a kiss on his girlfriend's cheek and rushed out to his car.

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