--Three Kisses: Chapter One--

Summary: L is horrified, Light is annoyed, and Misa is a subconscious Yaoi fan.
Pairings: Hints of Light/L, Misa/Light, and one more slash pairing from a different fandom.
Warnings: Well, besides the pairings "points at above line", there are some out of character actions and situations.

Death Note © Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata
I do not own Death Note
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DN Three Kisses Chapter One- Pink Hair Dye
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L stood horrified in front of the mirror. The evidence of Misa's handiwork spoke for itself.

After much begging, pleading, and whining, L had finally broken down. Both he and Light would act as Misa's escorts to one of her co-worker's Halloween parties, and, much to his displeasure, both he and Light had foolishly let Misa pick their costumes.

She had dressed L in a mocking imitation of normal clothing. He hated his costume with a passion, to say the least.

The colors, black and yellow, contrasted horribly, the too-tight pants felt as if they would rip clean off if he moved the wrong way (he just knew Misa did that just to spite him), his feet couldn't breathe in dress boots he was wearing (more black!), he had gel in his hair, and, worst of all, she had forced him into dieing his hair. She had said it was temporary, but he doubted it very much; it would have to grown out or dyed back (he was eighty-six percent sure).

She had even refused to tell him the color beforehand; he knew he should have run from her right then and there. He fingered a lock of hair that had escaped the gel; She had dyed his hair bubble-gum pink. He would never be able to enjoy the precious, chewy treat again without being reminded of this horrible event.

He hoped Light's costume was just as uncomfortable (he was seventy-five percent sure if Misa did not put much forethought into the outfit's pieces, but he was only thirty-three percent sure if she really was being vindictive towards him).

With his hair already dyed, he might as well go ahead and dress up like his appointed character, even if it was female, as it didn't require him to prance around in a dress. As he looked at his character's picture, he was only glad Misa was unable to find suitable colored contacts for him.

He sighed, schooled his face back into his usual stoic look, finished applying the concealer under his eyes, readjusted the wings on the back of his yellow shirt, fixed the yellow cardboard crown atop his head with a couple of hairpins, and picked up his yellow colored cardboard and felt "wand".

He then took the opportunity to pop a sugar cube into his mouth from the bowl besides him. He was as ready as he would ever be.

As he opened the door, he suppressed a smirk at Light's own bright green hair and yellow cardboard crown as he struggled to remove "Timmy" from his arm.

The fact that Light's clothing was nearly the same as his usual attire left a sour taste in his mouth even as the dissolving sugar cube made a home of the cavern.

Watari, who had been handcuffed to Light while L was getting ready, looked outwardly normal, but L knew from his nearly invisible smirk that he was laughing at their expense on the inside. L scowled. He was overlooking something; he did not feel as if their situation should be that funny.

He then felt his dying need for revenge return with a vengeance, right alongside his horror when he realized he and Light would have to pretend to be married, it intensified when he realized he was the "girl".

His only consolation was that Misa had called Light an idiot, however unintentional.

Misa grinned at him as Watari returned the handcuff to his wrist; he suppressed the urge to say a few choice words. Instead he merely grinned at her and smirked when she blanched.

He briefly wondered why she had given this costume to him instead of using it as an excuse to cling to Light. In his ponderings he had started to bring his finger to his mouth to chew on it, only to reel back in shock when his hand was smacked.

"Stop that Ryuuzaki-san!" said Misa, "you'll mess up your nails!"

He had had a wonderful moment of forgetfulness regarding his nails. She had filed and painted them pink with yellow stars before she had started dying his hair. He failed to see how they had anything to do with his costume, besides the fact that Misa probably didn't like not having something to tie the yellow and pink in the rest of the costume together.

He would enjoy ripping the colorful paint off later without interference.

Speaking of colorful, he looked back up from his nails at Light's hair and sniggered. His would have to be grown or dyed out too.

L wondered how Misa had managed to use her "methods" for the hair dying session. She was a suspect in the Kira investigation for crying out loud!

"Misa?" he asked, "Where did you get the rope and the blindfold?"

She coughed; his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"You wouldn't happen to be trying to do anything with Light-kun, would you?" he asked, catching Light's brief flash of disgust.

"No!" she cried "Misa-Misa had special permission to bring those in just for that purpose; besides Light and I can't do anything with those ridiculous handcuffs on!"

Light looked distinctly nauseous now, for which scenario, he didn't know.

"Misa, whose permission did you get?" he asked.

She clammed up immediately. "Misa-Misa won't tell" she said, "for the safety of my partner's integrity!"

Watari chose this moment to cough, and L glared at him in accusation. Watari smiled and replied "It was the only way to help Amane-san with her costume plan, she already had the materials."

"You let her hog tie me, blindfold me, and dye my hair pink." He stated.

"If it helps" said Watari, "she employed much the same methods to dye young Yagami-san's hair."

One of L's eyebrows rose, and the other descended as close as it could get to his eye.

"Oh no!" cried Misa, "Misa-Misa forgot about your eyebrows!"

Both L and Light looked at her, in the kind of fascination someone gives an awakening lion. Watari left the room.

"Now Misa, you had me tied up at your cosmetic mercy for over two hours, enough is enough" he coldly stated.

She pouted.

"I wish she forgot my eyebrows" muttered Light with sad green eyes. L smirked again.

"What was that Light-kun?" she asked, "is there something wrong with your costume?"

"Misa-Misa knew she should have altered the clothing!" she exclaimed. She clutched his arm again, preventing escape while she eyed his clothing critically.

"N-no" stated Light, with a slight stutter to his voice.

L knew Light's costume had taken at least two hours more, which was puzzling since Misa had spent a great deal of his time just tying to force L to agree to wear "his" new clothing.
He knew his self-identity was comforted by the face that his eyes and eyebrows were left unchanged; he knew Light probably would be comforted by his own clothing. He decided to change the subject.

"Misa-san, would it not be more appropriate for you to wear my costume?" he asked.
"After all, Cosmo and Wanda are the married ones, not Cosmo and Timmy" he continued.

"Oh no!" she cried loudly, seeing the loophole in her careful planning, "I didn't think of that."

"Clearly" stated L, exasperated.

"Well, I guess Misa-Misa could go as Timmy's female form, Timmantha; it would take far too long to alter your costume" she said.

"I've never seen the show, but that's disturbing on so many levels" commented L.

"Even so, that won't change the fact that Timmy would be hanging off his fairy godfather's arm all night" grumbled Light.

"Misa" said L, taking a chance, "this will cause some strange questions about our connection to each other that may put the investigation in jeopardy"

Misa bowed her head in thought. After a few moments she weakly said "I don't suppose we should go." She looked crestfallen but somewhat relieved when L nodded.

After giving Light a peck on the cheek, causing him to stiffen up, she left the room with less bounce in her step than usual.

L and Light stared at one another in relief, dark eyes meeting false emerald. With a sudden, unexpected shuffle of movement, L's eyes widened in shock at the tingling in his cheek.

Realizing what he was doing, Light backed off immediately. He quickly grabbed and began studying some documents pertaining to the Yotsuba group.

L absentmindedly rubbed his cheek where Light had kissed him, wondering what it meant as the chain jingled musically between them.

After a silent extra-long bathroom visit to shed the costumes and their various alterations to their persons for their normal clothing, they stared at one another once again. Seemingly telepathically, they agreed to never speak of tonight ever again.

The next morning, L and Light ignored Misa's sulking, Soichiro Yagami's exclamations, and the rest of the investigation team's laughter over their still-colored hair.