Well, for those of you waiting on the next chapter of "Happy New Year" I'm sorry! I'm fighting a major bout of writer's block for some reason, so please try to be patients with me!
Well, I'm writing this to work through my writer's block… please don't ask me what this is, or where I came up with it because I haven't the faintest idea… Just another bit of fluff from the mistress of L drabble I suppose…
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Raito was beyond pissed. He had been imprisoned, shot at by his own father, chained to an insane insomniac, and generally tortured all for the sake of L's very wrong theory that he was Kira. And now, when it was obvious that he wasn't a mass murdering psychopath the world's greatest detective suddenly quite! The man claimed he was depressed of all things. If Kira wasn't Raito, then he wasn't interested?
It was infuriating! Raito bit back the building rage that threatened to lash out at the very deserving detective chained to him. He had to keep himself in check, after all, he had already started a fight with L once today, and his body defiantly didn't need another brawl anytime soon.
"Focus on your work." He told himself patiently. "Show him your not Kira by finding the real killer, and then throw it in his face till the day he dies." Raito smiled despite himself, letting his eyes refocus on the computer screen before him.
Jingle, jingle, jingle…
The chain connecting him to the currently useless detective suddenly began to rattle in protested to whatever L was doing. The sound was deafening in the quiet room, maddening in fact.
"Don't look," Raito told himself impatiently, "he's just trying to bother you. Focus on your work and beat him at his own game." The younger man kept his eyes glued to the screen, desperate to ignore the detective at all costs. The boy's valiant efforts paid off and he was able to get through the first sentence of the surveillance report in front of him before…
Tug, tug, jingle, jingle, tug…
The cuff pulled against his wrist ever so softly as L seemed to just push the distance between them, "Don't look, don't look, don't look…" Raito though desperately.
For all his effort Raito managed to read the first sentence for a second time before…
Tug, tug, pull! Bang, crash! Thunk!
Raito's chair was suddenly pulled backwards, effectively slamming him into the ground as L suddenly pulled on the cuffs with, well… chair tipping force. Raito flopped to the side and out of his decimated desk chair as gracefully as anyone could flop with an annoyed growl. That was it! He turned to face L, ready to throw another punch, body be damned. But the detective looked as if he'd already been hit.
L lay strew unceremoniously across the floor, in a very uncomfortable looking position with a rather stunned look on his face.
"Wh- what the hell are you doing?!" Raito stuttered intelligently.
"Handstands." L answered casually, as he gathered himself off the floor.
"And you fell over?" Raito asked.
"And I fell over." L repeated.
Raito had never laughed so hard in his entire life…
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Yep, that's it… don't kill me if it's not that good, I'm just trying to work through the writer's block of doom. And it doesn't help that it's two in the morning either. Oh well, please review, even if it's just to tell me that you don't like it! After all I'm only as good as my reader's opinions of me X3
