Hey!! Neko Warren here.
I made this story in honor of my painfully cute friend Ishycoop
Who is a chinchilla (oh god I hope I spelled that right..)
Anyway, this popped into my head while listening to the song Fergalicious by, uh duh.. Fergie. So yeah
I spell 'Ryuzaki' 'Ryuuzaki', by the way. It's a habit.
DISCLAIMER- Warren doesn't own Death Note, sadly. Nor does he own Fergalicious. But he loves both of them really much.
WARNING- ooc, L singing Fergalicious.
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How to Keep a Detective Occupied
Raito frowned, pulling back a strand of caramel colored hair behind his ear as he searched the stack of papers on his desk. Trying to track down himself could get borinng every now and again. He was content, the only sound of Ryuuzaki's light taps on the keyboard. Again, the detective was biting into his fourth fruit pastry, the candied health foods stripped out of nutrients and replaced with sugary, artificial flavor. Sweets sickened Raito, and he made a face only to get back to work.
Fifteen minutes passed, and then an hour slipped away.
"Listen up ya'll, Cuz this is it
The beat that I'm bangin' is de-li-cious
Fergalicious definition make them boys go loco
They want my treasure so they get their pleasures from my photo
You could see you, you can't squeeze me
I ain't easy, I ain't sleazy
I got reasons why I tease 'em
Boys just come and go like seasons.."
There was a long pause after that.
"...Ryuuzaki?"
"Hai, Raito-kun?"
L raised an eyebrow, adjusting his large headphones that lay behind the tufts of thick, ebony hair. His dark eyes had a playful glint in them. Raito only shook his head and continued his work.
Two minutes later Raito felt the chain the the handcuffs being tugged, his eyes glanced upon Ryuuzaki, who had been singing loudly (surpisingly in tune) and wiggling in his chair with long fingers touching the grey headphones, raccoon eyes looking upward.
"Fergalicious definition make them boys go crazy
They always claim they know me
Comin' to me call me Stacy
I'm the F to the E, R, G the I the E
And can't no other lady put it down like me."
"What the hell Ryuuzaki!?" Raito's eyes were wide as he jumped out of his seat. The detective looked at him cutely.
"Hai, Raito-kun? You do not like Fergie?" He tilted his head slightly, full lips pursed.
"Uh, no. But I didn't think you would either."
"One can like music they don't seem to listen to, Raito-kun. You cannot change that."
Both males paused. A moment of silence until the ebony haired male broke the ice.
"...Can I have a cookie?" L put his thumb to his lips, raccoon eyes looking up into Raito's brown, serious ones. Both cracked a smile and resumed working.
It was a very...special day.
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Eheheh.. finished. I know, it was totally random. But I was in a mood.
Moodeh mood ness.
When I ment special, I ment... (coughs) special..