Disclaimer: I own a cup of coffee and five boxes of sugar cubes, but I don't own Death Note. Figures. :/
AN: Oooh, an author's note at the top of the page; I don't do those often! Anywhozzles. Death Note one shot dump. Yep, that's what this fic shall be. Don't expect too frequent updates (though I do have a backlog of about a dozen one shots saved, at this exact moment, so I might be busy for a while) and don't expect many author's notes from this point on. Think of these as writing exercises/therapy sessions. Yeah. Totally like that. Please review for more one shots!
Warning! The following series of one shots include: randomness, a lack of plot, humor (the funny kind, the crude kind, and the poor kind), angst, OOCness, apples, cake, character deaths, yaoi (though nothing serious and mainly used in a humorous manner), random crossovers, percentages, OCs, horror, crack pairings, shinigami, and many, many letters. Read at your own mental health risks. ;)
Posture
The tick-tock of the clock was a monotonous background noise to his thoughts as Light stared blankly at his entrance exam papers. Seriously? This stuff was so easy it was almost boring. Several teachers patrolled the aisles, making sure no one was cheating.
"You, there!" a teacher barked abruptly, startling Light and the rest of the students from their work. "Student number one-sixty-two, sit properly in your chair!"
Curious, Light slowly turned around to look at the student in question. Black eyes stared at him from under a shock of messy black hair before flicking toward the teacher who'd called him out. The teacher had a point: this guy did sit weird, his feet up on the chair as he, almost delicately, held his pencil between two fingers.
"I'm afraid I can't do that," the strange student told the teacher. "If I sit any way other than this, my deductive reasoning will drop by forty percent."
Light paused, quirking an eyebrow in a mix of surprise and amusement. The teacher, however, was considerably less amused. The man repeated his order to sit properly once more, then turned away. Light was about to follow suit when something drew him back. The other student, whoever he was, had seated himself normally, but had also pulled a large, brightly-coloured lollipop from his pocket and retrieved a thermos from by his feet. His closest neighbors began giggling and gossiping about him, but this guy was oblivious, working diligently in between sips from his thermos and licks of the lollipop.
He couldn't help but find the student's nerve funny…in a quiet, noncommental sort of way.
Unfortunately, the reactions the other boy was getting had drawn the teacher's attention back to him. Highly annoyed, the teacher hissed, "What are you doing, one-sixty-two?"
"Sugar is good for the brain," the student replied simply. "You won't allow me to sit in the manner that best helps my brain, so I've taken drastic measures. Lollipop?"
The teacher gave the candy a look of disgust and leaned down to furiously hiss something at the young man across from him. Unfortunately, no matter how Light tried, he couldn't hear what was said. After a minute, the other student replaced the thermos by his feet and drew his feet back up onto the chair. He only relinquished his candy after the teacher had pointedly cleared his throat. As the older man stalked off, Light could have sworn the other student was smiling victoriously.
In hindsight, Light wished he had shared the story with his father: maybe someone would finally realize L was nuttier than a Payday.