~Welcome!
This, dear readers, is the ikasamelindora team's first foray into the Death Note fandom. This fic will mainly consist of random one-shot stories that we write up. At the moment, there are two pieces here, the first quite short and the second quite long. Both are...mostly crack, but we try. :D
Invitation comes from the odd conversations that come up when at a skating rink. It's yaoi, but it's really just an inside joke gone horribly wild; we're not RaitoXL obsessed.
Disclaimer: We do not own Death Note or any of its plot, characters, or shinigami. We do however own the apples.
L sat at his computer, his eyes glued to the screen, as Raito Yagami paced behind him. It was dark in the room—just how L liked it—and the hum of electronics kept them from the verge of silence. Each time the silent supposed-Kira passed by, L would catch a whiff of his mouthwatering cologne—and wished Raito'd move closer so he could, er, smell it better.
Hours passed, the clicking of the keyboard the only sound present.
On and on, Raito paced, and on and on L typed, his fingers flying across the keys. It was monotonous, unending, until—
"Oi, L?"
Yes my sweet? L thought inwardly, his lips forming the words silently.
"Well, erm, I was just gonna ask you if you wanted to…"
OMG! He screamed in his mind, his eyes widening.
An anxious minute passed.
"If I wanted to…?" L prompted.
"Well, if maybe you wanted to come over to my house tonight…"
"And?!" L wanted to jump up and down. On Raito.
"And play with my big, hairy…"
"THE ANSWER IS YES!"
"Shinigami?"
Silence.