I found this on my computer today.

Disclaimer: Don't own Death Note.

Short and fairly pointless.

I don't think I'd given quite enough thought about what the prospect of what chaining myself to Raito might entail. The chain was nice and long...but...my shirt. How was I supposed to get it off?

I tried not to appear to perplexed as I stared at it. Raito would be watching. The consequences of letting my guard down around him would be of the entirely unpleasant variety...I think.

This was crazy! What was my IQ. How many years had I been solving impossible problems? Where on earth did this idea come from? Maybe there was a stupidity virus running around.

I wracked my brains for a method on how to get out of this situation. I must've had a memory blank or maybe somebody had slipped something in my tea this morning. Something had to be affecting my reasoning abilities. I don't DO spontaneous. I would've thought the entire thing through before I went and bloody chained myself to another guy. Thinking it through would mean I had some way of releasing myself. Release... I wouldn't have done it if I hadn't.

I'd chained myself to Raito Yagami...

What was this supposed to be achieving?

Keeping him in close quarters so I could keep an eye on him. Yes. Keep an eye on him at all times. All times. Keeping an eye on him.

The perplexity of the situation struck me again. How was this more useful than watching him on surveillance tapes and keeping him locked in a cell for weeks on end. Surely...oh.

Right, right. It was the 'can't fool the naked guy...I mean eye' as you can with a camera. Wait. That's not right. It's the other way around.

I'm chained to Raito Yagami...

I suppose it makes sense. He could've been very devious in hiding things from the camera. He's a very smart bloke. Very smart. Sexy too. Any chick who... Wait that's got nothing to do with the investigation. You can hide from the camera if you know where it is. All it would take is a bit of knowledge and some calculations.

If I could manage it, I was pretty certain he could too. He tended to have very similar thought patterns to myself...

Hmmm.

I wonder if he'd thought of the shirt problem. Probably not. He wasn't the one that had a sudden impulse to chain people to themselves and plan on keeping it that way for a good length of time. He probably assumed I had some nifty method of overcoming such difficulties because he probably assumed I wasn't dumb enough to do something like this without planning it beforehand.

Maybe I could pretend it was another kind of test.

I looked down at my tea cup and realised I'd just placed the entire box of sugar cubes in it once again. What a bother. Now I'd have to ask for another packet before I could drink anymore tea.

Raito cleared his throat beside me. "Ah...L?" He said quietly. I looked up at him through my hair. "I need to go to the bathroom."