Ah, yes! MORE DEATH NOTE! GIVE ME ALL YOUR APPLES!

This one is a school fic. I was in gym, running, and MY GOD IS THAT BORING! -nearly fell asleep in it- So, okay. I don't have much inspiration for this aside from that, and the fact that I have my other, more special, Death Note to work on, I prolly won't be working on this as much. But, um, if you like it, tell me! I can't tell you how much I love Raito! He's my favourite character! :D Ryuuku will be a teacher, and Mikami and Misa are Raito's adopted parents. And, well, damn. I just got some good ideas for the next chapter... -goes and writes it-

Whammy's House

First day of school, okay. I can do this. I can do this.

Raito took in a deep breath and sighed. He had been waiting his entire life to get into the prestigious academy. In fact, he couldn't remember a point in his life were his adopted mother and father hadn't been working on getting him in.

He bent over to tie his shoe, stalling the inevitable. Raito felt something hit him in the back, then he saw someone topple over, their floppy black hair standing out well against the light gray concrete. His eyes, which were dark black, looked at Raito questioningly.

"Um… Hello…"

Why am I blushing?

"New kid… That's strange… I don't like you."

Raito's mouth fell open as the other man twisted around and got up, his back slumping as he walked through the double doors. Raito scrambled and got up, following the slumping man up the stairs. He had never met a single person who didn't like him, not a single person. "Wait!" The man turned around. "What do you mean by 'I don't like you'?"

"Well," he paused, his finger drifting to his mouth subconsciously, "I would think it obvious. Not many people can get in here, and if you're smart, then that has a possibility of making me look bad. That, and you tripped me…"

His eye twitched. Someone didn't like him because they hadn't been watching where they were going? That made no sense, as far as Raito was concerned. He followed the black-haired man up the long flight of stairs. Raito thought carefully about the outside of the building, and how there wasn't a second story. Which would make it impossible for them to be going up stairs, especially considering that they must be up at least four stories.

As if reading his mind, the man began to explain. "We're still on the first story. It's just an optical illusion. That's why you don't feel any physical strain. I'm sure you're just here for the tour, since it's Saturday. That's why they sent me. I'm here to show you your dorm, Raito."

"My…dorm? And how do you know my name?"

"Yes, this is an academy for the mentally gifted, we sleep here, eat here, breathe here. You can go home from time to time, but most of the students are orphans, like you and I, so there's not much of a point. Maybe for you there could be, since you have adopted parents. But, you know, I don't care much. As for me knowing your name, I'm Ryuuzaki."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"Right…"

The rest of the walk up the stairs (even though there were really no stairs) was quiet. Ryuuzaki didn't speak to Raito, and Raito didn't care to talk to him. He was being a jerk.

They did finally get to the dorm part of the building, and there were students staring at Raito strangely. Everyone seemed to not know what was happening. For geniuses, they weren't that smart. There were a few children that stood out from everyone else, though. They looked to be a bit younger than Raito and Ryuuzaki were. There was a blonde teenager sitting outside of a door on a lawn chair eating chocolate from a bag in his lap. Next to him on the ground was a red-headed guy about the same age. His mouth was hanging open with drool coming out, and his eyes (even covered with the goggles) were strained from looking at the DS screen. Then there was the white-haired little boy sitting in his room. The door was wide open, as most were, but the kid had little finger puppets and he was making them drink tea. The strangest part was that one looked like him, and the other like Ryuuzaki. Raito stared at the black-haired man walking next to him.

"The people here are creepy."

"Yeah, they need more sun, I agree."

Raito's eye twitched. That had nothing to do with what he had said! He muttered 'moron' under his breath and continued to walk. Ryuuzaki stopped suddenly and took out a key, staring intently at a door labelled with a giant L. He opened the door and frowned.

"This is our room. The side with the easy-bake oven is mine. Touch it and I will kill you." Ryuuzaki went in, leaving Raito alone for a moment. Raito followed him in and looked around.

The walls were painted pale gray and there were pictures of cake and sweets on the side of the room were Raito assumed Ryuuzaki slept. There were also candy wrappers and cake boxes and other things of the sort on the ground. The covers on the bed were pulled back, and there were visible crumbs in the sheets and on the floor. Raito shuddered, his OCD-ness kicking in. He had to live with this slob?

Ryuuzaki had grabbed a can of soda and hopped on his bed, lounging into the crumbs. Raito eyed him carefully. He was holding the Mountain Dew very…peculiarly…

"So… um… What should I do now?"

"Beats me, Raito-kun. You could wait until I finish my drink and I continue the tour. Without it, Monday'll come and you'll be screwed over big time." He grabbed a remote and pressed a button. A loud noise came out of an iPod dock and began singing "change my pitch up/smack my bitch up". Raito glared at the man taking his time, bobbing his head in time to the music. (a/n: omg, just go with it. L's a slob and likes that song, which I swear I only know because of Richard Cheese! I've never even listened to it!)

After about half an hour of music and loud slurping, Ryuuzaki crushed the can in his fist and threw it on the ground, hopping off the bed. They walked through many halls, and he would occasionally point out a room or two, but generally it was quiet.

The afternoon came, and Raito left with his parents. L walked back to his room, deciding maybe he would clean it up some…