A/N: I know. I KNOW. I KNOW. DIN DAMMIT. My other stories are crying. But, hey, I am trying. I'm still writing chapter six of Pointy Eared Professor, and chapter three of Of Spaceships and Magic.
However, I really wanted to write this. Derpy and stupid, just how I like oneshots :3
Hair
Light Yagami's life was far from normal.
He was incredibly clever, maybe even the most clever person in all the world, he knew the best detective of the planet in person, he was handsome like a Hollywood star and he had a famous idol as a girlfriend.
Oh, and he was a mass-murderer who killed criminals with a notebook a Shinigami gave him.
Details.
However, even for him it wasn't normal being woken up by an hysterical cry.
He opened his eyes slowly, and blinked sleepily. He looked at the timekeeper. Eight o'clock. He'd slept in.
But hey. It was Sunday. Screw that. Even Kira needed to rest, sometimes.
He closed his eyes again, a satisfied smirk on his face, but he reopened them instantly as another girly scream echoed into the skyscraper he'd grown accustomed calling home.
He got up with a sigh. What the hell was going on?
Unsurprisingly, Ryuzaki had already left the room they shared, so he just headed for the door, certain he would found him in the kitchen or the video room.
However, he wasn't there, owling in front of a screen or swallowing whole strawberry cakes in single gulps.
Oh no. The truth was much weirder.
A completely hysterical L was running, trying to escape from a very angry-looking Misa, who was armed with a brush and a bottle of shampoo.
What. The. Fuck.
Not to mention that the ever-stoic L, the very same that showed always the same expression (the one of a very bored vampire), even when dealing with murders and supernatural stuff, was utterly horrified.
As it wasn't enough, when the detective spotted him, he grabbed his shoulder and hid behind him.
"R-Ryuzaki?! Misa?! What's going on?!" Cried the young man, mildly shocked.
"That woman is crazy! Crazy, I tell you!" L shouted, shooting a death look at Misa.
The young woman sighed, exasperated. "You can't go on like this, Ryuzaki! You look like a panda who hasn't showed in years!"
She smirked. "Besides, I want to see you with that hair in place."
Light stared. Ok. Now he was going to wake up from that incredibly weird dream and discover that whatever stuff Matsuda was on to keep his childish mood all the time (he'd decided that, either the guy was constantly high, or he was simply an idiot) had somehow ended up in his glass.
Right?
Wrong.
It wasn't a dream. The greatest detective in the world was being chased by his girlfriend because she wanted to bath him, and was hiding behind the very person he wanted to put on the electrical chair.
What the actual hell.
"Light-kun, tell your girlfriend to leave me alone!"
...What would you have done in his place?
He could either: try to win L's friendship by helping him out, or consign him to Misa and abandon him to his destiny.
He smirked. Easy choice.
xxx
"Traitor!" Shouted Ryuzaki, while both Light and Misa didn't seem to be able to hold their laughter at the sight of the greatest detective in the world whining like a kid while covered by bubbles. (A/N: before you ask, L is completely dressed, they are only showering his head. Don't expect yaoi or shonen-ai, because you will found none.)
"Oh, come on Ryuzaki-kun! Having your hair clean for once won't do you anything but good..." Giggled Misa, pinching the detective's cheek playfully.
"Screw" blub "you!"
Light just chuckled, shaking his head while holding the older boy in place.
The girl washed again his hair, and signaled to Light to let Ryuzaki go.
The detective basically shot up in the air, spurting profanities Light was pretty sure he'd never heard.
Misa smirked, and held up a phon. "And, now, we are drying them up..."
"GAH!"
Light shook his head. "Whatever. I'm not participating."
xxx
The young idol gaped. Okay. She was NOT expecting that.
She'd always thought that Ryuzaki was, although funny and charming... well, sometimes, at least... anyway, she'd always thought he was not exactly a beauty.
But, actually, without the liters of grease that covered the guy's hair, he was... aw he,, he was hot, okay?!
Yes. Hot.
Almost at her Light's level.
Now, the question: if cleaning his hair changed him like that... What would do a little bit of sleep and a normal pose?
She smirked evilly.
xxx
Light sighed at Matsuda's childish antics, as he saw him arguing with someone at the phone. He sounded like a child who wanted to sign up on Pacebook, but his parents would keep saying no.
Could anything be more ridiculous?
"LIGHT-KUN! HELP ME!"
... Guess he had been answered.