L was visiting Wammy House for a few days to clear his head, the Kira case his new obsession and frankly, screwing with him a bit. He knew Yagami Raito was Kira, and yet he had no proof. So, as L is always thinking, he got to thinking about Wammy house. "I'm sure the investigation can wait two days," he mused, unlike his usual neurotic, obsessive behavior. "I'll just stay and talk to a few of my heirs."
And so, here he was, standing in the Lobby with Near, Mello, and Matt, the top three students in Wammy's. After bullshitting through a small speech, Mello showed L to his room and walked away, a smug look on his face at being picked over Near for once. L sat in his usual crouch in a chair, his mind whirring. "This simply will not do," he murmured in his monotonous voice to himself. "I came here to stop thinking, not to start."
With that, L went to the stereo and sifted through the CD's on the shelf. And, being L, the justice-obsessed good soul of a detective that he was, picked what every curious detective would pick- a mix CD. And, what should come on, of course, but Hips Don't Lie by Shakira. "I love this song," L mused, pressing 'repeat 1' on the stereo and beginning to dance.
He was moving awkwardly at first, not used to doing much of any activity. But, around the third time the song repeated, L was shaking his hips and moving around the room in a way that would make you think he's been a professional dancer for years. And, in that moment, someone decided to open the door. "Eru-sama… Nani?!"
The words were followed by a crash, a poor, confused, traumatized and twitching Mello on the floor, surrounded by sugar cubes and spilled tea.
Author's Note: I know this is extremely retarded, but the idea wouldn't leave me alone. Hahaha.
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-The SadoMasochist.