So welcome to another one of my random crack fics. So yeah, a friend of mine and I were talking on msn and somehow we came up with an interesting scenario and then I stole it for this fic. It didn't turn out as funny as I imagined it, but whatever. Enjoy my peeps!
Disclaimer: In some universe I do own Death Note. My weak link is: This is Earth.
Disclaimer for my disclaimer: The line for my disclaimer is courtesy of YTAS. I am not LittleKuriboh.
The Move
"Raito-kun, the moving truck is late," L said staring at the watch.
Currently they were standing in the middle of Raito's rather empty house.
"I am well aware of that, Ryuzaki," Raito said. "That's the third time you've said that in two minutes."
"I know that Raito-kun," L said. "But three hours late is rather terrible don't you think?"
"Yes, Ryuzaki, I know," Raito said.
"Maybe we should move it ourselves, Raito-kun," L said. "There is nothing else to do at the moment."
"We don't have a car at the moment," Raito said dryly. "How do you propose we move things then?"
L opened the shoe closet and picked a box off the top of the pile. Raito went to see what he was doing.
"...Rollerskates?" Raito asked.
"I had a strange childhood, Raito-kun," L said.
He popped open the box and pulled out two pairs of roller skates.
"Hey those are my roller skates!"
L quickly shoved them back in the box and out of Raito's view.
"I believe you are mistaken, Raito-kun. These are mine."
"Really now."
"Yes."
Raito yanked the box out of L's hands and set it on the floor. He pulled the first pair out by the shoe laces and dangled them in front of L's face.
"What does it say on the sides of these skates?" Raito asked.
"Raito Yagami."
"Are you Raito Yagami?"
"Raito-kun can call me that if he wishes."
"These are mine." Raito stuffed them back in the box and shoved it back into the arms of the detective. "Now put them back!"
"Yes Raito-kun," L said.
"I'm going outside to see if the truck is here yet," Raito said and walked outside.
He glanced to the left and then to the right, before sighing in defeat. No truck. Raito turned when he heard the sound of wheels rolling against the pavement.
"Ryuzaki, why do you have my very expensive dining room table bound to roller skates with duct tape? Do you even know how hard that is going to be to get off?"
"Raito-kun is stressed," L stated. "Getting up and doing something will make him feel better."
L cheerfully began to push the dining room table down the street. Raito immediately chased after him.
"Where are you going with that?"
"Raito-kun's new house," L said as he turned onto a main road. "It's only two blocks away."
They stopped at an intersection and waited for the light to change.
"And how will moving my table over there make me feel any better?"
"Raito-kun will have done something productive!"
The light changed.
"Well how can I be doing something productive if you are the one pushing the table?" Raito asked.
"My apologies, Raito-kun. Perhaps you would like to push the table?"
"No."
"Oh but I insist."
L shoved the table towards Raito, who missed catching it. The two of them watched in horror as it skidded into oncoming traffic. A horn blared loudly and a semi hit Raito's precious table. It splintered and pieces went flying about. Some even hit random pedestrians.
"Ryuzaki, you... you."
"Let that be a lesson to you, Raito-kun. Never mess with my roller skates or else karma will get you."
"They weren't your roller skates, Ryuzaki!" Raito groaned.
So the whole semi truck thing is kind of cliche in humour stories but I couldn't resist. Please review!