Chapter 2
The next morning, L woke early and snuck downstairs to Sunako's room. He gently opened the door, thankful that it didn't squeak, and turned on every light in the room.
Sunako screamed bloody murder and threw jars at him.
L dodged every one. He tackled the supposedly "inhuman" girl and pinned her arms to her side and her legs with his.
Sunako tried thrash and flail, but L would not release his hold.
"You've got one choice, Nakahara-chan," L reasoned, though doubtful that the fifteen year old girl was listening to him. "Listen to what I'm about to tell you and embed it in your mind."
"Go to hell," Sunako shouted.
L sighed and they remained that way for an hour.
Sunako kept thrashing and even screamed herself hoarse.
Toyoma-kun walked in. L glared at him.
"Oh my God!" he shouted. "Lawliet-san, what are you doing! Stop trying to rape Sunako-chan!"
"What!?" L shouted, horror seeping into his bones. "NO! I'm not trying to rape her or anyone in the house!"
"Sure," Sunako sneered. She had stopped thrashing and now smiled sadistically at him. "Hentai."
"Damn it!"
"You got yourself into this mess!"
Snap!
"Morii-kun," L shouted, jumping off Sunako. "Give me that camera!"
"I don't think I will."
"Then," L said, trying to regain his usually calm composure, "I'll have to rip it from your hands!"
And out flew all sense of dignity, morality, and sanity.
"Are you crazy?" Morii-kun shouted. "This is a piece of artwork that cost _insert inexcusably and sinfully large number_ yen!"
Everyone in the room stared at Morii-kun as though he was from Mars.
"Where in the world did you get that kind of money?!" L shouted.
"My parents bought it for me," he sneered. "Bet you can't say that!"
"No," L admitted. "I can say better: I buy my own toys." He lunged at the redhead play boy, who ran with all his might.
L sighed: he was at a loss for what to do! He felt like he was dealing with five year olds instead of fifteen year olds.
Being called a pervert was one thing, but he knew he was not a rapist!
He chased the red haired pimp (AN: yes, Ranmaru is a total pimp! He just needs the pimp cane :D) all over the house.
Finally, L stopped and worked out the physics mentally on how he was going to catch the pimp named Ranmaru. Finally he figured it out and ran to the boy's room.
He wished he didn't. L ignored the things around the room (ya don't want to know) and waited for Ranmaru to return to his room.
L did, however, grab the rope and quickly made a lasso. He smirked evilly to himself. Ranmaru would wish he never crossed onto L's bad side.
The door opened and Ranmaru came in, talking on the phone to one of his many who—girlfriends.
L lassoed the teenage playboy and dragged him out of the room.
"Takano-kun, Toyoma-kun, Oda-kun, take care of his room."
"What?!" all four shouted.
"I'll pay you," L said. "Just clean it up and make it into something more…shall we say respectable."
The other three boys smirked and ran into Ranmaru's room. "What the hell are you doing?!" Ranmaru shouted at L.
"Revenge is sweet," was all L said as he dragged Ranmaru away from the room and to the roof. L tied him up good and left him there. "Stay, boy," he said. "I'll be back later."
"Gah! You're going to forget me aren't you!?"
L shrugged. "Maybe…"
"LAWLIET!!!"
L snickered and left Ranmaru on the roof. He sighed and all sanity, morality, and dignity returned. Of course, they brought embarrassment along with them.
L, after realizing that he had debased himself to the level of an affluent teenager like the children he was now living with, went to his own room and called Watari.
"It's only been two days."
"I know that. Get me out. Now."
"Absolutely out of the question."
"Watari, if you don't get me out, I'm going to lose my mind!"
"Why are you yelling?"
"I just tied a sex-driven teenager up with a rope that was lying around in the middle of the floor and left him on the damn roof!" L screamed into the receiver.
Watari was silent and sweat dropped over the phone. "You tied a teenager up with a spare cord of rope and…left him on the roof?"
"Now will you get me out?"
"No."
"What?!"
"I think that this might actually be healthy for you to at least let lose a little bit."
"And lose my sanity along with my dignity?"
"L, you've been working on cases since you were…what…seven?"
"Six!"
"Living with normal teenagers might allow you to let loose and be a child. Goodness you never had a real childhood, did you?"
"Whose fault is that?!"
"Mine. This might be better for you than I first thought. Well, I've got to go. Good luck."
"Watari! Don't you dare—"
Click.
L let the phone drop to the floor and he collapsed to the ground in utter despair. He crawled over to a corner of the room and cried.
This was going to be one…long…year.
L wished he never solved the Kira case. "Light! Save me!"
