Here's the second chapter. This is so much fun to write... xD
Anyway, enjoy~
"Light, you have been writing for quite a while. You are not a slow writer, so what could possibly be taking you so long?" L drawled, crouching on the end of their king sized bed.
It was six o'clock in the morning, which is the start of Light's morning routine. Only today was different. Due to a bet made the night before, L would now be taking on all of Light's responsibilities.
And what would Light do?
Light gets the privilege to go stay at a resort for the day, getting massages and other rather feminine things, and overall relaxing from his exhausting job as the mother in the family.
"Just about finished L…" Light smirked as he wrote down today's schedule. Secretly, L had got the unfair end of the deal. The brunette just so happened to have a lot of things scheduled for today, and as he wrote them down, he was glad he wasn't going to have to do them.
L blinked. "You are smirking. What is so funny, Light?"
"Nothing, nothing." Light replied innocently, finishing his long schedule and passing it to his raven-haired husband.
L took it in his grasp, lifting it up with a thumb and index finger to inspect it. His face paled even more than it normally was, if that's possible. The schedule was, indeed, a rather long one. It read:
6:30-7:00 Get the children up. Make sure they don't rip each other's limbs off while preparing their breakfast.
7:00-7:25 Eat breakfast. Make sure every child has their homework completed before driving them to school.
8:00-9:15 Arrive back at home. Do the house's laundry and clean the kitchen.
9:15-10:35 Attend a meeting with the principal regarding Matt playing video games in class. Try not to scare her, or stare at the children. We want good results, Matt's reputation isn't very good with the teachers.
10:40-12:30 Pull Mello out of school for his yearly physical. He is up for two booster shots.
12:45-1:45 After taking Mello back to school, unless something else comes in the way, you have some free time. Congratulations.
2:00-2:30 The children get off the school bus at 2:30. Be sure that you are home during this time period.
3:00-5:30 I promised the children I would take them to the park today, as well as a trip to the ice cream shop. Take them. While you are out, pick up food to prepare for tonight's dinner.
6:00-8:30 Prepare and eat dinner. Once done eating, make sure any homework is out of the way before getting the kids ready for bed.
9:00-10:00 Children should be in bed. Your hard work is over. I should arrive soon after. If you don't chicken out before hand, that is.
"Light… There are a lot of things you have written that I will have to do." L stated.
Light grinned widely. "Scared, L? It's okay, you can always back out now."
L brought the paper down from his face to shoot the brunette a glare. "I am not 'backing down'. I think this is hardly fair, you do not do this every day."
"But if you can do this, then it proves you can do my job on any day." Light pointed out. After a few moments of staring at each other, Light broke the silence, "Now, ready to hear the conditions?"
"Fine." L muttered, placing the paper on top of his knees.
"Okay, first off, you must drive yourself to all of the destinations. No using Watari to make this easier for you." Light noted L's look of dismay and chuckled slightly before adding, "To make sure Watari doesn't assist you, he will be driving me to the resort today."
"But Light, I never drive." L pouted.
"L, you are the world's three greatest detectives and you're complaining to me about driving?" Light questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"It has been nearly ten years I have ever had to do such a thing." L deadpanned. "I do not know how my driving skills have changed."
Light waved his hand dismissively. "If you wreck, the children's blood is on your hands…"
"Light!"
L seemed truly distressed, making Light feel a bit sympathetic. Just this once. "L, I'm sure you'll do fine, I'm just joking. But I don't get the privilege to use Watari for everything under the sun, so you won't either."
"I supposed that is fair." L mumbled, frowning. "Okay, I will drive. Any other conditions, Light?"
Light nodded. "Oh yes. Condition number two. No telling the children about the bet. They favor me so they would most likely make it harder on you, but still. Telling them is an automatic win for me."
"I was not planning on doing such a thing." L said, his bored and unwilling stare traveling to his nearby laptop. Before he could type, however, Light closed it. L rolled his eyes. "Anything else?"
"If you, at any time, call me for anything that is not a life or death situation, then I win." Light recited that condition as if it was rehearsed.
L unwrapped a small chocolate that he had shoved in his pocket. "That will not be occurring, I am more than capable of playing the mommy role for the day."
"…I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." Light said, shooting him a warning glance before continuing, "And if you, by some miracle, make it through the day with no help from me at all, then you win."
"It will be no miracle." L slid the chocolate through his pale lips to let the already half-melted chocolate melt all the way.
Light shook his head. "Too confident. You have no idea what you're about to get into."
"I am sure I don't." L sighed. "Hopefully watching you all these years will assist me today."
"Watching is different than the real thing. Way different."
"I know."
"Alright, L. That's it." Light leaned over the end of the bed to plant a soft kiss on his husband's lips. "I'll be going now." He smirked. "Good luck."
L stood up to follow Light out of their bedroom. "Goodbye, Light. I will not lose."
"Too confident." Light repeated halfway down the hallway, looking of his shoulder to grin widely at him.
L watched the brunette walk out of sight. "We shall see."
Mello crossed his arms at L as he, Matt, and Near came to a halt in the kitchen. "Where's daddy?"
"Your daddy wanted to take a little break, so I am filling in for him." L replied, not looking up from the pancakes he was cooking. Pancakes are one of the only foods L knows how to make, so it's lucky that they have them.
"Liar." Mello countered. "Daddy never takes breaks. And if he did, he would have told us."
"He did not want you three to be disappointed, so he kept it to himself." L said calmly, scraping a slightly overcooked pancake out of the pan. "He will be back tonight."
Near twirled a piece of his white hair with one hand while he gripped his robot with the other. He was simply adorable, but so smart it's scary. But weren't they all? "I think there's a bet involved in all of this…"
Matt nodded as he played his PSP. "Yeah, I was thinking the same thing."
"A bet, huh? To see who's the better daddy?" Mello questioned. "Sorry dad, you're gonna lose. By a mile."
L poured more batter into the pan. "There is no bet. Is it that hard to believe your daddy took a small break?"
"Yes." all three said in unison.
Sighing, the raven-haired father looked down at his genius children. "Enough of this. All three of you are still in pajamas. You are not planning on going to school like that, are you?"
Matt and Near shook their heads absentmindedly, while Mello cried out, "Aha! You changed the subject, which means you're lying!"
L studied his oldest blankly. Genius children aren't boring, but are dangerous. Nothing gets past them. But one of the conditions is the children's aren't allowed to know, so L can't let anything slip. "Go get ready for school. Breakfast will be done in twelve minutes."
Mello snickered at his victory. "Race you guys!" Mello called, pushing Near down before making a mad dash towards the stairs.
Matt was on his heels, kicking at his feet in an attempt to trip him.
"Ha! No way in hell, Matt!" was faintly heard as they disappeared from L's sight.
All except for Near, who still sat on the ground. Normally when Mello played rough, he got back up and kept going, so this slightly worried L.
"Something wrong, Near?" L asked, concerned as he crouched down next to him.
The white-haired boy turned towards his father, a dismembered toy robot in his hands. An arm and a leg had came off, as well as the head. "They broke my robot. It was my favorite."
L frowned. He knew just how much that robot meant to Near. But how would Light handle the situation? "I am sorry, Near. I know you like that robot a lot." L said, trying to comfort his son. He reached out gently, collecting the pieces of the robot in his spidery hands. "I will try to fix it later."
Near nodded, staring blankly at the pieces. "Thank you, dad."
L hummed in response, ruffling Near's hair. "Now, go get ready for school. I will handle Mello when you come back down."
Near nodded, standing up and giving L a hug. L blinked once before returning it, remembering that's what Light would have done. Near smiled. "I feel better. I'll go get ready now."
L rose from the ground, watching his youngest climb up the wooden staircase.
He turned back to his pancake, which was overcooked at that pointed. "Ah well, nothing wrong with a being a little burnt…" L mumbled to himself, sliding the pancake onto a plate. He was about to cook the last pancake when-
Crash! "Mello!"
L blinked before sighing, pouring the batter on the pan before walking towards the stairs. "What is the issue?" he called in what he thought was loudly.
Apparently not.
Crash! "Mello!"
L climbed the stairs all the way. A video game case whirled his direction, and he ducked just in time to avoid it. "Mello?" he said as he entered Matt's room- the source of all the noise.
"Get your filthy paws off of my games, Mello!" Matt cried.
Mello glared at the redhead. "No way, you deserve it for tripping me!"
L blinked, not sure how to handle situation. "Mello, put the game cases down. Destruction of other's property is not handling the situation."
"Like hell it is!" Mello countered. "He tripped me."
"You shoved Near down in the kitchen and broke his robot," L pointed out, "and he is not throwing a temper tantrum like you are."
"Near's a coward." the blonde snapped. "Matt knows not to mess with me."
L looked at Matt's digital clock. 7:10. Uh oh. "We are running late. If you do not hurry, you will not be able to eat breakfast."
Mello calmed a bit. "…Chocolate chip pancakes?"
"I know you enough to know your favorite, Mello." L replied calmly before the blonde pushed him aside.
"Why didn't you say so? Last one there gets the least amount of pancakes!" He laughed over his shoulder, smirking as he thundered down the wooden stairs.
Matt dashed after him, his shirt half on as he raced down the stairs. He hastily pulled his head through. "No fair, Mello!"
Near scrambled out of his own room, buttoning up his white shirt. He had a rubix cube and a monster-like action figure in his arms to take the place of his dismembered toy.
L chuckled slightly as he watched the small, white-haired boy walk hurriedly down the stairs. He followed soon after, unfolding the list. The day has only just begun and it feels like I have done so much. He thought grimly as he reached the bottom of the stairs.
"Dad! Fire, quick!"
L's eyes widened. Fire? Could this get any worse? He rushed into the kitchen, examining the smoking, burnt pancake that he had been preparing before going to deal with Mello. The pancake was indeed on fire, three shocked children staring at it.
"Do we have a fire extinguisher?" L asked, glancing around quickly.
Mello whipped his head towards the raven. "Do we look like a fucking fire department?"
"Mello, watch your language." L warned.
"Language my ass!" Mello crossed his arms. "Put the fire out! Use water or something!"
Right. Water. L quickly filled a glass of water and poured it all of the burning pancake. Ssssss!
All three children let out a sigh of relief in unison.
"Way to go, daddy number two." Matt muttered.
L pouted. "I am trying my best, you know I do not do this everyday."
"Yeah, yeah." Mello grumbled, pulling a chocolate bar out of his favorite leather jacket. How did that get there, didn't Light take his chocolate away last night…? "Now we don't even have time for breakfast!"
"I will give you some money to purchase a school breakfast," L sighed as he opened a drawer beside him to retrieve the car keys. "We would not want you to be late."
"Wait, you're driving?" Mello choked.
The three children's eyes widened at once.
L rolled his eyes. "I am not a bad driver. I just don't drive often. Now let's go."
"Goodbye, life as we know it!" Matt cried dramatically as they walked out the door.
Near nodded in agreement. "This will be a risky drive to school."
L frowned. "You all have no faith in me."
L sighed in exhaustion as he walked back into the door. They had nearly hit their neighbor's dog as they were pulling out, almost veered off the road three times, and got a ticket for going ten miles below the speed limit. He didn't think it was possible. After all, there's no such thing as being too careful. Mello had called him embarrassing.
"Alright, what is next on Light's little list…" L mumbled to himself, pulling the folded up piece of paper from his pocket.
Clean the kitchen.
L walked over to the uneaten pancakes and tossed them in the trash, along with pan with the burnt pancake. What Light doesn't know won't hurt him, and will certainly save L from some harsh teasing.
He poured out the milk he had prepared, scowling as he spilled some of Mello's chocolate milk on his white shirt. "It is helpful that laundry is next on the list…"
Since they had not actually eaten breakfast, the kitchen was relatively clean. Now on to the laundry.
L went from room to room, collecting the bins of dirty clothing and bringing them to the laundry room. He had always seen Light wash each load individually, but L thought it would be much easier if they washed them all together.
Since the washer could hold all the laundry, L decided to do it in groups. He would wash Light, Mello, and Near's clothes together, then wash L and Matt's last.
He dumped all the clothes for the first group in the washing machine, staring at the dial, his brown furrowed in confusion. "What did Light always set this to… I suppose I will just have to guess."
He seemed to have guessed right, the clothes came out clean. And only after three tries on the dryer did they come out dry. L considered it a victory that he made it out without messing anything up.
He shouldn't count himself out so fast.
L pulled off his soiled shirt and put it with the rest of his clothing. He dumped his faded jeans and white shirts into the wash with Matt's red and black striped shirts and dark jeans. Set them for the same cycle as before and left it for about 30 minutes.
But when he went to bring them out, his face visibly paled. All of his white shirts had turned a light pink color. All of them. Which means he's going to have to where a pink shirt out into public.
Now normally L didn't care much for appearance, but this was just degrading. Not to mention the next thing on his list was a meeting with Matt's principal that Light didn't want him to mess up on. Wearing Easter pink like it's his favorite color… L winced, transferring the load into the dryer. Light will never let me hear the end of this one… He winced again. At least laundry was over. That's a bright side to it, right? …Right?
L arrived at Maple Grove Elementary School, the school in which their children were currently enrolled at. He had gotten the driving thing down for the most part. One squirrel didn't get out so lucky, but L blames the rodent for being in the middle of the lane, not him.
L stepped out of the car, grimacing again at his light pink shirt. At least I am not dealing with Mello… Mello would certainly say something about this. Though Matt can be quite sarcastic… He shook his head, his raven locks falling his face as he approached the front entrance.
He strolled into the office. Luckily, the rest of the school was in class, so he wouldn't have to worry about ignorant elementary students saying whatever comes to mind.
The secretary snickered under her breath as her eyes rested on L. He rolled his eyes as he approached the desk. "What can I help you with today, sir?"
"Yes, I am here for a meeting with my son and the principal…"
She raised an eyebrow. "Oh, Matt? He's a cute kid." The secretary pointed behind her down a small hallway. "They're in the back room past these desks."
L gave her a small nod. "Thank you."
The raven-haired father walked past the desks and down the small hallway slowly, dreading opening the door and having his son insult him in front of administration. With Matt being as sarcastic as he is, L wouldn't put it past him to do such a thing.
He let his hand rest on the doorknob, hesitating a few moments before opening it. An older woman with shoulder-length brown hair sat at the principal's desk. She wore a black dress shirt and silver rimmed glasses.
Matt sat in one of the cushioned chairs in front of the polished wood desk, his feet resting idly at the on the desk as he played on his DS. He looked up from his game, his eyes flashing. "Dad, are you trying to embarrass me? Because with that shade of pink, it's much more embarrassing for you. You'd look much nicer in a darker shade."
"Matt…" L warned, shooting him a glance.
The principal smiled awkwardly. "Ah, you must be Mr. Lawliet. I'm Dr. Carpenter." She extended a hand towards me.
He nodded, shaking hands with her before crouching in the seat next to the redhead. "It is a pleasure."
Dr. Carpenter directed her gaze towards Matt. L noticed it harden considerably. "Matt, would you please get your feet off my desk now and turn off your game?"
"Would you please stop talking while I beat my highscore?" Matt countered casually as he concentrated on his DS.
The principal frowned and moved her gaze back to the raven. "See? He has this "I don't care" attitude, and a lot of his teachers are tired of it. Don't get me wrong, he's brilliant. Straight A's-"
"Naturally." Matt cut in.
Dr. Carpenter narrowed her eyes. "Anyway, we just don't want this kind of behavior in the classrooms."
L nodded. "I can see why the teachers disapprove of this behavior. We certainly have not raised him this way."
"Yeah you have." Matt muttered, before breaking into a grin, nearly jumping out of his chair. "Woo! New highscore!" He blinked when he received disapproving stares from both the principal and his father. "What, I've been trying to beat that score since first period."
She eyed his DS. "He also has a really bad habit of playing those in class when he gets bored. But every time the teacher takes one up, he takes out another."
"I have ten gameboys, five PSPs, ten DS's, two iPads, fifteen gameboy colors…" He yawned tiredly, cutting off his sentence. "Should I go on?"
L raised an eyebrow. "How have you accumulated so many different gaming systems?"
"Bet money." Matt replied simply.
"That's another thing too." The principal added. "He gets children to bet him during lunch period, and ends up taking all of their money. The children are tired of it."
"I can't help I'm good at video games!" the redhead protested. "You have your sucky teaching job that gets you minimum wage, and I double your weekly salary in one lunch period. If anything, you're jealous, 'teach."
"Dr. Carpenter." the brunette corrected.
"Doctor of what? Getting on my nerves?" Matt complained. "I can't concentrate with all of your bitching."
"Matt." L cut in sharply. Light certainly wouldn't approve. "You will not copy Mello's use of foul language."
"Mello's ten times worse than I am. I normally only say damn, bitch, or ass, but Mello says-"
L covered his son's mouth quickly, not sure how exactly to shut him up. "That is enough." He attempts being stern, but it just made Matt laugh.
"Daddy would laugh at you." he mumbled through L's pale hand.
L sighed. "Yes, he probably would. But that is not the point right now. Will you quit playing video games in class?"
L moved his hand off of the redhead's mouth so he could reply.
"Hell no, I've trying to beat this Zelda game by the end of the day."
L frowned at the use of yet another cuss word. Matt does not have a foul mouth, so he knows where this is coming from, "Are you trying to make this hard on me? Because with Light you are so much more cooperative."
"I'm not interested in you and daddy's little bet, okay?" Matt groaned. "You're going to lose, but I'm not interested. And I'm not trying to help daddy win."
Liar. The downside to having genius children: they are excellent liars, they can see through anything, and they can come up with devious plans of their own.
"Actually, Mr. Lawliet…" Dr. Carpenter interrupted. "We're more looking for a specific discipline action. Taking the consoles up isn't doing anything, so what do you recommend?"
"Send him to the office and call our house." L replied. "Either I or my husband will take care of him."
Matt paled slightly, but didn't look up from his DS. He knew L wasn't that much of a threat. But if Light learned what had happened today and came back in... Matt would not get off so easily. L smiled at his visible win.
"Oh.. Alright, we will do that sir. Thank you." the principal replied, typing the information into the computer before giving L a small smile.
L turned an innocently kind gaze to Matt, which looked like a mocking tease to the redhead. "Now, we will not be playing any more video games during instructional time, will we? I would hate it if I had to come back, would you not?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Matt muttered, closing his DS and pulling his feet off the desk.
L smiled a small smile at his victory. "Good. Then this meeting is over?" He gave the principal a questioning glance.
She blinked. "I suppose so. It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Lawliet."
"The same for you, Dr. Carpenter."
Matt followed L out of the principal's office. "You basically blackmailed me!" he accused.
"You embarrassed me when I entered the meeting." L replied calmly. "I was simply returning the gesture in a different approach."
"You don't get embarrassed." he countered. "I know, Mello has tried before."
"I know." the raven smirked slightly. Then he remembered. "That is right, I have to pull Mello out of school for his physical…"
Matt grinned widely. "Is he getting shots?"
"Yes, two boosters. Is there a reason why you are asking this?" L asked, raising an eyebrow.
Matt walked out of the office casually. "Oh, nothing. Mello just hates shots. You've never seen it before, but let's just say I'm glad I'm not with you." L felt himself pale. If he thought Matt was hard to deal with…
Matt laughed and waved in farewell before heading down the hallway, grinning evilly. "Good luck!"
Poor, poor L. He's made it so far, though! :D
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