HUGE FACE-PALM.
I just noticed..
How the hell did Raito go out of the room..
Leaving L.. IF THEY'RE CHAINED TOGETHER?!
-SOB- I'M SO SORRY. Uhh.. How do we fix this.. OH I KNOW. When they were fighting L went all super ninja and sliced through the chain..? Or we could forget about the chain altogether.. Just wondering did anyone else catch that? Virtual cookie if anyone else did. -waves an apple- Lol.
I also wanted to thank everyone who favorite, reviewed, and alerted by story. You have no idea how happy you made me. C:
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note and its characters. I only own this story and the plot.
Raito was exhausted.
5 showers, and 2 attempts to just yank it off.
That tree bore no fruit.
Except that of one Yagami Raito. You, my dear, have flowered into a beacon of flamingness.
His subconscious was unnecessarily cruel.
He stood in front of the mirror and cocked his head.
Ahahaha, cocked. Get it?
Uhh.. No.
Cocked? Nothing?
I SAID I DIDN'T GET IT.
You're gay.
SHUT UP!
'I'm telling myself very corny and suggestive jokes. And then telling myself to shut up.. Actually I'm just talking to myself in general. That's not a reason to be worried about being crazy.. Not at all.. Oh my God, this hat is making me crazy! I HAVE TO GET RID OF IT.'
He franticly grabbed scissors and tried to find an angle that would cut the hat off without damaging his hair.
His gorgeous, flawless hair. Just as perfect as the rest of him. He lowered the scissors and stared into the mirror dreamily.
But the hat was obscuring most of his vision, not to mention his hair. The hat. 'All roads lead to Rome, ne?' he thought bitterly as he scowled at the object that dared to get between him and his perfection.
His expression turned into one of determination.
Get rid of hat first, admire perfection later.
'Good plan.' He flashed a smile at his reflection and dove in for the kill. He'll get rid of the-
The scissors bounced off the hat.
That fact was just so irrational he just had to repeat it.
It bounced off the hat.
What the fuck? Hats aren't supposed to deflect scissors.
At least, normal hat's aren't..
OH MY GOD. THIS HAT IS UNLIKE ANY OTHER. IT DEFIES THE LAWS OF PHYSICS.
Some time later;
L strolled into the room having just wrapped up another case without his partner who was currently MIA. He rewarded himself with a plate piled high with cake and was actually pretty happy with himself; his best friend will bound to turn up sooner or later, Raito was a big boy.
He put his cake on the table and was about to sit down when he saw something jerking around in the corner of his eye. He looked over and did a double take. He stood there with wide eyes, completely dumbfounded for once.
L had found Raito just in time to wish that he hadn't.
There was no amount of preparation that would have well.. prepared L for the sight that greet his unsuspecting eyes.
His aforementioned partner had completely lost it. There was no other way to explain it. It was true that Raito had a temper, but usually if anything had been bothering him, he would pick a fight with L and they would beat the crap out of each other until someone collapsed from sheer exhaustion.
That's what usually happened. It seems the rules of the game had changed.
Raito was sitting cross-legged on the bed, viciously ripping apart one of Watari's fedora hats. When the hat was apparently destroyed to his liking, he brought out a mini-flamethrower and turned the hat into a charred pile of ashes.
He was muttering to himself [or maybe to the pile of ashes?], "Just because I can't get the hat off, won't mean I won't get my revenge!" He let loose maniacal laughter and continued turning the innocent hats into ash.
Rip. Flame. Laugh.
Then the sequence repeated itself, getting creepier and creepier by the second.
Did L mention that they were Watari's hats? Watari who is very skilled with a gun and various forms of martial arts and torture? Very painful torture?
Damn, Raito really lost it.
"R-Ratio-kun?" L asked uncertainly, having no idea what to say to his crazed partner. Fortunately he needn't say a word. Unfortunately, Raito whipped around sharply, flamethrower in hand. His eyes narrowed dangerously when they spotted L. His hat, on the other hand, bobbed up and down jovially.
Overall, Raito was not a happy camper.
Crap. He was so screwed.
L did what any sensible man would have done; he dove for cover.
Contrary to popular belief, he was only human, damn it.
"WHERE DID YOU GET THE FLAMETHROWER AND WHY ARE YOU WAVING IT LIKE THAT?!"
Raito said nothing and started to advance ever so slowly, a huge smirk on his face and a death grip on the flamethrower. He scurried backwards, the more distance he put between Raito and himself was another percentage added to the slim chance of him getting out of this unscathed.
Did he say he was screwed? Well he lied. Raito is going to rip his throat out, decapitate him, and then chop his poor body into little pieces. Then he's going to send him to a meat factory where he'll wrapped, packaged, and then sent to America as beef patties.
L was too busy with his internal monologue, he did not see Raito backing him up into a closet. He was shoved in and the door was closed.
He scoffed, "Raito-kun thinks that I can not escape from a broom closet?" as he reached for the doorknob. A closet? Could Raito seriously not think of anything better to hold him in than a closet? He did have hands, since Raito did not bother to tie them up, so he could just unlock the door and get out.
Something itched in the back of his mind. There was something about this closet.. Or the door.. Then, his eyes widened in realization. This was the closet door-
Click.
That locked from the outside.
Bloody hell.
"Karma's a real bitch isn't it Lawli?" Raito called sounding very pleased with himself and leaving the detective trapped in the closet.
L smirked and took out his phone delicately. It was time for a retaliation.
He scrolled down in his contacts, and finding the person he needed, typed in a simple message;
I am in need of your assistance.
- L
He attached a file and waited.
He needn't wait long. His phone rang almost immediately after the text was sent. He stared at the caller-ID, wondering if this was a step too far.
Then clicked 'accept call.'
'You're right Raito-kun. Karma is a bitch.'
"Hello?"
'And revenge is going to be oh so sweet.'
Cliffie! Please don't kill me. D: I apologize for the shortness of the chapter, I'll try to get the next chapter out by next week!
Who is L talking to?
Is Light going to get him out of the closet eventually? [LOLL.]
Do I sound like a commercial?
Why yes I do! That's the only question I'm answering folks, be disappointed!
'Till next time, this has been Akari. -salutes- [I'm so cheesy.. XD]