Ah, I just can't wait to please you people

Ah, I just can't wait to please you people. So, shortly after the first chapter, I bring you the second chapter of the epic story I call Floor 12! I still have no clue where I'm going with this…

Thank you people for your reviews! I probably will make a MelloxMatt story sometime, as I heart that pairing as well. Look forward to it!

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Even though L's choices in available movies were… questionable, Light and Misa decided to watch one anyway. Their thought process went as follows, though because there is no logic and reasoning on floor 12, the way they came to their conclusion is rather out of character and odd.

The chocolate factory movies were out, because neither Light nor Misa wanted drool on their shoulders, hands, or other body parts, because L drool would most likely burn their skin off due to all the concentrated sugar. Had they been thinking reasonably, they would've scrapped them anyway, just so they wouldn't have to deal with L's whining (if you could call it that) throughout the course of the film.

Little Orphan Annie was out because they didn't want to flood themselves with tears. I mean, come on! She's a cute little orphan! That's… That's sob-story material right there! CUTE, TINY FEMALE ORPHANS! It's SAD! At least, on floor 12 it is…

Nanny McPhee and Nancy Drew seemed a bit too juvenile for them. They were 18 and older! What would happen if they got caught watching kids' movies? Bad things, that's what. They couldn't think of anything specific, but bad things regardless.

They all wanted to get their minds off of the Kira case, so Sherlock Holmes was out of the question. But because they were on floor 12, the movies wouldn't remind them of the case because Holmes was a detective much like themselves, oh no. It'd remind them of the case because L had said the word 'elementary' on one occasion during the case. Clearly a reason why not to watch the movies.

So they were left with American Pie. Sure, it was a movie with pie in both the title and the actual film, but they figured it wouldn't hit home with L too much. Plus, it was the only one left. But that's not logical at all. Not. At. All.

The movie was quite enjoyable, barring the one particular scene the movie is famous for. During which, Misa blushed and looked away, Light rubbed the bridge of his nose and averted his eyes, and L… L tilted his head to the side and nibbled on his thumb, almost as if considering it.

NO!

Light damned L mentally for making him think such horrible, scarring things twice in one day.

"Bad thoughts!" Light yelled at the exact moment he pictured L in the boy on the screen's place.

In response, he got questioning stares. Giggling awkwardly to hide his embarrassment, Light shoved a handful of popcorn in his mouth and slunk down in his seat.

"Huh… I don't see what the problem is…" L said, shrugging, as he turned back to the movie.

After the movie…

"Ah, Light, that was fun," Misa said as the trio emerged from the theater, stretching her arms before returning to clinging to Light.

"Yeah… Fun…" Light said, still trying to force the horrible thoughts out of his mind.

"So, where to next?" L said boredly, with an underlying hint in his voice saying, "For the love of god, the bakery, PLEASE!"

"Hmm… It's my turn to pick, Light!" Misa said, leading the boys down the hallway.

"Right…" Light said, finally regaining most of his composure.

"Ooh! What's this place? I didn't see it here before…" Misa said, reaching towards a door with a plaque reading '1408.'

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Light and Misa spun around to face L, shocked to find he was the source of the loud protest. Why they were shocked when the voice so clearly belonged to him and they both knew they weren't the ones that did it is merely the product of being on floor 12.

"Don't go in there!" L said, flailing his arms.

"Uh… Why?" Misa said, eyebrow raised.

L paused and looked from Light to Misa to Light to Misa to Light and back to Misa, then shot a glance at a duck-shaped clock hanging on the wall for some reason, then looked back to Light and finally to Misa again. He lowered his arms hastily and coughed lightly into his fist, calming down.

"That's not a very appealing room," he said simply.

"Why, what's in it?" Misa asked, turning her eyes back to the door.

L paused and seemed to shudder, eyes going blank for a minute as if remembering something horrible (kinda like Light's childhood incident with ice skating). After a moment or two, he was back to regular old wide-eyed L, looking bored and uninterested as always.

"…Nothing that would interest you," he said, turning away as if he wanted to run as fast as he could down the hall in the opposite direction.

"I have a question, Ryuuzaki," Light said, dismissing L's weirdness as normal. "If this is floor 12… Why does the room number of that door start with 14?"

"Never you mind that, let's get going!" Ryuuzaki declared, turning back to Light and Misa and gesturing down the hallway. "That movie had me working up quite an appetite…"

"BAD THOUGHTS ARE BACK!" Light said, clutching his head and proceeding to bang said body part against the wall, knocking the duck clock off of it. Never you mind that the clock was on the other side of the hallway. Who needs logic and reasoning anyway when you've got objects shaped like things?

Casting a sideways glance back at the door she so longed to enter, Misa tugged on Light's arm, pulling him towards L.

"Okay, honey, deep breaths… In, out, in, out…" she said soothingly, running her hand over his back as if he were a distressed child – which he kinda was at the moment.

"Waah, the pie…" Light sniffled, rubbing his now sore head.

"Yes, indeed, the pie. Now, if we can just…"

"It's my turn to pick where we go, Ryuuzaki, and we're NOT going to that fatty, calorie-filled hell you call a bakery!" Misa said sternly, glaring at L.

L looked downwards sadly, fantasizing about his precious sweets. He was so absorbed in his fantasies that he didn't feel the handcuffs pulling his wrist as Misa and Light got further away from him, and the next thing he knew, he was on the ground, being dragged along behind the couple.

"…I don't remember installing a moving ceiling…" he mused quietly, before shrugging and resuming his thoughts of buff Mr. Pie and big Mr. Cake fighting over the petit but beautiful little Miss Strawberry.

"It feels harder to move," Light said randomly, interrupting Misa's idle chatter.

This was right before his foot snagged on nothing in particular and he face planted onto the crimson carpeting.

"Uwah!" Misa yelped, landing on top of him and earning a grunt.

"…Oh, look at that. The ceiling stopped," L said.

"Misa…" came Light's muffled voice. "I say this with all due respect… Get off of me."

"Oops! Sorry, Light!" Misa said, rolling off of him. It was quite uncomfortable for Light.

"I think Mr. Cake's devotion will win Miss Strawberry over… But in a fight to the death, Mr. Pie would probably reign victorious…" L said to no one in particular.

"Shut up already!" both Misa and Light said angrily, sitting up.

"Huh? Oh, hello, you two. Would either of you mind telling me when we all ended up on the ground?" he asked idly, still not rising from the floor, but rather pulling his legs up into his usual crouching position and biting his thumb as if he were in a chair.

"Would you mind telling me how the hell you became the world's greatest detective?" Light asked, eye twitching.

"Greatest three detectives," L corrected, continuing to gnaw on the tip of his thumb.

"What- I- I mean- That- Get off the floor!" Light stuttered before exclaiming, jumping to his feet and tugging the handcuffs rather roughly.

L's arm raised and his body was jerked violently, though he kept his other thumb in his mouth and looked impassive. The force of the pull had caused his legs to unfold, but he quickly regained his posture once he was sitting up.

"No need to be rough…" L said, getting to his feet and shoving his non-handcuffed hand into his pocket.

Light closed his eyes and his eyebrow twitched. Through gritted teeth, he said, "Misa, please pick somewhere."

"Now, now. It was only a fall. You'll survive, so there's no need to get so angry," L said.

"Now it's my turn to break you guys up!" Misa said, scrambling to her feet and glaring at the boys. "Now, do you two have problems with regular skating rinks too, or just the icy ones?"

L shuddered yet again, though he preferred not to voice that he had no skills in skating whatsoever. Far be it from him to admit his faults. He was sure he could always walk around the edge of the rink while Light and Misa skated, provided they didn't go too fast or too far into the middle.

"...I'll be fine," Light said after looking off into the distance with wide eyes for a few seconds. He was fine with anything that didn't involve that blasted Michelle Kwan's (admittedly appealing) outfits.

"All right, let's go!" Misa huffed, stomping away with Light and L in tow.

'Deep breaths, you'll be fine, skating can't hurt you…' L mentally coached himself.

'Damn Michelle Kwan, looking so great in those outfits, damn me for looking even greater in them…' Light mentally grumbled.

'Stupid cakes and pies and movies and ice and fighting…' Misa mentally complained.

TBC…

And yet another chapter comes to a close! I hope this one was as good as the first! Keep reading, folks, if this one sucked, the next chapters will be better! That's a promise! Also, sorry this one was shorter… Bye-bye!