Title: Everyone's Favorite Sin

Author: iP

Summary: We take a look at the peculiarities of our Death Note characters. Result of exhaustion and crack. Short. Humor, as always. RaitoL, LRaito, possible others. This fic is going nowhere, I tell you.

A.N.: I'm glad you liked the first chapter! XD Now, I really wonder why I tease Raito in this ficlet. Ohwell. Btw, this fic is shorter than the previous one. I DID say ficlet, after all. XP

Raito was pissed.

Damn pissed, to say the least.

It had been two days since he left off in great haste, leaving an amused L at his wake. Grumbling, he remembered the unfortunate incident in the Kira headquarters made his mind reeling and his vision blurry. Angrily he stormed toward his house, ignoring Sayu's cheerful greeting as he went inside.

"Onii-chan!" his sister smiled playfully at him but immediately shut up when she saw the unmistakable twitch on the corner of his mouth.

"Sayu, tell mom that I'll be in my room and I do not want to be disturbed."

She looked at him oddly.

"Is there anything the matter, oni-chan?" she asked with a worried tone in her voice.

Raito stopped abruptly then looked at her, and she wondered if he was going to shout. "…No," he said finally, and resumed walking. "Damn Ryuuzaki," he muttered under his breath.

"Onii-chan," Sayu called as she struggled to keep up with her brother's pace. "I wanted to tell you that—"

"Later," he replied moodily, slamming the door in front of her face.

"Sayu?"

"Yeah, mom?"

"Is Raito home already?"

Sayu glanced uncertainly at the door.

"Sayu?"

She hesitated answering, mulling over her thoughts. When was the last time did her brother, who usually had a passive face and poker face set on, looked so irate? She could never remember that such a thing happened. Aside from being intelligent, she clearly knew him as one who would never show his emotions in front of anyone. Then she snapped her fingers at the dawn of realization that hit her.

"Sayu!" her mom called again.

"Mom," she practically ran down the stairs and smiled at her mother. "Onii-chan has a problem."

"A problem? Raito?" Mrs. Yagami repeated doubtfully. "Raito has a problem?"

"Yes," she assented, now grinning madly. "Onii-chan has love problems."

"Love problems?" her mother asked, confusion plastered on her face. "Oh, don't worry, Sayu. Raito can handle that. Anyway, we have a guest."

"Yes," she nodded, her grin now comparable to a Cheshire cat's. "And Onii-chan's love problems concern someone in particular." She paused. "Someone named Ryuuzaki."

Raito viewed himself in the mirror and gasped when he saw his hair in another state of disorder. Muttering something inaudible under his breath, he carefully picked a comb from the drawer in front of him and combed his hair neatly.

"Ryuuzaki's just jealous," he grumbled to himself and watched his reflection in the mirror. So, right; L was—presumably—correct that he cared for his hair a bit more than normal, but what was the case anyway? Anyone would die to have a hair like his, a beautiful blend of yellow and orange and red—wait, that was the sunlight hitting his room. And he knew that L just wanted to touch his hair badly, oh, he just knew it. The detective's eyes would wander sometimes, and the next thing he knew, he was staring at Raito's fine hair.

Grabbing a lotion from the table, he placed a huge lather on his right palm and eyed it warily. Ryuuzaki's just jealous. Right. he muttered to himself, gingerly rubbing it on his arms.

He opened the closet and looked for his black shirt. Where is it, anyway—? And he grumbled as he felt the annoying lotion on his skin. Actually, he didn't have to apply lotion—but ever since he discovered the nice effects of lotion on a person's skin, he decided to use it daily.

"Raito?" his mom called. "We have a guest."

"Coming," he replied dully, knowing about the niceties which was tradition in the Japanese household. He jerked involuntarily as he remembered the awkward heap he'd placed himself at the headquarters. Certainly the words 'niceties' and 'come' rang a bell in his ears.

Fumbling for a minute to search for his black shirt he only got even more peeved when he didn't find it anywhere, even on the messy stack of clothing he so carelessly threw out of the closet. It was nowhere in his room, too. Could Ryuk have probably taken it somewhere—?

"Raito!" his mom rang loud and clear. "We have a visitor!" she repeated for him, beckoning him to go downstairs at that instant.

"Yes, yes." He mumbled as he opened the door and stomped downstairs. "Mom, have you seen my favorite shirt? Yes, the one I love to use—the one that hugs my form, I know I've got so many black shirts but yes, I am talking about the black shirt that practically makes me look fit, and wait—don't tell dad about it… just… don't tell, okay?" he managed to ask while thinning the thick lotion on his hands and stepping down the stairs in a hasty way.

"Why, hello, Yagami-kun."

He stopped dead in his tracks.

L smiled at him from the room, cup in hand.

Raito looked at him, to his mother, and to Sayu—who was smiling oddly, though he didn't know why—and back to the detective, before blushing furiously that would've made the reddest tomato look pale compared to him.

Gulping, he ran back to his room.

"Well, wasn't that amusing." L remarked with a sip of his tea.

A.N. Reviews please! Reviews keep the author from procrastinating. XD