Join

"I have more jam in the fridge, if you'd like to join me, Misora," Ryuzaki told her, licking jam off his fingers with barely contained enthusiasm.

Naomi Misora stared at him for a moment, trying not to gag at the sight of a grown man eating strawberry jam straight from the jar. After a moment, she managed to shake her head quickly and choked out, "I think I'll pass."

"Would you like to join me for some coffee, Misora?" Ryuzaki inquired, standing up from the table they were working on a case at.

Misora stared at him, trying to detect an ulterior motive in his words. When she didn't detect one, she murmured, "Sure."

Ryuzaki pottered off to the tiny kitchen area and began making coffee. He returned quickly with two cups.

Not five minutes later, Misora found herself rushing to the bathroom to wash out her mouth. She wasn't letting Ryuzaki make her coffee ever again.

"Join me, Misora!" the corpse—also known as Ryuzaki—proclaimed from where he was laying on the floor.

With a sigh of resignation, Misora laid down on the floor where Ryuzaki had been laying, staring up at the ceiling. She regretted it a lot. Not only was she sure she wasn't going to be able to get up, but, now, she'd also realized an important conclusion in their case.

"Ryuzaki!" Misora exclaimed, half panicking. They were supposed to be staking out the building to wait for a killer…so why was this door locked? Was it just her imagination, or could she smell smoke? Realizing that trying to force the door wasn't going to work, she shot the lock and threw herself at the door.

The door swung open and banged into the wall…and Misora could only stare at the scene that met her eyes.

Lit candles sat on almost every surface and Ryuzaki was sprawled out on the bed in naught but his jeans. With a look that was obviously intended to be seductive—though it utterly failed at its task—he patted the space beside him and purred, "Join me, Misora?"

Naomi scowled, picked up a vase from a hallway table and threw it at him as hard as she could as she shrieked, "Son of a bitch!"

Ryuzaki ducked as the vase exploded against the headboard just above him. He pouted. "Is that a no?"

That decided it. She didn't care what L said: she was shooting this guy. Ryuzaki promptly fled from sight.

AN: No joke, B x Misora is my DN OTP (for crack-pairings, that is). They just barely beat out my former OTP, which is L x Cake. *nods sagely*