Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note.
Third Person POV
Beep...
Beep...
Beep...
L sighed, wondering if the teen before him would wake up anytime soon. The only noise in the white room was a computer screen that showed how fast Light's heart was beating.
Beep...
Beep...
He looked up to the monitor, checking to see if Light's heartbeat increased, meaning he's waking up, or if it slowed down, meaning...
L groaned. All he wanted to do was make Light's hot dog taste weird, not kill the poor teen! How was he supposed to know Light would fall unconscious and hit his head on the concrete, possibly getting a concussion?! Sure, he was trying to convict Light of being Kira only a couple days ago, but that was totally different! Even if L proved himself right and sent Kira/Light to his deathbed!
L stood up next to Light's bed. He frowned, tilting his head and staring at the unconscious teen.
'This isn't my fault. It's not my fault that he might fall into a coma and die! This isn't my fault!' L yelled loudly in his head.
"Hey, L! I hear you killed somebody! Join the club!" a blonde mafia leader called, walking into Light's room.
L sighed. "I did not kill him, Mello." He thought for a second. "Who else is in this club?"
"Me, Kira, Beyond-,"
L jerked his head toward Mello. "Beyond's in this club?!"
Kira, he could handle being in a club with. Mello, he'd just bring extra chocolate bars. But Beyond?! Beyond Birthday?! No way in Hell could L handle that.
"I am sorry, Mello, but I must decline your invitation to this club of yours."
Mello snickered, deciding not to tell L that it's just an expression. Who didn't love playing tricks on the social recluse every once in a while?
"Aw, it's okay. You'd probably just eat all our sweets."
L perked up a little. "Sweets?"
"And fruits. Mainly apples. Who knew Kira had quirks, too? You'd think the self-proclaimed 'god of the new world' would be perfect. Kind'a like Light..." Mello trailed off, letting L think.
A second before L made the connection of Light and Kira and handcuffed and arrested him while he was still in bed, Mello picked up where he left off.
"Of course, Light isn't Kira, though. Light likes potato chips, not apples." If L gathered proof, or a witness, in this case, that Light was Kira, then Mello, Matt, and Near wouldn't come into the series! And don't forget Roger! Because we all just adore him.
The damn child hater...
"Yes, of course. Light-kun cannot be Kira..." L lied. He may not have evidence against Light but sometimes all you need is that gut feeling. L's head snapped up.
"Are you accusing me of being fat?!" L yelled to the ceiling.
"No! I can see your bones. Now shut up, L! I'm only supposed to be in the third chapter!" the narrator screamed back.
L scowled, looking back to Mello. He opened his mouth but then closed it at seeing Mello frozen and staring at the ceiling.
"L," Mello started cautiously. He looked back to L with wide eyes. "I think the ceiling just spoke to you."
He looked shocked, as if a talking roof was something unusual. Pfft, and he called L a social recluse.
L chuckled. "That was the narrator, Mello."
A look of realization made it's way on Mello's face.
"Of course! That has to be it. Thanks, L." Mello looked at him with a grateful smile. "I knew you'd be able to help me with this."
Mello stood up and started to walk out.
"What?" L said, obviously confused.
Mello chortled, sitting back in his seat. "I came here in the first place to ask you a serious question about me and Matt."
"Ah. What is your question then?"
"Well, I was on the internet reading some fanfics and almost all of the ones with me and Matt in them are yaoi lemons or fluff!"
Before Mello could continue, L stuck in the question, "What are 'yaoi lemons' and 'fluff?'"
"Yaoi lemons are two guys having sex and fluff is just cuddling or kissing or something like that. No big details."
L took a moment to think. "Fanfics." Mello nodded. "About you and Matt." Another nod. "In a relationship."
Mello nodded one more time before saying, "Yeah! They think I'm gay! I mean Matt, maybe, sure, but me? I'm a fucking Mafia leader! I blew up a building and survived! If that isn't manly then I don't know what is!"
L pondered for a second, looking at Mello. "...It's probably the leather..."
Mello's face dropped. Did L just call his leather gay?
"Leather is totally manly!"
"...Maybe you are gay."
"What are you talking about?!"
"For one, Mello, you just said 'totally.'"
Thoroughly pissed off, Mello stomped towards the door. He stopped in the doorway, turning around to face L.
"Well, they write fics about you being gay with Light!"
L fell out of his chair, stuttering out a, "W-what?!"
"It's probably the handcuffs!" Mello mocked before storming out of the room. Then a smack could be heard.
"Ow!" a voice came from down the hallway. Wait... Was that Matt?
"Matt! We're leaving! Get back in the car!" That was definitely Mello.
"Did you find the answer?" Matt asked worriedly. L could hear their entire conversation.
"He says it's my leather! My fucking leather!" Mello screamed.
"I told you! Ow!" It didn't take a genius to realize Mello hit the gamer again.
"Shut up, Matt! Get back in the car!"
"But I wanna see him! OW! Okay, geeze! BYE, L!" Matt yelled.
"Goodbye, Matt!" L yelled back.
He looked over to the reason he was in the hospital in the first place- Light- only to see the teen squirming a little, waking up. After all, who could sleep through Mello's yelling, comatose or not.
A Special Thanks to: YuzukiraBirthday actually gave me the idea for the question Mello had in this chapter from a conversation we had so I give her my thanks. She. Is. Awesome. Thanks, YuzukiraBirthday!
