BeforeNote: I realize that I should have had this like last week, or something. My apologies! I'm sure you're all tired of hearing - well, reading - these stupid apologies, so I apologize for that as well. Anyways, today I'm at my tia's house, and she's letting me let her use her computer. Surprise surprise. Well, I've decided that, since I have a damn calendar/planner thing that is the size of a notebook, I should write down the deadlines for when the new chapters are due, and I've started doing just that. So, yay. Anyways, enjoy this chapter ;D. And thanks to those who reviewed, favorited, or alerted!
I apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes that were over-looked.
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, Dora, or any laundry facilities.
"Mello! What is the meaning of this?" L shouted at the four year old. After his morning shower, he had gone into his closet to look for a set of clean clothes. What he found, however, was a pile of chocolate covered white shirts and denim jeans. L was not happy about this in the least, so he went downstairs to find the blond devil, and ask him why the hell his chocolate had ended up in his clothes.
"Now now, Lawliet," Beyond said calmly to L, who had Mello by the wrist and was attempting to yell at him. In L's free hand were his ruined clothes, and what mysteriously looked like some of Beyond's black shirts. "What's wrong OH DEAR GOD WHAT THE HELL MELLO!" It turned out that Beyond's clothes were also ruined.
"Hey! Don't yell at my Melly-Bear!" said Matt, who seemed to appear out of nowhere. He had been doing that a lot lately, and quite frankly, the two adults were becoming a little worried.
"Melly-Bear?" Mello asked, confused and slightly disturbed. "Hey, where do you get off with calling me that girly name?" Mello was fuming now.
"Well," Matt began tentatively. "You're my Melly-Bear, aren't you?"
"Hell no."
"Language, mister," the two look-alike said in unison. Remembering that their clothes were ruined in chocolate, they began asking questions.
"Mello, why is your melted chocolate smeared on mine and Beyond's clothing?" L was trying to be patient, and if the blond didn't answer soon, he would snap. Thankfully, Beyond had taken a hold of his arm, the one that had previously held Mello's wrist hostage.
The blond seemed to be contemplating his answer, and soon gave an excuse. "I needed somewhere to hide my chocolate! I didn't want to get it taken away again!"
"So, you hid it in our clothes?" L was rubbing his temples now, willing the on-coming headache to disappear. "Wait, how did you even get in my room? I keep it locked and...wait. Beyond, what were your clothes doing in my closet in the first place?" He turned to Beyond, who was trying to hide a smirk, and failing.
Smiling sweetly, Beyond answered in his 'innocent' voice. "You see, Lawli-chan," he now was holding the other man's hand. "I've grown tired of sleeping in a room all by myself, so I have decided to move into your room."
"Beyond, you're a damn grown man. And, how did you get the key to my room?"
The red-eyed man was now grinning evilly, and looking damn proud of himself. "Remember, a few days ago, when the incident with Near happened, and after the doctor left we went into the kitchen?"
Gulping, L was beginning to get an idea of where this was going.
"While I was comforting you," Beyond continued, "I slipped my hand into your back pocket, and retrieved your room key."
"Hmm, I thought I felt something weird." That was all L could say as he pulled his hand away from Beyond's, not even mad about the fact that Beyond had snuck his hand into his back pocket...where his butt was. "Well, now we have to wash our clothes."
"Yes we do. Come now, children. We're going to the laundromat." Beyond began gathering the toddlers, including Near, who had, like Matt, come out of nowhere.
"I have a washer and dryer here," L said, somewhat frightened at the fact that he would have to go a public cleaning place, where millions of other toddlers had most likely been. "Why don't we just use mine?"
"Because, L, you are a social retard. You need to go out and interact with the public, and make some friends."
"But, I have friends."
"Old men don't count."
Defeatedly, L began packing the dirty clothes into a laundry basket, one that had wheels. Yes, L was extremely lazy. "Beyond, would you mind driving?
"Certainly," his doppelganger answered, all to happily.
The two men buckled the children in their booster seats, secured the hamper-on-wheels in the trunk, and sped off to the laundromat.
To say that the two men did not have a hard time at the laundromat would be an absolute lie.
For the life of him, L could not figure out how to work out the washing machine, or the drying machines. They were completely different from own, because, his own were voice operated. Usually, all he had to do was put in his laundry, close the lid, and the machine would do the rest. Unfortunately, these machines were the less expensive ones, and L's threatening commands were of no use. And if that wasn't bad enough, he had to suffer alone, because Beyond had taken the three children next door to the doughnut shop to buy them a treat.
At long last, the four returned with their doughnuts and chocolate milk.
One look at the sight before him, and Beyond facepalmed.
"L, what in the Hell are you doing?" Beyond was greeted with the scene of L raising his foot, getting ready to kick the machine into cooperative business. Shooing the children away so he could have a talk with the supposedly intelligent detective, Beyond walked over to said man and repeated his question. L answered with a simple, "I'm beating it into submission."
Beyond's face was palmed once more. "Dammit, L. Don't you have any common sense?"
"Common sense would be if you're walking down the street and there was a giant brick wall in your line of walking, you would walk around the wall, because that's what common sense would say," L responded sarcastically. Beyond only rolled his eyes, and showed L how to properly prepare the laundry.
After that boring task, L asked where the children were, and Beyond pointed a long, bony finger in the south direction of the building. L turned to where his doppelganger was pointing, and sighed. Over by the south wall, Mello was running away from Matt, and Near was following behind Matt, his chubby fingers trying desperately to grasp the back of the redhead's shirt.
Having had enough chaos for one day, L went to try to catch the three children. About a half-hour passed before he was able to scoop up all three of them and set them down on a wooden bench in front of a crappy television. "Stay here, and don't move," L commanded, and left to go watch Beyond put the clean laundry in a dryer.
"Alright then, L," began Beyond, with the intention of showing the 'world's greatest detective' how to operate a dryer. "The dryer is not voice operated either, so after depositing the wet clothes in, you add a softener, close the lid, put in the quarters and press the on button."
Strongly resisting the urge to roll his eyes, L merely nodded his head full of ruffled black hair, and leaned against the counter to await more directions from the jam-lover.
Honestly, Beyond spoke to him as if he were a child.
Speaking of children, the three that had been assigned to them were not making any noise, which was strange, because when he left them on the bench, they were loudly arguing with each other and complaining about the Dora cartoons.
Now, they were almost dead silent. The raven-haired man set out to look for them once again, and this time, it didn't take so long. Upon finding the children, he was almost too shocked for words.
L had found Near in a bottom dryer by the west wall, door closed, with Mello about to push the 'On' button. Mello noticed L, and immediately opened the dryer door to let the youngest out. Near didn't even seem phased by the whole happening
"Mello, why did you put Near in the dryer?" L asked, very annoyed, and with a headache about to hammer his brain away.
"I wanted to see if cotton balls would fall apart." Mello answered, almost innocently. Next to him, Matt was trying very hard not to laugh.
"I think it's time to leave," and L scooped up the three once again, took them to the car, strapped them in nice and tight, and went back inside to let Beyond know that he would be waiting in the vehicle. However, Beyond seemed to take notice, and waved him off.
Not more than five minutes later, Beyond had piled the finished laundry into the backseat, and drove back to the house.
L was tense the whole car ride, and Beyond had decided that that would have to be fixed later on that night.
AfterNote: So, how was it? Again, I'm sorry it's late. Job interviews are really...meh. Anyways, if you're a fan of Hell Girl, read my profile, 'cause I've really been thinking about doing a crossover with Death Note and Hell Girl. Good idea? Bad? Anyways, heh.
