…An update? Really?!

Oh my Raito, you guys really are the best you know that? I want you to pat yourselves on the back. Also, Vera-sama and TsumikoHan, this chapter is dedicated to you guys. Vera-sama because you review for a lot of my stuff C: and TsumikoHan because you caught the 'Tenth Kingdom reference in the last chapter.

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Watari, it turned out, was a speed demon.

They flew down the highway, passing many people and having many shout at the old man to do some very bad things Raito just didn't want to mention.

Because that would be a bad mental image.

The law student tore his eyes away from the road, imagining himself spread over the pavement in a rather unappetizing Raito-pancake, and let his gaze land on his (even if L didn't know that he was Raito's) neko.

L was playing with the frayed ends of Matt's old shirt; his tail swished by his skinny shoulder (which was slightly uncovered thanks to the large scoop neck of Matt's shirt, Raito dully noted.)

Maybe Raito was brooding, but as he looked at the neko (who looked bored with Watari's speedy antics) he felt this overwhelming sadness because the neko couldn't remember him. But that's just stupid…Raito sighed in his head, staring at the neko's spidery hands. L…he's not real, or not human anyway. Jeez, look at me, getting worked up over this…it'll be fine; Watari will fix L and everything will be fine.

"Yagami-kun?" Raito looked up to the rearview mirror where Watari's be-speckled gaze scrutinized him. "Where you angsting?"

Raito grinned awkwardly, and mentally sweat dropped. When did he let himself get caught up in thought like that? "Uh…no Watari-san, I was just thinking."

The old man replied with a soft 'hm'.

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This boy was intriguing, to say the least.

L looked over at the young man that sat to his right from behind a fringe of black. His fingers curled around his slightly fuzzy tail and his ears drooped in thought. Who was he? The neko tried to dig into his memory banks, but his efforts came up fruitless.

L sighed lightly, and tugged a bit too hard on his tail. He squeaked softly in shocked pain, soft enough that he didn't think anybody heard, but with a light blush, the neko watched as the person took his worrying hands away from his tail. The neko looked up into the male's honey eyes, and something of familiarity tickled at his 'brain'.

"Don't do that." The person murmured, not letting go of the neko's hands. L felt his blush spread over his cheeks to the tips of his 'human' ears.

"O-okay…?" L was confused; why would this person do something like that?

The car lurched and loud car horns followed them as they merged onto a different road. L paled and sighed, remembering why he never let Watari drive him anywhere. Wait, the neko thought, glancing down at his hands still clasped within the male's, why is it that I can remember Watari…but not…? Grr, I don't even remember his name!

"Watari, er, can you please slow down?" L asked, once more glancing up at the auburn haired youth who looked positively green. "I think you're making…um, him sick."

"STOP THE CAR!" The male yelled, causing the old inventor to slam hard on his breaks. The law student practically jumped out of the backseat and onto the side of the road. L cringed when he heard the male empty his stomach. Ew.

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Raito couldn't see how people could purge themselves, even if they had a mental disease. He spit out the McDonalds sink water and tried to clean out his nose for…what, the seventh time?!

Ugh, he hated that he was so easily car sick as well.

Looking once more into the streaked mirror (streaked with what Raito really didn't want to know) and fixed his mussed hair. God, why make a man this pretty? The law student grinned into the mirror, and then frowned. Ugh, God…why make this man have such a weak stomach?

He pushed the swing-back door and walked into the bustling 'dinning room' area of the McDonalds. He spotted Watari and L easily (seeing as, there was only one neko in the restaurant, and the fact that you probably could spot L anywhere); L was downing his seventh ice-cream cone whilst Watari primly picked at his parfait.

L looked up from his cone, his cheeks full of the cold, dairy delight, and swallowed the treat quickly. "Um-um R-Raito-san (yeah that's it); taste this!" The neko held up a plastic spoon covered in half-way melted vanilla/strawberry ice-cream. Raito pushed the treat away and gestured toward the parking lot.

"No thanks, L, we actually need to leave." Watari nodded wordlessly at the youth, placing his almost untouched parfait onto the brown plastic tray. L pouted lightly, and cast the empty bowls a forlorn look. Till we meet again ice-creams…Raito could practically hear L sigh.

Now. He needed L fixed now.

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Watari looked around the law student's meticulously clean apartment in slight wonder. HE HAD NEVER SEEN SUCH BEAUTIFUL DRAPES!

The inventor snorted at his thoughts and set the red tackle box onto the carpeted floor. He looked over his shoulder at the youth and at the neko who were busily trying not to be so awkward. Ah, the youth of today. Watari thought fondly, and chuckled softly to himself.

L sighed and sat on the floor. "I'm bored." He said after no one paid any attention to him for more than ten seconds. Raito shut the door behind him and looked up at Watari.

The old man nodded and squatted down to the neko's height. L turned his owlish eyes to the old man before Watari pressed a spot on his neck that made his eyes go blank. Raito's mouth dropped open as the old man simply closed L's eyes and sat him on top of the coffee table.

"What-what did you do?" Raito asked dumbly. Watari chuckled and opened the red tackle box.

"I merely shut him down; don't worry, Yagami-kun, it'll be like he just took a nap. He'll wake up..." The inventor held up a screwdriver, "Hopefully."

"WHAAT!?"

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The grey-haired man looked up from the 'sleeping' neko. Raito twitched a bit under his gaze, and finally decided that it was best for him to set his hands on his lap. Watari twirled a screwdriver in between two fingers, before setting the tool on the carpeted floor. "Well, everything is done…but…there is something that I should tell you, Yagami-kun…" Raito made a small grunting noise in the back of his throat.

"Yeah?"

"Well…" The old man began, petting his mustache of epic proportions with one wrinkly finger. "For the chip to activate so L would become your servant again…you have to…erm, how do I put this delicately without sounding like a perverted old man…?" Raito's eye twitched as Watari mused out loud to himself.

"Well…?!" Watari stood and popped his old legs. He swept away any imaginary creases that may have rumpled his starched black pants. Raito's foot began to tap.

"…Yagami-san, you must have sex with L, or else he won't remember that you were ever his master."

Raito's eyes went wide as the man merely offered him an awkward mustached smile. The neko stirred behind the scientist, and soon he sat up from the coffee table that served as an 'operating' table. L yawned cutely, and rubbed at one owlish eye. Watari turned to L. "Good morning, L." L's eyes darted up to his maker's face, and he offered a small surprised smile.

"Watari!" The neko turned from the old man, and looked at Raito with confused eyes. His black ears perked up, and then flattened against his head; he hid behind Watari's black pants, a light pink blush spreading across his pale cheeks. "Raito-san?" He asked.

Raito honestly felt like crying in pure fan girlish (boyish?) joy.

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Nerr…

YAY! L REMEMBERS RAITO…sort of.

He doesn't remember that they did naughty things, though; he's like a virgin (aw)…touched for the very first time…-snort-

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