A/N: I apologize for all the typos. I usually write the story then upload it before it's finished and work on it (because I used to be able to work on it at home), and that emits letters sometimes. Also, as I'm writing in school, sometimes I rush to get a sentence done before the end of class and I don't have time to double check things. I know that's no excuse, but… Again, sorry for the wait. With me only being able to work at school and all and Christmas break… Anyway, I think I'll be able to work on the next chapters at home.

Incident Ten: The Germophobe

The boy shivered. "It's so… dirty here…" He stretched his large latex gloves over his hands.

"Well, I hope you enjoy your stay here nonetheless, Yancy Clyde." Watari patted his shoulder and shooed him off to the other boys.

Watari's nephew was in town, as was his sister, but his sister had important business to attend to. This left Yancy Clyde (don't ask me who names their child that) in Watari's care for the afternoon. Yancy Clyde and his mother lived in a glorious mansion, and Yancy was, shall I say, a bit overly hygienic. He took seven baths a day, refused to use public restrooms, never ate at restaurants, wore latex gloves (except for when taking his baths, that would make the gloves unhygienic) and he never, I repeat NEVER, hung out with boys his age. They were way too dirty for his tastes. Now, however, poor Yancy had been flung into a social situation headfirst.

Heading off to wash his hands (he felt soiled just walking through the house), he of course had to pass by who else then the boy with horrible eating habits. L was scarfing down his most recent concoction: "Gummi Bears Prancing through the Marshmallow Ridden Fields of Vanillaicecreamtopia." Needless to say, there would definitely be a sticky residue left all over when the food (could you even call it that anymore?) was all gone.

Yancy Clyde gasped. "Drop the spoon, preferably unto a disinfecting wipe, now!! Stop riddling the table with your adhesive sugary worthlessness!!" He was shaking as he yelled with all the strength in his body.

L just laughed. "Worthlessness? I can understand the sugary, but WORTHLESSNESS? No no, small child, any delectable treat such as this could never hold no worth. Especially when you," L readied himself, "eat it!"

Before he could witness the horrifying sloppy eating, Yancy Clyde ran off down the hall, as fast as his tiny, paper-thin legs could carry him. He ran so far through the house that he got lost. The only ones he could find (well, they actually found him) were girls. Nice, clean, albeit frilly girls. They for some reason thought he was a girl as well.

"You look like a clean bunch of citizens… I'm Yancy Clyde…" He stated, out of breath.

"Nice to meet you, Nancy, now come with us to our tea party!" The girls lured him in with their promises of refinement. Yancy was too relieved to realize that they called him Nancy.

They brought him to their sickeningly pink room and sat him in a chair next to a blonde boy, who happened to be tied up and dressed to the occasion.

"STUPID GIRLS!! LEMME GO!!" Mello flailed helplessly. "My friends WILL find me, and you'll be going down!!"

Luna, leader of the girls, laughed. "Oh, poor baby… Is it really that bad to be cultured and drink tea?"

"Nope!" Yancy was in heaven. He took a sip of the tea in front of him.

Suddenly, Near broke through the door (L couldn't be bothered to help anyone; he was much too busy with his…uh…snack.). "How many times must I have to rescue you while you're wearing a dress?"

Mello growled. "It's not my fault! Now help me!" Near sighed and started to untie Mello.

Luna gasped. "What are you doing?? You can't do that!!"

Near sighed. "Well why not?"

"Uh… because I said so!"

It didn't seem to phase Near much. He rescued his "buddy", of course, he was snickering the whole time. Yancy Clyde, however, stayed with the girls.

When it was time for him to be picked up, Yancy was nowhere in sight.

His mother was furious. "Watari!! What did you do with my son?? What kind of orphanage are you running here??" Watari, amidst his sibling's ranting, was able to slip out the door and into the living room. He confronted the boys. "Alright, if you help me find my nephew, I promise I'll take everyone on a field trip, but it has to be quickly… I don't know how much longer I can hold my sister off…"

The boys gladly agreed. They gathered in SPK Headquarters. "Alright, sir! We need to find this kid, sir! The name for this mission will be called Operation: Germophobe, sir! Thanks go to L for naming it, sir!"

L pointed at a floor map of Wammy House. "Here's the plan. I last saw the target running through this corridor, and no one has seen him since."

Mello raised his hand. "Uh… actually…"

"I SAID NO ONE!!" L refused to be wrong. "Now, he's a scrawny boy, and I doubt he got much further after all the running he had been doing. Mello and Matt: You take this hall. Near and I will take this hall. As for the rest of you, well, I don't think it will matter much. Dismissed!"

Matt wasn't contributing to his "group" much. He was busy playing his newest game: Phoenix Wright.

Mello tried to rile him up. "Come on! We have to find him! Don't you want a field trip? I mean, we've been locked up inside this house forever…"

"Actually, I couldn't care less," Matt stated. He paused for a second. "Do you hear someone whimpering?"

The boys had been walking right by the toy room. Mello rushed inside and opened the toy chest. Inside was Yancy, wearing a dress and lipstick, in an incident reminiscent to what happened to Mello long ago…

Yancy Clyde burst into tears. "Get me out of here! There's dust and mold and bacteria everywhere!" Mello happily obliged and returned him to SPK Headquarters, then to Watari and his sister.

"Oh Yancy! I missed you so! I'm never letting you leave my side again!" Watari's sister hugged her son.

Yancy bawled. "I'm gonna go home and take like seven baths!"

It had been a long day, but the boys had another interesting day soon to come… one that included a field trip.