Title: The Fundamentals of Family
Chapter Eleven: Those Oh-So-Special Days In Between
L was quite sure he was either high, or Hell was finally freezing over.
At first, the dark-haired artist thought he was just hearing things.
But then... the lilting noise tickling his ears began to get louder...
And... bouncier.
Turning his head to the side, L then finally had to concede to the fact that yes... Raito was indeed humming.
Raito was humming, damn it.
Now, normally L could deal with a great many things when it came to Raito. The boy himself was a living advertisement for a myriad of prescription drugs, after all, and that was before you added in all of his abnormal compulsions and strange penchants for completely unhealthy habits and awkward way of drawing in the most strangest of people (his relationship with L topping the list, of course).
But… this?
Birds were actually chirping around his lover while the looming sun hanging within the clear blue sky burned eagerly behind his elegantly straight form, eyes bright with elation as that creepy ass smile only became all the larger.
This was just downright weird.
"… … Raito-kun looks different now." L stated as both men left the orphanage after setting up another appointment for two weeks from then, a fair amount of paperwork in each hand. Their car sat a good three feet away from then, also shining as vibrantly as Raito himself.
L was really starting to get creeped-out, now.
Raito shrugged as he grinned brightly, making the elder artist all the more suspicious. "In fact, Raito-kun looks downright radiant. Why is Raito-kun so cheerful all of the sudden?"
"Why shouldn't I be cheerful?" Raito snapped back, eyes still alight with his abnormally joyful disposition. "Aren't I allowed to be happy once in awhile?"
"If it were anyone else, I would say yes," L muttered, glancing back over his shoulder as the distance between them and the orphanage thankfully became all the longer. "But considering it is Raito-kun asking the question, I think I have a right to be perturbed."
"What's that supposed to mean?!"
Ignoring the question at hand, L jumped into the driver's seat, not even blinking as the other's smile had not even dropped at the slightly appalled exclamation, making L believe all the more that Raito had lost his damn mind.
"It doesn't matter, because…" Raito sighed before taking L's hand before he could turn on the ignition and settle his other hand over the wheel, eyes catching the other's in a clash of ebony and sepia. "I want to tell you that I've finally made my choice."
"I see…" The dark-haired artist felt himself gulp as the smile on Raito's face did not drop in the least. "Who is it that Raito has decided on then?"
"Well…"
SLAM!
Raito swiped the hair away from his face as L slammed the door behind them, the smile that had previously been gracing his lips was now nothing more than a memory as he snarled at his lover, who actually looked as if he were going to vomit.
"You are being so unreasonable about this! I feel like I've honestly put myself on the line, and you've shot me down before I could even try to-"
"Raito-kun, I think that just one child would be a challenge for us," L interrupted the fuming brunette, eyes narrowing as he rubbed the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb. "Three would just be suicide."
"We could do it." Raito pouted, trying to gain some advantage through his cute face. "You know that when I put my mind to things, that they get done. Those three boys need something to grasp onto, and that crazy orphanage is not it!"
"I am not someone to deny you a lot of things, Raito, but on this, I will just have to say no." L unfolded himself (ignoring the crack in his back as he did so) and gave the other artist a solid glare. "It will be either one or none."
"Really?" Raito crossed his arms against his chest, eyes narrowing in unbridled rage. "Says who?"
"Raito…"
"I bend over backwards making sure that you're happy, and that you have everything you want, and more than anything else, that you have all of me." L actually felt his eye twitch as Raito leaned in closer, now quite sure that this would not be ending peacefully. "Out of the two of us, I am quite sure that I'm the one that puts the most in this relationship, and I think that the only reason you don't want to take in these three kids, and why you have been acting like such a complete douche-bag this past month and a half, is because you realize that if I take in these kids, even if one, you'll have to actually mentally grow up a couple years and become just a tad bit more independent off of me."
L resisted the itch to squirm uncomfortably where he stood, "That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard."
"I've known you for almost two years, L, and even on the worst of days have I never seen you act like such an asshole." Raito felt his eyes become clouded as his stance took on a much more defeated slate. "Can't you just do this one thing for me without fighting me the whole way through? Honestly?"
"I would gladly heed to Raito's request if it were reasonable."
"I'm being entirely reasonable, I think!"
"Yes, Raito thinks so, of course. Because whateverRaito says and believes, must be true and entirely reasonable."
"Don't you dare take that sarcastic tone with me, L Lawliet!"
"Then Raito must stop acting as if he knows better than me and at least try to compromise about this!"
"There is nothing to compromise! I want these kids, and I'm going to get them, damn it!"
"Raito does has neither the means nor the patience to deal with such children, and he is being completely immature
"Oh, I'm being immature, am I?! You're the one who doesn't seem to realize that you're not the only one in this relationship! It's always your way or the highway, and quite frankly, I'm not going to take it anymore!"
"RAITO-KUN WISHES TO ADOPT THREE BRATS FROM HELL AND HAVE THEM INFECT OUR HOME WITH THERE PSYCHOSIS, AND I AM NOT ALLOWED TO BE THE LEAST BIT BOTHERED BY THIS FACT?!" Ignoring the look of shock on his boyfriend's face as his voice actually raised above the volume of 'muttering-status', L cleared his throat and turned around, ready to slouch his way into the kitchen-
"If that's how you want to play it, then fine. Two weeks, L." The 24-year-old brunette cut out smoothly, the shock that had been running through his core not even seconds before not evident in the least.
"What does Raito-kun mean by that?" L couldn't help but ask, the spark of fiery anger slowly being smothered away as a small bit of fear began to douse it and blanket over the usually emotionless artist.
"I am going to give you the two weeks we have until our appointment to change your mind, L Lawliet, and if you don't... you will rue the day that you did not yield to this, L!" Raito waved his fist into the air before turning around and stomping up the stairs, not noticing the fleeting look of panic settled over L's dark eyes.
"Raito, can't we speak of this without shou-"
"RUE IT!"
DOUBLE SLAM!
L sweat dropped as he turned away from the kitchen and plopped down on the couch, letting his head drop into his open hands.
'This does not bode well for me for the next two weeks…'
Day One: Dead Silence
L blinked as he crept into the kitchen, the complete silence of the room unnerving even to a person like him, whom before he was settled with someone as loud and bordering on obnoxious like Raito, had been accustomed to such quiet.
"Raito?"
A head full of clean cut mocha-brown locks barely twitched as Raito moved about the kitchen in flurry of activity, flying from the refrigerator to the stove without moving back to even acknowledge the other man standing just a little bit behind him.
"Raito-kun?"
Still, nothing.
"Raiiiiitttoooo…"
Not even a glance in his direction.
L felt himself sigh as he walked out of the kitchen.
This was going to be a rough couple of weeks.
Day Two: … … Even MORE Dead Silence
"I heard from Aizawa that a place in New York wants to set up an exhibit for my work." L stated as Raito, still completely silent, strolled past him in a casual pair of jeans (which for Raito, meant hellishly tight) and a light pink designer shirt (which for Raito, meant fitted to the 3rd degree), ready for a day out in the town. "I told Aizawa that unless he himself was personally seeing to the shipments and the exhibit itself, to decline. He then proceeded to call me crazy… and I'm pretty sure that his afro put in a word or two as well."
Still nothing, even after an insult in Aizawa's afro's direction.
This was most definitely getting to be serious.
And L didn't like it one bit.
"Is Raito-kun going to not say anything at all for the next two weeks?" L quipped, expecting the other to at least say something to him at this point.
Raito didn't even shrug as he walked over towards their closet and grabbed his leather jacket, pulling it over his shoulders in one smooth movement.
"I must thank Raito-kun for the small reprieve. I'll at least be able to hear myself think for the next two weeks."
Raito brushed some hair aside as he stood in front of the mirror that sat just a bit away from their door, his eyes not betraying a look of rage or indignation as his face was then expected for any flaws.
L had to bristle internally as the continuous lack of attention on his lover's part was now officially beginning to get to him.
Not even a twitch in anger, for god's sakes!
L sighed as Raito moved passed him and out the door in a flurry of denim and leather.
Did L say these two weeks were going to be really rough?
'I think I may have understated the harshness the next two weeks have to offer just a tiny bit.'
One thing L was certainly going to learn about the living sex-dream that was his lover…
Armageddon along with Hell, Fire and Brimstone had NOTHING on Raito when you pissed him off the right way.
And L was on a one-way ride down on the Raito-Crazy-Train…
Day Three: Obsessive-Compulsive Fits of Neurotic-ness… JUST FOR YOU!
Ok, L could admit when he was wrong, as long as he didn't have to admit out loud.
The silence had been annoying, yes, but actually very tolerable compared to... this.
"I wonder if I left them upstairs… No, I distinctly remember bringing them downstairs earlier."
The silence, apparently, was no longer a problem.
But that certainly didn't mean that Raito was in any way done with his… fun-time.
"Damn it, where the hell did I put my damn shoes?! I know I had them by the door just an hour ago!" Raito screeched as he walked around piles and piles of both his and L's combined junk now lying in the middle of their living room, having nearly destroyed their apartment from the ground up in an effort to 're-organize' their home.
L certainly knew when he was being tortured.
"Shoes, where are you, shoes…"
He just didn't expect Raito to be so obvious about it.
"Oh well. Not like I have anywhere to be." Raito replied obviously to himselfas he sat down right in the middle of the mess and grabbed the garbage bag that lay behind him in one swift motion. Grabbing the first item he saw, Raito began his assault. "So... We don't need this-"
L's favorite DVD
"Or this-"
L's favorite cookie recipe
"Or this-"
L's secret stash of chocolate coins
"Or this-"
L's lucky pair of mittens
"Oh, we most definitely don't need this-"
L's collection of gag balls
"Or-wait." Raito blinked as he stared at the glossy cover of the magazine before turning to L with a rather sour look on his face. Holding up the cover so that L could see, the older of the two felt the grin split across his lips before it even formed. "What the hell, L?"
"… … … Who doesn't love them some 'Sexy Raito-Sama all the Time!'?" L smirked, glad to finally have some of his lover's attention on him after two days of constant silence. "Mikami at least knew how to get one thing right, and that is just what angle is most delectable when it comes to your as-"
"DAMN IT, YOU DON'T NEED A DAMN MAGAZINE! YOU ALREADY HAVE ME ALL THE TIME!" Raito slammed the magazine on the floor before standing up, looking ready to beat the living hell out of his instigating boyfriend.
"Not from what that magazine says, I don't."
CRASH!
L felt the top of his head as the lump seemed to pulse angrily in pain, a simple testament of just how crazy his lover could get in his little fits of temper-tude.
Well…
At least it was a step in the right direction, right?
Day Four: Temper Tantrums and Self-Isolation, Anyone?
No.
No, it wasn't.
"Raito, please, I am simply asking whether or not you remembered to buy the-"
"OF COURSE! IT'S ALWAYS ABOUT WHAT RAITO DID OR DIDN'T DO RIGHT?! RIGHT?! YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ANYTHING I HAVE TO SAY, AND ALL YOU WANT TO DO IS HAVE SEX ALL THE TIME AND DO WEIRD THINGS TO MY BODY AND IGNORE MY NEEDS! DAMN YOUR SODA, DAMN YOUR SEXUAL APPETITE, AND DAMN YOU MOST OF ALL, RYUUZAKI!" Raito shouted before his eyes began tearing up, face crumbling as they both stood within the hallway leading intotheir apartment before he flounced inside, leaving L alone with a dozen of glaring tenants looking as if he were the worst man alive.
One small child actually looked as if they wanted to beat the living pulp out of him.
"Uh…"
"Is there anymore cake left from yesterday, Raito-kun?"
"NO, THERE ISN'T ANYMORE CAKE LEFT, YOU JACK-ASS! WHY IS IT THAT YOU SEEM TO LOVE SWEETS MORE THAN YOU LOVE ME?!
L blinked as Raito ran past him and dropped himself onto the couch crying his eyes out.
"Uh…"
"Does Raito-kun know where the remote control is?"
"WHY DO WE ALWAYS HAVE TO WATCH WHAT YOU WANT TO WATCH?! I KNOW WHEN I'M NOT WANTED, DAMN IT!"
L felt the piece of brownie he'd been chewing drop out of his mouth as Raito sobbed his way up the stairs and into their bathroom, the remote-control still nestled between the cushions of the couch.
"Uh…"
"Is Raito-kun alright in there?"
The dark-haired nervous wreck that was L leaned against the bathroom door as he heard Raito crying, wishing that he could do something to stop the barrage of tears… if only for his sanity.
Which didn't seem to be willing to walk out these two weeks with him, damn it.
"I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!"
"… … Is Raito-kun sure?"
L almost fell over as the door was ripped open, a tear-stained Raito glaring at him with red-rimmed eyes and inflamed cheeks.
It would have been cute if L hadn't been scared for his life.
"ARE YOU DEAF?! I SAID I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT! I JUST NEED SOME SPACE YOU… YOU UNGRATEFUL ASS!"
Rushing past a once again shocked L, Raito threw himself into their room at the end of the large hallway and locked the door, leaving L without a bed for the night.
Though with the way Raito was acting, he was quite alright with that.
"Uh… Huh…" L scratched his head before heading down the stairs. "I think I need a drink."
Day Five: Violent Outbursts… 'Nough said.
"Raito?"
L cautiously peeked into their now open bedroom, the morning's beams of light pouring in from their beautifully decorated windows to create an ambient setting that the 31-year-old artist hadn't seen in nearly a week.
"Raito?" The ebony-eyed man tried once again as he actually entered the room, wondering if his lover had perhaps snapped and just jumped out of one of the windows without him noticing last night whilst he was watching TV on the couch. "Raito, are you-"
"GRAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!"
RACKET-SWIPE!
"AH!"
RACKET-SWIPE!
"RAITO-KUN, MAY I ASK AS TO WHY YOU ARE ATTACKING ME WITH A DAMN TENNIS RACKET WRAPPED IN BARB-WIRE?!"
DOUBLE-RACKET-SWIPE!
"GET OUT OF THE ROOM AND STAY OUT, YOU HORRIBLE EXCUSE FOR A BOYFRIEND! I JUST WANT TO BE ALLOOOOOOOOONNNEEE!"
Not waiting for a reason as to why he should leave his own room when the door had been wide open in invitation, L simply did what any sane man would do and got the hell out of there.
SLAM!
"AND STAY OUT!"
L felt himself sigh as he thought of the brandy bottle waiting downstairs for him.
"Damn it, Raito-kun…"
Day Six: NO SEX FOR YOU!
"Raito…"
"NO!"
L clutched onto his pillow as Raito rolled over and turned off the light, the darkness nearly suffocating as the tension within the large bedroom rose with it.
'Woe.'
Day Seven: WHY GOD, WHY?! WHHHHYYYYYY! … … Ohh, cake.
"Oh my God… that's… so… sad… that's… real… love…"
"Our love is like the wind…"
L held in a sigh as Raito clutched onto his shoulder, sobbing his poor little heart out.
How did he get into this predicament, you ask?
"I can't see it, but I can feel it."
At this point, L didn't even know himself.
"Oh my god, why does true love have to be so painful to watch?! WHY DO THE GOOD HAVE TO DIE SO YOUNG?! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE?! WHY CAN'T WE ALL JUST GET ALONG?!"
L held in a shudder as Raito blew his nose on his shirt, wondering just howhe was going to get from Raito's near-strangling embrace to his cake sitting right on the living room table. L sweat dropped as Raito began to jump around in his seat, legs and arms flapped around in the air in a fit of excitement.
"WHYYYYYY?!"
L watched as his cake met the floor with one good swipe of Raito's flailing limbs.
'Why indeed.'
Day Eight: Zombie-Mode AHOY!
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
L sighed as he quietly slammed his head against the refrigerator, wondering just how long he would have before Raito's crazy infected his stratosphere.
Halting in his head-bashing, L blinked away his blurred vision in an attempt to steady his steps as he swayed into the living room. Knowing that he was probably walking into another Raito-Death-Trap in the making, L gave a quick prayer to whatever god there was and limped into the other room.
The silence.
L kind of welcomed the silence at this point.
"Raito-kun?"
Annnnnd, there went L's mouth opening before he could actually think.
Joy.
When no blurs of beige and sepia came spiraling out of nowhere, L fully entered the large room, scratching his head as Raito's form was found sprawled out on the couch, eyes trained above him as they burned holes into the ceiling.
That poor, poor ceiling.
"Raito?" L tried again, now more worried than anything at the other's completely still figure. "Raito are you alright?"
Looking as if he were sleeping with his eyes open (which even to L was impressive), Raito barely twitched as the older of the two flicked the end of his nose.
"Raito?"
Shrugging off the other's quiet demeanor and slightly drunk-esque visage, L jumped on the other side of the couch and grabbed the remote, glad for at least one day of relaxation. Picking his legs up, L lay his bare (and quite gross looking, if truth be told) feet on Raito's stomach, yawning as he closed his eyes and listened to the theme song of Spongebob Squarepants.
"Who lives in a Pineapple under the sea?!"
"Oh, Spongebob… how I've missed you so."
"SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!"
"Oh, yes indeed…"
Day Nine: Why Are There Stick-Figures Everywhere?!
"And this one goes here, and this one most definitely goes here…"
L didn't want to look.
Damn it, he really didn't want to look.
But…
When there were random pictures of little cute families in different varieties of drawing styles posted up all over the walls, it was pretty hard not to see, even with his eyes closed. They were being implanted in his brain for the love of all that's sexy!
Yet, it was the multiple drawings of stick figures that took the cake, damn it.
Three little stick figures, all with defining hair-cuts, so that L would know just exactly who was who. Two larger figures, one with a cute little coiffed hair-style, sat holding the smallest stick figure in a sort of hug as the other stick figure with completely wild hair hugged the two other kids.
It made something within the pit of the obsidian-eyed artist's stomach tingle pleasantly as he stroked the smooth piece of paper with thin pale hand…
Raito had infected his brain, damn it.
Pretty soon… he'd be just as psychotic as his lover was.
"Raito-kun, should I just leave now?"
Raito ignored him as he continued to draw his pictures, completely lost in his own little world.
L totally took that as a yes.
Day Ten: Don't Try This At Home, Peeps.
"Oh my God, Raito what the FU-"
L had little to no time to react as whiz of full-on crazy-Raito crashed into him and speared him down the stairs, for two seconds actually flying mid-air…
CRASH!
Before hitting the hardwood floor with a rather sickening crack, L wondered for a second if Karma was somehow biting him in the ass for all those years of solitude and inappropriate fantasies including cake, frosting and tiny baby donkeys named Billy.
And then L blacked out, pretty sure he was going to beat the crap out of Raito tomorrow when he woke the hell up.
Day Eleven: GOING OUT OF MY MIND!
"Rai-tooooo…"
"NO!"
L dropped his head back on the pillow as he lay alone and forgotten on his side of the bed. Giving Raito a glare, he had to ask.
"Then when-"
"When you can admit your wrong, not the only person in this universe with needs and are just plain annoying to live with on so many levels," Raito muttered as he moved to turn off the light, rubbing one of his eyes with the back of his other hand. "Then I'll have sex with you again. Otherwise, good luck with that."
L almost threw his pillow at his cute little sex pot as the brunette smirked laughingly over his shoulder before the lights went out and they were once again drenched in darkness.
Double damn.
Day Twelve: Losing It, Losing It, Losing It!
He was still glaring at him.
REALLY, really glaring at him.
This passed Raito's normal death glares and just went on a whole new level of glare-age altogether.
And if that weren't enough to throw the usually bored artist off kilter, Raito was washing the damn dishes while doing so.
Well, people could say a lot of things about the neurotic 24-year-old, but no one could insult his awesome multi-tasking skills, that was for sure.
'It probably won't be an all day thing… Nobody can stay that angry for more than a short while at a time, right?'
L looked up from his book, eyes hurting from the hour and a half of constant reading.
Raito's eye twitched as the glare didn't lessen in the least, mopping the floor rather viciously as he did so.
Wrong-o, then.
Licking the frosting off of his cupcake, the pasty-skinned artist blinked as Raito polished the table angrily.
Really, if Raito wasn't so damn scary looking when he was angry, he'd be kind of cute.
In a completely psychotic, I-Really-Want-To-Kill-You Kind of way, of course.
The glare didn't slip off his face as Raito moved from polishing the table to polishing the kitchen counter.
He really had to tell him how did that, later…
Stepping out of the bathroom, L patted his hands against the rough denim of his jeans as he glanced over at the man sweeping the floor…
And still glaring at him.
L sighed, wondering if he would ever catch a break.
Wrong once again.
It seemed L's streak for being wrong this week was running up into the triple digits.
It also seemed that L did not know just how deep Raito could hold a grudge.
And that's when L realized…
He was being schooled.
Raito amped up his level of death-age in his death glare to unknown levels as he folded the laundry, not faltering for even a moment.
And he was being schooled bad.
Oh, the horror.
Day Thirteen: Whatever Happened To The Good Ol' Days?!
"I'm not going to have this conversation with you again." Raito stared at the wall in front of him, eyes narrowed in justifiable anger. "It leads to nowhere, and I just become unnecessarily mad whenever you say anything about this, so pick something else to talk about, Lawliet."
"Raito-kun speaks of my immaturity, and yet he does not wish to listen to me at all."
"In this case, there is no compromise. No agreements. No concessions. I want this. I'm going to have it. End. Of. Story."
"What the hell happened, Raito?" L muttered as he sat on the far-end of the bed, head within his hands. "We used to have fun…"
"You used to have fun. You used to be the one taking it all in stride. Damn it, you used to be the one that chased after me and wanted to make something of nothing. I gave, L. You took. And I didn't say a thing, because I was happy with that. But not anymore." The other man within the room interrupted, sitting on the other side of the bed. "Don't you realize just how much you've actually gotten out of this relationship?"
"If this relationship has been so horrible, why is Raito still a part of it then?! I just do not understand what Raito has to complain about!" The dark-haired painter threw his head back as he slouched back against the soft mattress beneath him, tired of the arguing, the glares, the craziness, the mood-swings, the random bursts of violence…
Just all of it.
"You're still not listening. You're still just… wasting my time." Raito whispered as he got up and left L to his own devices. "If I have to explain… maybe this really isn't worth it at all."
As L watched his usual bundle of neurotic sunshine walk out the door, the air of defeat around him clouding his lungs with a heavy smog of disappointment. Running a hand down his face, the dark-haired artist closed his eyes as he smiled sadly to himself.
'Of course, Raito…'
Day Fourteen: God Damn it, Raito FINALLY Pwns All.
"So… about last night."
Raito said nothing as he placed the last dish on the rack, glancing over his shoulder as L shuffled about the kitchen entrance, clearly looking even more drained than usual.
"I… suppose… it wouldn't be too bad to have them here."
"You're not just saying that because of what I said, are you?" The brunette sighed as he turned back around.
"If that were the case, Raito knows I would not have said anything at all." L hobbled closer to the still slighted cinnamon-eyed man, hoping for more than just another argument. "As long as we set up rules for them to follow, then I… nolongeropposetheirstayhere."
"I'm going to ask one more time, because once you answer, you can't take this back, L." Tanned hands clung around the edges of the kitchen sink, turning a translucent pale color against the golden tan pigment of the man's skin. "Are you sure?"
L sighed before shambling around the large kitchen table and staring at Raito's feet.
"… … … Yes. I… am sure."
The grin on Raito's face was all L saw before a bundle of supple skin, soft cloth and glossy hair jumped on top of the sloppy artist, toppling him on the ground in a fit of joy.
"I told you I'd make you rue the day." Raito chuckled as L tightened his grip, the dark circles under his eyes all the more prominent as the exhaustion from the last two weeks was clearly evident on his face. "I guess that means my crazy over powers your crazy any day of the week, huh?"
"Oh Raito… I used to wonder why strange people were so magnetized to your presence." L ruffled the man's perfect hair as he muffled his grin behind the other's shoulder. "Now I just realize that it's only because you were the craziest of us all."
"HEY!"
"I only speak the truth, Raito-kun! Don't you think I've been tortured enough without feeling the need to add to amount of traumatizing ordeal?!"
Raito sighed (knowing quite well that he had indeed been extraordinarily harsh with the stupid pervert, yet still not caring in the least) before hiding his own grin against the crook of L's neck.
He had missed this much more than he would have liked to admit.
"… … … … … So does this mean we can do the sex now?"
Raito-Super-Face-Palm.
Or maybe not.
Oh, L. It figures that after two weeks of Crazy!Raito, the first thing you would want to do is the nasty.
You silly pervert, you. Lol.
Quote from movie in this chapter is taken from "A Walk to Remember", which is the only thing, other than the Spongebob theme song of course, that I can't take credit for. ^.^ There are other references (there always are!) but those are there for the pro's to figure out. Try that on for size, Captain Planet. Lol. Though, just for yuks, this chappie does make me wonder how both L and Raito ended up watching such a sappy movie... hm...
This was fun to write. Lol. Usually the fun one's are the really funny one's, and I think (personally, anyway) I've become very attached to this chapter. Yay for Crazy!Raito! I think he deserves a good break down after all the crap I made him put up with in DH. Now L has to deal with all the unending fail-age from here on in! XD Uh... hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. I have to go work on the other million and seven stories I have going on right now. Ah hah... -.-; Thanks for reading!