Yes I am back! So I bring you...

Heatwave! Part 3!

-tomatoes get thrown- Okay okay, I haven't posted in weeks, blame school!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN DEATH NOTE! -cries-

Heat wave: Hour 5.

"So Ryuzaki…," Soichiro spoke to the back of L's chair. The detective spun around. "Yes Yagami-san?"

"This bet. It's not gonna destroy my son's mental stability, is it?"

L laughed. "Oh silly Yagami-san! This is a perfectly safe and harmless game! Nothing's gonna happen! What would make you ask such a question?"

"Well…I don't know. I guess it's because everytime you two have an idea, it turns out to be a disaster," the old man sighed.

"Well Yagami-san, your son is going to be perfectly fine. Nothing is going to happen to him," the panda man assured.

"You just jinxed it didn't you?"

"I hope I did not Yagami-san…"

Light gaped at the beautiful blue butterfly fluttering in from the window. "Pretty~" the boy mused. "I'm gonna catch it! Then eat it! :D"

And so, like the little tard he is, the brunette chased the insect. "Butterfly!" The butterfly was flying too far out of the boy's grasp. "No butterfly! D:" He looked around an found a pistol at an arm's reach. "I'll use this!" He cried happily and started shooting at the insect multiple times, missing of course. "BANG! MUAHAHAHAHA! BANG! BANG!"

The frightened thing flew near the stairs. The boy ran down the halls after it, where a seemingly harmless large and pointy rock sat. "BUTTERFLY!" And then…he tripped over, yup, you guessed it.

Over a ladybug.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Terrified screams came from Light. His head collided repeatedly as he bounced off each two steps.

"OW!" Thump. "OW!" Thump. "OW!" Thump.

Matsuda ran upstairs in the other direction, 8 large coffee cups in hand.

"OW!" Thump. "OW!" Thump. The officer glanced up. "Oh mah god! Light-kun! :D I have your coffee with no sugar and extra pencil shavings!" He tossed the cup at the boy, hitting him in the forehead, instantly knocking him unconscious. Light rolled gently down the rest of the stair flights.

Matsuda stood at the top of the stairs, watching as Light's body tripped various strangers down the steps as they climbed up.

"Have fun Light-kun! :D" he cried out and left.

Heat wave: Hour 6

"Yagami-san…"

"Yes Ryuzaki?" The old man froze at the detective's pedophilic stare. "R-ryuzaki…?"

"You…"

"Uhhmm…excuse me Ryuzaki?"

"YOU LOST THE GAME!" L responded with a scream and frantic arm waving. "BAHAHAHA!" His trail of laughter faded as he ran. Far, far away. Soichiro could only stand there gaping, practically immobilized.

"This is terrible," Soichiro spoke to himself, "I must call Watari and inform of this right away." So he hurried to make his way to a large wardrobe. Scanning his handprints, the wooden doors opened and popped out a number pad. Soichiro quickly punched a large number sequence in while the inner doors opened.

"Closet Watari, at your service. What seems to be the problem Mr. Yagami?" the well dressed old man questioned.

Soichiro continued to stare blankly at the floor before whispering, "I lost…the game…"

Watari's pants fell down as he gasped, revealing some yellow ducky boxers.

"YOU LOST THE GAME? ARE YOU MAD?" Watari shouted in horror.

"Yes I lost the game," Soichiro admitted sadly, "Nice boxers by the way."

"Why thank you. They were a gift from mother."

"Quite fascinating."

"Indeed."

Heat wave: Hour 7.

"Guys guys guys! Guess what!" Matsuda cried as he bounced into the lounge on a pogo stick.

Aizawa raised his eyes to the hopping man in front of him. "What is it Matsuda?"

"Okay here it is," Matsuda said for failed dramatic effect, "Chief Yagami lost the game." He gazed around at the shocked and stunned faces of his co-workers in the room.

"Oh no!"

"Oh noes!"

"Oh noooo!"

"Oh no!"

"OH YEAH!," L crashed into the wall, arms flung in all directions and his face twisted into humorous insanity.

"…"

"L, do you know why you're here, right now, in this locked white padded room?" Watari paced, eyeing his twitching boss.

"No Watari, I do not."

"You are here because of your hobby," Watari informed, "I am concerned with this crashing into the wall bit every chapter."

L scoffed. "Blame the writer with her totally unoriginal and repeating ideas."

"Uhhh anyways," Watari changed the subject, "You have got to stop. You are destroying your brain cells, and therefore, your deductive abilities are decreasing."

"So…?"

"We have to feed you…" Watari paused, a grim expression on his face.

"What?" the detective worried, "Feed me what? Tell me Watari!"

"Vegetables…"

L dropped onto his knees, his head facing the ceiling. His hands into the dramatic posed that reached above him.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Aizawa finished beautifying his wanna-be afro and averted his stare towards Matsuda.

"Hey Matsuda."

"Yes…?" the officer responded.

"Why do you have a pogo stick?"

Matsuda giggled in a shrilly manner. "Why silly Aizawa! It's so obvious!"

"What?" Aizawa asked. What could be so obvious with a pogo stick other than bounce and jump as a playtime?

"I will use this to bounce across the world! :D" Matsuda answered cheerily.

"Couldn't you just take a plane around the world?"

Matsuda stared blankly at the afro-ed man. "What's a plane?"

"Ahhh, never mind."