I have more crack for you! Really, I don't do drugs. I do sugar. There is a very distinct difference. Drugs make you hyper and sugar….wait…shit. Okay…well, never mind then. I guess they're not so different after all. Well anyways…

Disclaimer: Yeah I'll throw one of these in every once in a while as a reminder. I don't own anything but the keyboard. If you saw 'Death Note' instead of 'keyboard', I would suggest glasses or a brain. :-D

"I hate you! I truly fucking despise you! I wish I was Kira so I could kill every last one of you! I hate you!"

Well, Mello was pissed. Not that he wasn't usually. He got pissed whenever he went to long without chocolate. Too long was described in mere minutes, which was bordering on insanity. Raito didn't get how L and his successors never gained so much as an ounce. With the exceptions of Near and Matt, they were always eating something. L usually stuck to cake, ice cream, cheesecake, things of that nature. Mello, on the other hand, had a frightening addiction to chocolate. As was made obvious by the fact that he couldn't go more than seven minutes without chocolate. Apparently, sugar improved your ability to think. Raito was a little skeptical.

Back on topic. Mello. Pissed. Raito was not about to take the blame for this one. Not even close. It was not his fault Mello marched right on in with Matt by his side while Raito and L had been deep in discussion about some new thing on the internet. Really, as far as Raito was concerned, the blame could be put on Matsuda, because he'd shown them the web page in the first place. Somehow, it always came back to Matsuda, didn't it?

Mello had hiked right on in when Raito and L had been discussing the workings of the internet's new fad. Naturally, he'd gotten curious, and anyone who knows should know that Mello would be cruel if his questions weren't answered right away. (Which could possibly explain why he 'hated' Near with such a passion simply because he didn't give answers, he gave riddles. Go figure.) So, with a resigned sigh, Raito pulled up the web page again and let Mello skim over it. His eyes narrowed when he finished reading, a sure sign that he was angry.

Then, of course, Near had come along a few minutes later, and had read the web page Raito'd left open. In Raito's defense, he was a little preoccupied by Mello at the moment, who had basically been throwing one of his famous Mello-fits. Matt was merely lounging in one of the chairs in the room looking highly amused.

About an hour and two rounds of Matt style video games, Raito smirked, looked at L, and whispered into his ear.

Mello, being curious in a way that would shame a cat, leaned in to hear what Raito'd said. And then, he screamed.

"I hate you! I truly fucking despise you! I wish I was Kira so I could kill every last one of you! I hate you!"

Which brings us right back to the beginning, I suppose.

"Raito-kun, why did you show him that page? We are all going to die from splitting headaches if this continues. We won't even have to worry about Kira at this rate." L muttered in an annoyed voice. "Cake sounds splendid." He then rose from his odd knees-hugged-into-his-chest pose and stalked off to the kitchen. Raito was forced to follow when the chain pulled impatiently at his wrist. As he exited the room, he saw a hint of a smirk on Mello's face, and Matt grinning like that cat that had caught the canary. Caught it, chewed, and swallowed.

Should he be frightened?

If the looks on Matt and Mello's faces were anything to go by, then yes, he should be very frightened.

Shit.

Double shit.

Maybe he'd throw a 'fuck' in there just for good measure.

It seemed almost too soon when L had gathered a slice of cake and a fork and they were headed back to the main room with the rest of the group. He was, for once, truly frightened of Mello since he'd met him. No, it wasn't just the fact that the blond guy was encased in shiny black pleather. It also wasn't the fact that he looked so feminine it should be illegal. It wasn't even the staggering amount of chocolate he fit into his stomach on a daily basis. No. It was the fact that Mello had a rather disturbing prankster side to him. But what made it all the better (note: sarcasm) was that Mello had it in for Raito personally.

When they returned to the main room, Raito found, to his relief, everything was normal, or as normal as a teenager wearing spotless white pajamas playing with toys in the middle of the floor, a teenager that seemed obsessed with stripes, goggles and video games, and a teenager covered in skin tight pleather (which was odd by itself), could be anyway. He had a song coming to mind now. It had something to do with teenagers scaring the living shit out of him….

Raito dropped back into his seat, noticing when Mello and Matt shared a knowing glance. He was confused, sure. But he most certainly wasn't going to ask, lest it get him into some real physical trouble. Little did Raito know….

A half an hour later, Raito tossed the game controller to the floor in a less than gentle fashion and stood to huff out of the room. Well, we could say that he attempted it. He quickly discovered the super glue holding his hands to the controller.

"Ha ha. Very funny." Raito said as he made a face.

Standing, next. It was only an attempt because his ass was stuck to the chair. Literally. He looked confused first, then he was pissed. He glared at Mello first, then Matt, and then they burst into laughter. Raito was going to strangle them. He truly didn't care if it made him look like Kira or not. This was something any human would be pissed about.

He allowed a growl to escape his lips as he attempted loosening the glue by force. Of course, he was doubly pissed when he was vehemently released from his sticky prison with a sharp 'rip' noise. He turned to stare in absolute horror at the cloth dangling from the chair. He then realized that his ass was very much so revealed to the rest of the room, and that everyone in said room was seeing not only Raito acting like a moron, but the cute little flowers with a baby pink background rather tightly fit across his bottom.

Mello knew a pair of women's underwear when he saw them. And he was staring the flower design right in the face. Wow….this Raito kid had some strange fetishes. And that was saying something coming from Mello, of all people.

Raito scrambled to cover his own prettily patterned rear-end, his face a color that rivaled a strawberry.

"M-Misa likes it when I wear these! I o-only wear them for her!" Light scrambled for an excuse.

It made everyone in the room laugh when Misa actually walked into the room and denied the claim Raito had just made, a hand over her mouth. She looked shocked so it was fairly apparent that she hadn't ever seen him in any states of undress.

Shit. Raito was in some deep shit this time.

"Are you gay, Raito-kun? If so, it still won't decrease the possibility that you are Kira…in fact that may raise the possibility by exactly 5.32 percent."

Fuck!

"Oh, and you lose, by the way."

Double fuck!