BRAND NAME

Me: First fan fiction, huh? My pleasure. *bows*

Matsuda: This is…going to suck.

Me: For you, maybe.

Matsuda: Eh?

Me: Oh, relax, mon chere. You shall understand in due time.

Matsuda: You're a new author, yet I hate you already.

Me: That's not very nice. Learn some manners, bub.

Matsuda: *shudders*

Me: What?

Matsuda: Split personality.

Me: Muahaha! Yes! But enougha this, my split personality shall be revealed later!

C'est la commencement!

Matsuda: You failed French, didn't you….

Me: *cries* How insensitive…you obviously don't know how to treat a lady! No wonder you don't have a girlfriend!

Okay, time for my first fic. Enjoy, and don't be too harsh.

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"Move over, L."

L reluctantly scooted over on the leather couch, and then resumed his slouched position as he sipped his tea. Matsuda sat beside him, watching the TV mounted on the opposite side of the room. Light stretched his arms, glad to be relaxing after a long day of work. He closed his eyes. The silence was heavenly…

"LIGHT! Light, where ARE yoooouuuuu?!" Light groaned loudly, along with the other two. He hunched his shoulders and waited for the person screeching his name to run inside the room. His fears were realized as the door slammed open and a blonde teenage girl, clad in a frilly black dress, leapt inside.

"Light! Light, you HAVE to see this!" Misa jumped onto the recliner positioned adjacent to the sofa and placed a large plastic bag onto the armrest.

"Misa, we are trying to relax." Matsuda tried to calm the girl while Light flopped back onto the couch. Not only was he tired, he was also in no mood for the models hyper activeness. At least not that day. He looked at L, who nodded and continued to sip his tea. Light flipped over and put his head on the armrest. Rest was vital. Light stared down at the handcuffs encircling his wrist, and moaned slightly. If only he could get the damn chains taken off, he might have been able to find an empty room somewhere and sleep…

"Pffft!"

Both Light and L stared in the direction of the strange sound. Matsuda, holding a soda, stared at Misa. She was dangling something in front of his shocked face.

Misa giggled. "Matsuda, why are you in shock?" she looked at him mischievously. She shook the object, which looked like a little piece of cloth.

"Misa…" Matsuda's eyes were wide.

"Are those…panties?!"

Both Matsuda and Light burst out laughing as L spoke the obvious. Misa stared at them. "What? What?"

She showed them the rear end of the dainty lace panties. On the back was a lone symbol.

Light and Matsuda burst out laughing again. L's eyes grew wide.

"Misa…why is my signature L on the back of that underwear?"

Misa giggled as Matsuda and Light laughed hard- so hard they were wiping tears from their eyes.

"Oh, silly boy! Listen up, all of you!" The two stopped laughing and began gasping for breath, but eventually quietened.

"Okay, Misa. Explain." Light settled back on the couch, his face red. This had to be the strangest day ever.

Misa placed the panties on the armrest, and then started to speak. "You see, Misa Misa had grown especially fond of L's signature. So, Misa Misa had the greatest idea EVER!" She grabbed the suggestive piece of cloth and showed them the back again. Matsuda snorted, while Light shot looks at L. He was flushed, and was staring at Misa with wider eyes than ever- the most emotion Light had seen him display. Ever.

"I decided…to turn it into a BRAND!" L groaned and dropped his teacup.

"Misa…you can't do this…" he tried to protest, but Misa was too jubilant to stop at this point, despite of the fact that her idea was frying L's brain.

"I'll bring up the clothes at my next photo shoot," Misa continued while the others braced themselves, "and wear them for advertising. Soon, L will be a household name!" She smiled wide and looked at them.

"Well? What do you think?" She asked. L twitched. Light desperately tried to think of something he could say to stop his crazy girlfriend.

"Misa, I don't think you can only start a clothing line with a pair of panties…" Light started, but Misa cut him off.

"Oh, don't worry about THAT, Light!" Misa pulled out a bra, a sleeveless shirt, and a purse from her bag, all of them decorated with L's siggie. L practically died. Light watched, mouth open, as Misa flounced out of the room.

"L-Light?" L stared at him in horror.

"I don't know, L. I really don't." Light shook his head.

Yes, it's short. I'll do more later, Sayonara, sweethearts!