Me: Have you seen that perfume commercial?
Matsuda: What perfume commercial?
Me: I was watching TV the other day when I saw this perfume commercial.
Matsuda: How did it go?
Me: This dude kept talking about this girl…man. It was a funny : Random.
Me: You have to see it. I'm searching for it on YouTube.
Matsuda: I hate perfume. I have allergies.
Me: Sucks to be you! Perfume kicks ass! Anyways, I shall reward you all…by writing a longer chapter this time! C'est magnifique!
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Light yawned his way towards the kitchen, until he heard the clank of a chain tightening. He groaned, and then walked back to the bed and yanked on L's arm.
"L. Dammit. Wake up." L opened his eyes slowly and stared up at Light with the most annoyed look on his face, but he got up. Light just rolled his eyes and together they walked out of the bedroom.
"You know, if you took these chains off-"
"Forget it." L snapped at him. He rubbed his eyes, "You are still a suspect and you know it. Try to make the best of the situation. It's not like I enjoy being chained to you, anyway."
Light grabbed a fork and a plate of pre-prepared cheesecake off the countertop and slid onto the nearby couch, in front of the TV. It was best to ignore L when he was in one of his moods, just in case he made a sarcastic remark and Light got the sudden urge to slap him upside his head. Light turned to see what L was doing, but was startled by L sitting besides him on the couch, without a plate. His eyes were intently focused on Light's slice of cake.
Light stared back and forth from his plate to L. "L…why don't you get your own plate of cheesecake? I think there's more in the fridge."
L just shook his head. Sadly. Light started to feel microscopic pangs of guilt. His slice WAS pretty big. Light sneaked a side look at L again. L's face was flushed.
"Gah." Light slid his plate over to L, and then placed the fork in his hand.
"That's what I get for waking you up, I guess." He placed his arms behind his head and stared at the ceiling, waiting for a "thank you" or something. Instead, he heard the fork hit the glass plate. He snapped. How rude.
"Oh, come ON, L! Just because you're the best detective on earth doesn't give you the right to be-" Light was interrupted mid-rant as the detective pushed his fork into Light's mouth.
Light chewed and swallowed, and proceeded to stare at L for the longest time. L just stared back.
Until the door slammed open.
"Turn on Sakura TV!" Matsuda ran in. The others turned to stare at him.
"Matsuda…isn't it your day off?" L asked dryly.
"That doesn't matter now! Turn it on!" Matsuda yelled. Light grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. Just as the reporter stopped talking and the commercials began to come on.
"Matsuda! What the he-" Light watched as Matsuda lept onto the couch between him and L.
"Watch, dammit! Just watch!" He demanded. Both of them grew quiet as a commercial started.
The screen darkened as it showed a beautiful woman in a little black dress walked onto a lone street in the middle of the night. As a man in a suit followed her. A narrator spoke in an airy voice.
"She is dark. She is the night. She is irresistible."
"Typical perfume commercial." Light muttered. "Matsuda, why are you making us watch this anyw-"
"SSSSSHHHHH!" Matsuda glared at Light, slightly crackishly. Light sucked in his breath and stared at the TV again. Issues.
"She is like a lone star. She is entrancing. She smells nice. She is like a tall glass of water."
"What?" All three of the men wondered aloud, staring at each other. But they kept watching.
"She is what she is. And what she is is a dark-like-the-night irresistible lone star entrancing tall glass of water that smells nice." The narrator ended his strange, stalkish analysis of the girl.
"What the hell?" All three men looked at the screen as it displayed a star-shaped bottle with a black lid, and the signature L hanging off of a chain on the glass bottle.
"L, the fragrance."
"Could have seen that coming." Matsuda murmured. L stared at him hatefully, and then sucked in his breath. No doubt, it was Misa who had compiled the retarded commercial instead of a professional. As be was brooding though, the narrator purred two last words which made his blood run cold.
"A fragrance for her."
L's mouth dropped open as Light and Matsuda burst out laughing.
"In the last three days, Misa has opened a store, made a line of merchandise, AND screwed with L's name!" Matsuda wiped tears from his eyes.
"No way!" Light snorted as the commercial ended. "Who woulda though-"
His sentence was cut off as L yanked him off the couch and headed towards the door.
"Come on, Light. We're going shopping."
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A few minutes later, they were riding in one of L's many cars. Light rolled his eyes as they approached the largest store within a mile.
"Leave it to Misa to overdo it." L grimaced as he stared at his signature L displayed in neon red balanced on top of the wide building. It was to much. On TV and in the paper had been enough.
"L, that bird is about to go on your signature…" Light smirked as L dashed out of the car. A person can only take so much.
"Bloody bird! Get away from there!" But it was too late. L stared, crushed, at his name. It had been tarnished with the white blotch. L glared daggers at the bird, which, having relieved itself, was perched on top of the roof of a car.
"Get back here!" L yelled as he ran at the bird. "I'll teach you for shitting on my name!"
"L, that's enough!" Light grabbed the detective's shoulder, as he chased the bird around the parking lot. Light pulled him towards the entrance. L was breathing heavily, still seething. Whatever awaited them in there, it would be a disaster. L braced himself for something that would screw his life up even more.
Matsuda: That was…still short.
Me: Well, I can't do anymore. I have a life, you know.
Matsuda: Like what?
Me: School. Work. Other people's romances.
Matsuda: *shrugs* that works.