A/N: Well, part two of this little plaything of mine. Lol I couldn't resist...

Disclaimer: I own neither Death Note, nor Café Kichijouji, only the idea to put them together. For which I proclaim myself as awesome. xDD

Episode II:

Waiter Frenzy

Light Yagami, otherwise known as Kira, Future God of the New World, could not recall ever being so annoyed by anyone before in his life. Except possibly L. Possibly. The jury was still out on the decision. At any rate, the current object of his irritation was a petite blonde beauty going by the name of Misa Amane, whose presence most straight men would have given their right arms for the privilege of being annoyed by.

The young woman had been pestering him mercilessly, refusing to stop calling and sending emails. Light wouldn't be surprised if she actually showed up at his school at some point, despite him specifically stating that they needed to keep even a hint of an acquaintance, let alone a romantic relationship, a secret. Misa didn't seem to get the whole 'if L becomes suspicious of us we're totally screwed' thing Light was trying to convey.

And so, he had finally caved, allowing for one date just to keep her quiet. At which point Misa had become uncontrollably excitable and dragged him off to downtown Tokyo to look for a 'nice little shop' for them to have lunch at.

Light thought that if he wasn't already insane, he would be shortly.

The place she chose, a tiny pleasant-looking restaurant with a sign naming it as Café Kichijouji, didn't seem so bad. It was just the model herself that was grating on Light's nerves. As they entered the shop, a little tingle rang out from a bell attached to the door. There was silence for a few moments.

"Ohhh it's so cute! Isn't it, Light?" Misa squeaked, admiring the décor of the little café. 'Why does she think it's ok to skip the honorific?' Light thought exasperatedly.

"Sure, it's alright." He forced a smile. "Where is everyone though?"

Suddenly, almost as though triggered by Light's question, a yell rang out through the small building. "MAKI! DIDN'T YOU HEAR THE BELL!?" The voice was harsh, commanding, the voice of a professional and a perfectionist pushed way, way beyond his limit.

"Wha-!?" Suddenly a tall man in a waiter's uniform was shoved out of the door behind the cash register, which was swiftly snapped shut behind him. He had golden-blonde hair pulled back into a thick ponytail, and was currently rubbing a bump on his forehead. "Ow! You really need to learn to control your anger, Taro! Hitting people with mops isn't a healthy way to deal with stress!" He complained.

"It is when the person I'm hitting is the cause of my stress! Now stop being so unprofessional and do your job!" The first voice shouted back from behind the door. Grumbling, the blonde man turned… and his whole expression changed when he saw them.

"Oh hello there. I'm really sorry about that; we've been having a sort of… hectic day." The waiter flashed a charming smile. Both words and grin seemed to be directed at Misa. "Come on, I'll show you to your table." He added, hopping over the register and leading them to a small two-person table by the window. Misa, babbling happily to Light about what they should order, took her chair without a thought. Light stared glumly, wondering why she had to focus on him so completely when the waiter was obviously hitting on her.

"So what can I get for such a lovely lady and her… brother?" Maki, as the waiter's nametag proclaimed him to be, asked while pulling a notepad and pencil out of his apron.

"Ohhh, Light's not my brother. He's my boyfriend." Misa declared firmly. Maki looked highly disappointed.

"Oh… well, ok then." He sighed, clearly depressed. 'Jeeze, how lame. You'd think it was actually a big deal.' Light thought, mentally rolling his eyes.

"I'll take the western-style cucumber sandwich and a cup of chai tea, thank you." Light ordered, annoyed that the waiter's attention still didn't seem to have transferred from Misa.

"Right got it." Maki said, scrawling Light's request on his notepad absently. "And for you, madam?"

"Hehe, you're funny." Misa giggled. "Hmm… I think I'll just have the mandarin salad and a glass of iced tea. I need to keep a watch on my figure." Misa shot a glance at Light, one that clearly suggested that she wished he would eye her figure more often. Light blatantly ignored her, wondering how on earth Misa hadn't managed to take a hint yet. Then again, he supposed it was better for his plans in the long-run that she didn't. Still, couldn't the girl be less… clingy?

"Alright, one mandarin salad and iced tea for the pretty girl." Maki smiled, apparently not willing to give up yet, and scribbled the order carefully on his notebook. He tucked it back into his apron pocket and turned to leave when suddenly he froze, whirling back around. "Wait a minute! I've seen you before, haven't I!?" Misa pretended to look modest and surprised. She managed to look only slightly flattered and proud. "Yeah! I know you, you're MisaMisa!! Oh wow! I can't believe this!" Maki started pulled the notebook out again. "Hey can I have your auto-"

WHAM!!

Maki stumbled, crashing to the floor as an industrial broom nailed him on the head. A slim young man just a little shorter than Maki, with short platinum-blonde hair, and dark pink eyes behind elegant oval glasses stood across the room by the cash register, his arm still flung out from launching the broom.

"What did I tell you!?" He asked severely, straightening and pushing his glasses up his nose. "Stop goofing around and do your job!"

"DANGIT TARO STOP DOING THAT!" Maki sat up on the floor abruptly, grabbing the broom and waving it angrily. "Seriously, who THROWS these things at people!? How are you going to make it up to my fangirls if you damage my beautiful face!?"

'Are… are these people insane!?' Light thought, alarmed. The behavior when he and Misa had entered had been a bit weird, but this was just plain crazy! Misa was actually laughing, the dumb girl found this entertaining! Light rubbed his temples, extremely aggravated. What had he gotten himself into?

"I'm sure they'd get over it." Taro, who was wearing the uniform of a restaurant manager, stated flatly. "Give me my broom back."

"No! You throw it at me and then you think I'm going to give it back just like that!?" Maki yelled. Taro's rose eyes narrowed dangerously behind his spectacles. Maki gulped.

"You are such a terrible worker! I don't know why you even bother to get up in the morning, if I were you-" Taro began, but Maki cut in to what was apparently a routine tirade.

"Oh you'd be thrilled to be me! Who wouldn't? Honestly Taro you're just jealous because you never have as much fun as I do." Maki retorted.

"JEALOUS!? Of an arrogant foolish man who hasn't seen his own floor in YEARS!?" Taro exploded, stomping forward.

"Better than a neat-freak who THROWS BROOMS at people and can only find joy in the newest cleanser!" Maki shouted.

"No it's not! I'm surprised you haven't caught some kind of fatal disease from that pit you live in!" Taro hollered back.

"And you probably spend about half your paycheck on all those stupid cleaning supplies that you don't even need-"

"Stop talking about my collection! You spend half your paycheck on girlie mags!"

"DO NOT! You nitpicky, stiff, clean obsessed-"

"You stupid, arrogant, filthy-"

"Violent, bossy, lonely-"

"Lazy, useless, crude-"

Misa and Light's gazes had been flipping back and forth like ping pong balls between the two men, now no more than two feet away from each other and looking ready to murder one another. The two death note users really had no idea what to do, Misa was still looking amused, although slightly weirded out, while Light just wanted to get the hell out of there. And then, suddenly, it was over, both Taro and Maki appeared to be thrown against the nearest wall by some invisible force. Misa squealed in surprise and Light blinked, utterly bewildered.

"Now, now boys… play nicely." A seriously creepy voice floated through the air like a sinister fog. A man wearing a waiter's uniform and a chef's apron had appeared out of the kitchen, plum-colored hair falling over one dark blue eye and a small ominous grin on his pale face. The lithe newcomer held what appeared to be two straw dolls in his hands, one with a tag on it reading 'Maki-chan' and the other with a tag reading 'Taro-chan' tacked onto them.

Slowly, Taro and Maki stood up again, holding their heads. Maki was whimpering a little, but Taro just looked annoyed.

"That was completely unnecessary, Minagawa-san…" The spectacled manager protested.

"Hardly." Minagawa smirked. "You were bothering the customers." Taro looked mortified, glancing at Light and Misa as though he was about to get down on his knees and beg their forgiveness. Maki was still busy rubbing his head and wincing. Minagawa swooped over and neatly slipped Maki's notebook out of his apron. "I'll be in the kitchen fixing your orders. I apologize for the idiocy of my co-workers."

"Wha- Idiocy!?" Maki seemed to snap out of his self-pity. Minagawa had already disappeared into the kitchen. "COME BACK HERE AND SAY THAT TO MY FACE YOU CREEPY OCCULT-OBSESSED-"

"I beg your pardon?" Minagawa's peered around the kitchen door, his voice deceptively polite. There was a strange shadow over his eyes.

"Uh…" Maki fumbled. "…I'll be in the storage room re-organizing the supplies…" The blonde waiter rushed out of the room, and the chef vanished into the kitchen once more.

Taro bowed respectfully to Light and Misa. "I am deeply sorry. You will of course receive a discount on your meal." With that, the man retrieved his broom and returned to the kitchen as well.

"Oh Light, that was so funny!" Misa gushed, leaning across the table and brushing her hand against the stunned Light's with a coquettish smile. Light stared at her in disbelief.

You couldn't have paid him to come back to this place ever again, no matter how good the food turned out to be.

To Be Continued…?

A/N: Poor Light… poor, poor Light. And Ryuk isn't with them right now, because Misa said it would be rude for someone to spy on their date, so he's back at Light's with a bowl of apples.

Good thing too, because Minagawa might've 'sensed his presence' and thought he was an evil ghost and tried to exorcise him. …Or strike a bargain with him…

One never can tell with Minagawa.

Taro and Maki's antics amuse me. I am strongly of the opinion that they have a lot of UST. (Unresolved Sexual Tension) That is in fact never going to be resolved (except maybe in my mind… fufufu) because Taro has intimacy issues and thinks touching people (especially Maki) is gross and might contaminate him.