The After Life is… Life Again?

"Speaking"

'Quote'

'Thinking'

AN: I'd like to thank 'Ryuuzaki-hugs' for being the first to pointing out to me that 'L's first name is, in fact, L. Forgive me fellow L fans, but I found that quite hilarious: Raito could have saved himself all that trouble about trying to find out his FIRST name.

Thank you all who reviewed, especially 'Ryuuzaki-hugs' for reviewing a mere fifteen minutes after the actual story was posted. You go, girl! –And yes, I'll be taking my cookie from you now :)

Chapter 2: Where's the Water?
This pattern of feeling was just too much for our detective: pain, death, spinning, revival, falling. He just couldn't take it. His mind felt as heavy as lead, his stomach as unsettled as a whirlpool. What was the whole point in giving him back his heart beat, if he was going to loose it within the next five seconds? He was free falling for goodness sakes! Head first, he might add. However, something caught his attention, something vital: he was falling from over sixty stories high yet not a single soul looked his way…

"Ah," he declared softly, "so there is a catch."

The rooftop below came closer and closer. Even though something was a miss, his body tensed. His body meters away from being crushed, his mind came to a skidding halt. He gasped wide eyed. Something was about to happen. He could feel it.

That was when the most intriguing thing happened to our dear detective: he was no longer falling at an alarming rate, but slowing, as if gravity had slowed for him alone as the rest of the world went on. As if life wanted him to see everything, he fell right through the roof. Right through it. In slow motion, he watched in awe as his body creeped through the ceiling in more detail than any Matrix fan could ever imagine. Something in the Matrix moment triggered something in his mind: what ever was that sound he had heard earlier? It was water, was it not? However during his fall, he saw, nor felt, any rain. Nor did her hear puddles picked up by speeding cars or leisurely children. His post-surroundings were dry, very dry. As if he had been caught slap bang in the middle of a city drought, or a city in a desert, or-

SPLASH

'…Ah…' L lifted his head from his watery pit, ignoring all other sounds. He was in a bath tub, nearly half full of water and littered with pink, strawberry flavored bubbles, most likely from a bath product. 'Oh dear…' Then it dawned on him: water. Bath. Soap. What else was missing…?

Turning around, L was blinded by a pair of soap sudded hands and a harsh and panicked voice.

"Who are you? How did you get in here?!" A demanding whisper floated in his ear.

Oh dear… he had figured out what was missing from the equation: water, bath, soap. 'What was missing?' I hear you ask:

Why, none other, than the person bathing in it.

'…

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…Does this make me… a pervert?'

Oh my… what to say?

Please read and review. This was a quick chapter, which is obvious by the sheer size of it, written while I was sick in bed. I would have written much more if my brain did not feel like rubble and my stomach as unsettled as a government official.

Thank you all so much for waiting so patiently for this chapter.

Vocabulary?

Sud – a sud is slang for bubbles, only to be used for items that produce CLEAN bubbles such as shampoo, bath soap, and dishwashing liquid.

Sudding - plural of the above