Tug O War Princess
Sesshy's Mistress
Summary: What if L was not the only one to be chained to Light? What if he was chained to another, much more pleasant person than simply just L?
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Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or Death Note. I do not own the characters pertaining to either anime. I am simply using them for my own amusement.
"Watari, would you bring in the files on prisoner number 562?" L questioned his laptop while he licked at a vanilla ice cream cone. Usagi rolled her eyes, wondering if L did anything for himself. How was he supposed to take care of himself when Watari passed away?
It only took a couple minutes for Watari to appear. Immediately, everyone except for L could tell that something just wasn't right. The poor man was much paler than usual. His neatly combed hair had wisps slipping around his aged face. His suit which was usually pressed to perfection was spotting several wrinkles and stains. The poor man looked like he had gone through hell compared to his usual appearance.
Usagi, being the most compassionate of the task force, jumped and rushed over to the elderly man, taking the pile of papers and folders that L had requested. L, in the meantime, was pulled behind Usagi along with Light. They had both gotten used to being pulled or tugged suddenly while chained to her. Usagi was, after all, known to have her spastic moments. Unlike Misa's moment's, Usagi's were found to be quite humorous and helped lift the mood of the task force.
Usagi unceremoniously dumped the files and papers onto L, ignoring the fact that they fell on his head and knocked off his ice cream. L, however, was livid – er as livid as an emotional detective could become. He stared at the mess around him and then to the quickly melting ice cream on the floor.
"Watari, clean this up immediately," L ordered while tugging Usagi's chain away from the man. Usagi didn't budge but she turned to face the still sitting L.
"Ryuuzaki are you blind or just a completely idiotic fool?!" She began to fall into full lecture mode. L sent her a glare when she made to comment on his intelligence. The only reason he kept his mouth shut was to prevent any bodily harm to himself.
"Can't you tell that you have worked this poor man until he can barely even stay awake? He is obviously sick and you seem to pay no mind to the fact," Usagi placed both hands on her hips and turned into 'Over-protective-woman-level 3: Cooperate-or-die'.
"I am fine, Mrs. Chiba, I assure you," Watari placed a calming hand on the blonde woman's shoulder, trying to help ease her worries.
"No, no you are not. I will see to it that you rest up and not worry about a thing until you are well. If L needs anything, I will make sure that he will be able to survive without your assistance," Usagi smiled and gently hugged the older man. While hugging him, she motioned for Matsuda to come forward.
"Please take Watari to my room and see that he stays in bed and rests until he is better," Usagi ordered the young detective. He gulped and nodded his head, not wanting her wrath to be turned onto him. Matsuda, unlike L, knew when and when not to push her buttons.
"Since you have sent Watari away, I suggest you start cleaning up this mess," L stated while giving her directions to the closest supply closet. Usagi merely stood there with a brow raised in question at him.
"Tell me, Ryuuzaki, from the looks of it, you make poor Watari do everything for you, does that include jerking you off? Oh, wait, from the looks of it you probably haven't got anything to be jerked since you can't be a man and do some things for yourself!" Several gasps and the sound of breaking china were heard. After a few seconds, Usagi began to realize exactly what she had said and blushed furiously.
"My, my, my, bunny are you not the ever perverse one lately?" L stood from his chair, avoiding the papers on the floor and the melted pool of ice cream. He stood close to her, so close, Usagi had to take a step back so as to not have his body bump into hers and knock her off her feet. Even at his slouched stance, he towered over her short frame, making her feel smaller than usual. Still, she stood strong and stayed by what she said. Usagi just made a note to herself not to let some of her Scout's traits to rub off on her anymore- especially Haruka!
"She is telling the truth, Ryuuzaki. You work Watari too hard some days. He deserves a break," Light stood next to Usagi, placing a supportive hand on her shoulder and squeezing it to let her know he was with her 100%. L barely paid any attention to Light, just the hand he had on Usagi.
"Fine, Usagi you can take his place until he is better," L waved off what Light had said and pointed to the floor, "You can start by cleaning up this mess."
"You need to learn to do things for yourself, Ryuuzaki," Usagi growled out, resisting the urge to kick him in the shin. Why couldn't he just cooperate once in a while?
"Exhausting my efforts on meaningless chores will take away my full deductive reasoning when dealing with catching Kira by forty-five percent," L shrugged off her comment and looked at her expectantly.
"Ryuuzaki…." Usagi was just about to lose her temper completely.
"Ah, ah, ah…Sacrifices Bunny Rabbit, sacrifices," he patted her head then went to sit back in his seat once more, watching and waiting for Usagi to clean up the mess. Light started to reach down and clean it up to end the stare down but Usagi stopped him.
"No, it's ok, he'll get his in the end," Usagi stated while bending down to pick up the mess. Matsuda had been kind enough to fetch some paper towels, and Usagi was quick to wipe up the mess.
The next few days for Usagi were definitely not pleasant. Poor Watari had worked himself into extreme exhaustion and his body had shut down almost completely. Thankfully, Matsuda volunteered to look after him so Usagi would not have to worry over his health.
Though Usagi had a full load of chores to complete every day, she did manage to get out of a few. Cooking and Washing the dishes were the two most hated chores she managed to get out of. L's eating habits had been quite the contradiction to the others. After the first fifteen minutes, Usagi just threw random things together to cook. Needless to say, the taskforce was so scared that they tried them in fear of Usagi's anger should they turn it down. All of the bathroom facilities inside of Head Quarters were used that day.
"I guess you will just have to order out every meal because I can't clean up after everything!" Usagi had stated while smirking in a overly sadistic way when she watched L heave into the toilet. Unlike the rest of the taskforce, he had not received Pepto Bismal for his stomach. Usagi had made sure they were out after all the others received their dosage. No one questioned the maniacal laughter that could be heard after Usagi had walked into the bathroom, flushed the toilet, and walked out with a very empty bottle of Pepto Bismal.
One chore that Usagi failed to get out of, however, was laundry. She had been pushing and pushing it off further and further. Unfortunately, the laundry room was quickly filling with dirty clothes from L, Light, and Misa. The rest of the taskforce had been kind enough to take their laundry home for their wives (or, in Matsuda's case, mother), to wash.
Usagi stood standing in front of the washer with a dismal look on her face. Towards her left stood a pile of L's clothes, to the right, Misa's, and behind her, Light's clothes. In front of her, Usagi stared at several industrial sized washers.
"Usagi-san, I must insist that you hurry up in there," L called from outside the door. Usagi turned and walked towards it, opening it and stepping out. Using a finger, she pulled down the hospital mask she wore to walk into the Laundry room. She gasped for fresh air before turning to the dark haired detective. Some days she wondered if he was dropped on his head as a kid.
"Usagi-san, you're making that face again," Light stated. Usagi pretended to play dumb and just widened her smile towards L.
"I see fit to remind you that your actions are being monitored and anything done to my being in any violent matter will be kept on record. You could easily be put back on the map as a suspect to helping Kira by doing me harm and, thus, hindering the investigation," L droned on and on and Usagi had to use every bit of self control not to smack him upside the back of the head, again…
"I would never do that, Ryuuzaki! What makes you think I would?" Usagi sent her most innocent smile and then turned back towards the Laundry room. She slammed the door shut as hard as she could behind her. It wasn't much and it didn't close all the way due to the chains, but it made her feel a hell of a lot better. Setting about her task, Usagi quickly filled all of the washers; however, as she was sorting Misa's personal belongings, she came across a pair of bright blood red panties with matching bra. Cocking an eyebrow up, Usagi's eyes darted towards the already started load of L's whites. An evil smirk adorned her face as she opened the washer and accidentally dropped the set into L's washer. Whistling to herself, Usagi finished loading up everything else and set out to do some other chores.
A couple hours and a drying session later…
"Usagi-san…" L mumbled as he picked up one of his long sleeved T-shirts from the laundry basket. He held it between his thumb and index finger, noting how the article of clothing was no longer the crisp, clean white he was used to. Instead, it was now a soft shade of rose pink. L's gaze dropped down to note that every shirt was the exact same shade. Even worse, his boxers would match!
"Yes, Ryuuzaki?" Usagi questioned from around the large pile of Misa's clothes.
"Would you mind informing me as to how a set of Misa's underwear managed to be mixed into my clothes?" he held the accursed pieces of cloth out towards Usagi. She, of course, feigned innocence.
"Ryuuzaki, I believe the better question would be, 'Why did you have a pair of her underwear mixed in with your clothes?'" Usagi lectured the detective while shooting him a disapproving glare. "One could only imagine that A, you were either being perverted and going through her dressers, B, you took them and decided to feel pretty, C, you and Misa have been doing more than just your regular fuss and fight out in the open. Tell me; have you two been having a little wrestling contest beneath the sheets?"
"I beg to differ, Usagi-san, for you seem to have left out one theory," L added and, at Usagi's question as to what that could be, he continued, "We must never forget D for it is as important as A, B, and C. It is even more important if one would add a very enraged yet childish woman who is out to seek revenge. D: You planted the articles of clothing as a way to get revenge."
"Well," Usagi stated as she walked over and took the bra and panties from him, "that's your theory." Usagi tossed the bra into Misa's pile but threw the panties sling shot style into L's face.
"Regardless to your theory, inevitably, I'm the one with the ovaries…thus, I'm right and you're wrong," Usagi shrugged and sat up on the dryer.
"I fail to see the importance that your ovaries have in this debate," L threw the panties from his face to the pile. Usagi couldn't help but giggle at the slight twitch in L's left eye. Unless one was to look closely, they would never notice it. Usagi, however, did. Light must have too because he had stopped staring openly in shock at Usagi to stare in amusement at L.
"Simple, I'm the one with them and you're not," Usagi shrugged.
"Usagi-san-"
"Ovaries!" Usagi pointed towards her stomach and motioned for L not to argue further on the point.
"That point doesn't solve the problem of my laundry!" L barked out in a growl. Who knew that such a small scrap of a woman could get under his skin? Nevertheless, he found it quite refreshing.
"There is another solution altogether for that," Usagi chirped while jumping off of the washer and walking back towards L. She stepped as close as she could to him, stood on her tippy toes, and whispered into his ear, "Do your own!" Bringing her hands up, she pushed his chest, causing him to teeter back and fall into the large pink pile of his clothes.
It was then that the war of the clothes began. Many casualties were loss: Boxers, dress shirts, lacey underwear, and pants alike. None were forgotten but many were used to try and strangle the other. Before long, other objects were brought into the mix. By the time Light had tackled Usagi and pinned her down to stop her choke hold on L, the Laundry room was covered in many different articles of clothing, soap suds, detergent, dryer lint, dryer sheets, measuring cups, and water.
L and Usagi had successfully managed to destroy the Laundry room. Later on, once Watari had healed, they were both sat down and lectured on the 'To Do' and 'Not To Do' in the Laundry Room. First among the list was not to use super power strength to break the washers and use the water lines as a water hose.
Usagi was officially banned from that room for the rest of the duration of her stay…
Okay, not my best chapter, but, I tried! Also, I use my ovaries as an excuse when arguing with men. I mean, hey, they blame all their mistakes on their "ding-a-ling" can't women use the excuse of their ovaries?
RxR please.
Sesshy
PS: Not sure which I want to do next, give me ideas of what you want to see and I'll try to come up with something good for it. Or…pick between the three you see listed below…
Spam Attack
Cooking Chaos
Sugar Rush