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... F i a t | J u s t c i a | R u a t | C a e l u m ... The first thing Matsuda notices upon waking is that the room is dark. The next is that it is cold, and the ground is hard and largely uncomfortable. He sits up, briefly wondering where he is before the memory hits him. Oh, that's right. I fell asleep on the floor of L's hotel room. He estimates that it is around three in the morning. As his eyes adjust to the dim lighting, Matsuda sees that the room isn't completely submerged in darkness, as he first believed; the faint, flickering glow of a television makes itself apparent from the other room. This makes sense. Of course L is stil

/"I kissed a girl and I liked it—the taste of her cherry chapstick. I kissed a girl just to try it—I hope my hope my boyfriend don't mind it. It felt so wrong, it felt so right; don't mean I'm in love tonight!"/ Raito tried his best to drown out Matsuda's idiotic singing. He didn't know how L managed to never lose his temper. The team could be so infuriating. "/Matsuda/," Raito finally scolded, "stop. Singing." "Why?" asked Matsuda. "It's not bothering anyone." "It's bothering /me/. Why do you think I'm telling you to stop? Honestly. It's unbelievably irritating." Pouting, Matsuda left the room to sing his annoying song elsewhe

Raito was /pissed/. After weeks of almost nonstop heavy rainfall, the Kira task force HQ had acquired water damage—namely, a leaky roof, and the invasion of countless bugs. As a result, L had booked a hotel room for a few days to continue working for the duration of the repair process. Which leads to why Raito was so incredibly pissed off. That man…that man was apparently the greatest fucking detective /alive/. Possibly even the greatest detective of the entire /century/. The amount of wealth to which he had access was almost incomprehensible in its quantity. He could probably book an expensive hotel suite for every person in the

[Takes place during the period of time where L and Soichiro watched Light with video cameras in his room. Enjoy!] The secret surveillance cameras showed Light Yagami entering the house. Soichiro tensed, afraid that his son might do something incriminating, while at the same time believing he wouldn't. L, calm as ever, took another bite of cake as he watched the screen. Soichiro looked on, mortified, as he witnessed his son pull out a porn magazine. Eyes wide, he exclaimed, "I can't believe my son—!" L cut him off. "That's perfectly normal for a seventeen year old. When I was seventeen, I did strange things, too." Soichiro eyed the de

Epilogue One week had passed since Light had won the contest. Matsuda had requested a two-weeks vacation time to deal with his possible Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, and was currently taking time off. Soichiro was enjoying the large sum of money he had won from the bet. Misa still had no idea why Light had been attempting to cut off Matsui's toe with the butcher knife, and she had decided that asking Light the same question over and over would somehow reward her with an explanation. This method did not succeed in its mission, but Light certainly got a headache from it. Aizawa and Mogi had gone about their regular business. And that's

AUGUST 1ST, 4:06 AM: I'm…so…close…to getting enough money for a light saber…just…200 more dollars… Light thought miserably, I've never been more miserable in my entire life…why did I even try this challenge? Oh, right…to kill Misa…so therefore it's Matsuda's fault! Wait…why is it Matsuda's fault? I thought I just thought it was Misa's fault…wait…no no no, it makes sense. Matsuda is Misa's mother, so it's his fault for giving birth to her. Wait a second, did I just say that Matsuda gave birth to Misa? What the hell? Light looked up at the task force. "Light-kun is talking to himself

JULY 31ST, 3:02 AM: L was exhausted. He rested his head on his hand as he stared at the computer monitor, vision blurred by his eyes, which were watery from sleepiness. Light wasn't doing much better. He was muttering stuff like "Save my dog from the chicken" and "Ryuzaki wants to eat me" and "I'm not asleep, I'm just thinking of a pattern…" Suddenly L got an idea. "Light-kun?" "What?" he mumbled sleepily, eyes half closed. "Are you Kira?" Light nodded, not even comprehending what the question was. "Mhmm…" "CONFESSION!" L shouted at the top of his lungs, startling all the members of the task force into have mini spaz-attacks.

JULY 30TH, 1:02 AM: Light was all loopy. L was all grumpy. The Task Force was about to go out of their minds. "Ryuzaki?" Light slurred, "don't you think that the Power Rangers should team up with the Transformers?" "STOP BABBLING NONSENSE!" L shouted. Light laughed sleepily. "Ryuzaki? I'm gonna poke you…" He giggled again. "What would you do if I poked you, Ryuzaki?" "I'd shove my foot down your throat," L snarled. Light laughed. "You're funny Ryuzaki." L grinded his teeth. Everyone in the Task Force sighed. It had been going on like this for hours. "I have half a mind to give them both sleeping pills, just to shut them up," Mat

JULY 29TH, 12:03 AM: "Ryuzaki?" L groaned. "Light-kun, would you shut up?" L was starting to lose his vast amount of patience. "But why—" "Shut. Up. Light," L growled, dropping the honorifics. "You have been talking non-stop for the past two hours. I am trying to work." Light whimpered. "But Ryuzaki, that horror movie scared me! ! !" L's eyes narrowed. "Well, Light was the one who decided to watch it, wasn't he?" he nearly snarled through clenched teeth. "Yes, but—" "Then stop complaining!" Soichiro, Matsuda, Mogi, and Aizawa looked up, surprised at L raising his voice. Normally, they wouldn't be in HQ this late, but seeing

JULY 28TH, 12:54 AM: I want sweets… L thought sadly. I'm tired… Light thought sleepily. I'd better go get something to keep me up. Light stood and said, "I'm going to get something from my room. I'll be right back." "Whatever you say, Light-kun." L spun once in his chair unenthusiastically. Two minutes after Light left, he was right back down the stairs again and said, "Ryuzaki! What did you do?!" "I took some stuff out of your room," L said innocently. "Not very much unlike what you did with my sweets, minus the fire." Light scowled at him. "Where is my stuff? ? ?" he demanded. "I'm not going to just tell you," L replied.