Dropped in a Fangirl\'s World

Dropped in a Fangirl's World

Chapter 5

"….I think you put him into shock…."

"I didn't mean to…" L tilted his head at B lying in the aisle of the bus, catatonic. Chewing at his thumbnail, he gazed down and deftly reached out his foot to jab B in the shoulder. No response.

"You think he's dead?" Jeichan asked as L tried again to rouse the black-haired criminal and once more got no response.

"B, I know you're faking…."

"Yeah, get up before we poke you with L's stick."

The detective blinked, his dark eyes focused on the fangirl. "Please refrain from stick or Twinkie jokes, Jeichan."

"Aw, but I bet B would love it."

"My stick is not up for discussion…." L replied in his monotone, the next moment taking off his shoe and poking B's face with his big toe. He blinked and frowned at Jeichan's sudden laughter. He slowly turned to the fangirl as she peeked over the seat.

"Are you sure it's not up? After that kiss?"

"You're incorrigible. I do not have that sort of desire for B, nor for Kira, I….." L froze and closed his mouth, the pallid skin of his cheeks taking on a scarlet tinge.

Jeichan's eyes widened into large circles as the detective abruptly threw himself toward the window and pulled his bare foot protectively against him. His cheeks tomato-red, he glared at his copycat grinning from the bus floor. "Stay away from my foot, B!"

"C'mon, I only got to lick it a few times, let me give it a good suck…."

Jeichan's eyes widened further, then flitted from L to B and back to L. Her fujoshi mind on overload, she could barely speak except to ask 'Eh-?' The next second she choked on the laughter she struggled to hold back.

"It was only….you had it right in my face, what was I supposed to do?"

"My feet are my feet, keep away from them, B." L growled his cheeks still red.

Sitting in the aisle, the dark haired criminal tittered, noticing that his words had the expected effect on the fangirl, yet he blinked at the detective's reaction and the unexpected blush on those usually colorless cheeks. B tilted his head, then froze. The idea crashed into his thoughts like an unanticipated birthday surprise.

"Don't tell me that….that that did….." B stammered, blinking at the same pace as his halting words. The sight of the detective hunched against the window, knees raised protectively against his chest, and the scarlet cheeks that refused to fade back to white, jolted B from the fog of mere humor. "Are you…aroused?!"

A strong, deliberate kick was L's only response.

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Jeichan splashed water on her face and stared into the mirror, trying to control her laughter and prevent her own cheeks from reddening.

'I can't believe L's weakness is his feet….B just licked them and – wow!' The fangirl clamped her hands over her mouth and nose, and took in a few deep breaths. It wouldn't be fitting to break out in giggles the moment she left the restroom. The fact that L's kicking B almost got them kicked off the bus strengthened her resolve to behave at least remotely civilized.

Though the fact that quickly upon entering the buffet, B dragged L into the men's restroom threatened to give Jeichan a fangasm. The idea that B was trying to help L with his unexpected arousal kept Jeichan from being able to rein in her fantasies.

"There's no way I can do this. No way can I see them and not ask…." Jeichan jerked forward as something scratched her neck, sending a jolt through her spine. Touching the spot on the back of her neck that felt the scratch, she grabbed the object; her stomach strangely filled with butterflies.

Her thoughts jumbled from perversity, she observed the object as though from a distance, her mind filled with fog. The next second she gaped at the mirror, crinkling up the scrap of paper slowly in her hand.

"Heh heh, nice to meet you. Now how about getting me some apples?"

"You have got to be kidding…."

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"Why did you pull me into the restroom with you?" L rounded on B as he exited what seemed to be the only locking stall in the men's restroom.

"You seriously wanted to sit through the buffet with a hard…."

"That's not what I….I would've found the restroom by myself ok, you didn't have to tag along."

"But it'll give Jeichan something to fantasize and torture herself over, desperately wanting to know what happened between us in the restroom."

"….nothing happened or is going to happen between us. Now, let's get back to the dessert buffet…." L blinked as he was suddenly tackled by B and pinned to the floor. Facedown. "B…."

"Oh, come on, you barely made a sound in the stall – you can't expect me to be satisfied and let you go." B whined with a smile, the next moment sucking on the detective' neck while covering his mouth.

L scowled and attempted to bite B's hand or kick him, the dark haired murderer's assault on his neck more irritating than arousing. B simply chuckled.

L froze and pursed his lips to stifle back his gasp as B trailed a finger along the underside of his foot. The sensitive appendage was bare and unprotected beneath the menacing man's fingers.

"B….stop it." L's monotone was steady though his cheeks reddened considerably.

"I can't believe your feet were your weak spot this whole time. It makes me want to kick myself for not discovering it sooner."

"B…" L shivered as B's rough fingers massaged his foot, his mind suddenly blank. The next second his growling stomach broke through his haze and he kicked B. "I said stop. It's time for the all-you-can-eat buffet…."

"But all I want to eat is you…."

L swiftly pushed B off him with a well-placed kick to the groin. The dark haired pervert curled up in pain and cursed, unable to prevent the detective from leaving the restroom.

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"Ryuk?! Why? How?" Jeichan turned around and stared at the shinigami, her mind reaching the danger zone of disbelief.

"Hyuk. Well, I'm under no obligation to explain things, but….you've been amusing these past few weeks so, I'll answer a few questions." The shinigami grinned.

"….ah, ok. So why are you here?"

"Because it's interesting." Ryuk replied, his expression asking 'did you really need to ask that question?'

"That was a waste of a question…." Jeichan mumbled and sighed. "All right. How can you exist in this world where you're only an anime character?

"That….I can't answer."

"…..what good is it asking you questions if the answers don't explain anything?"

"None whatsoever." Ryuk grinned and flew to the ceiling then back down, placing his feet on the linoleum floor and tucking in his shinigami wings. "Ok. I'm done answering questions. Time to get me some apples."

"….I'm under no obligation to get you apples."

"I'll just write your name in my death note then."

"Go ahead. I've got nothing better to do." Jeichan replied dryly, leaning against the sink.

"…..are you serious?"

"….are you trying to blackmail me? Yes you are, so yes I'm serious." Jeichan stared up at the shinigami, watching as he paused with his pen poised over his open death note. "Now, though it seems I've gotten my own harem of yaoi fodder, I am no closer to getting to watch them go at it since I met them. So, if you want apples either give me a better explanation of how and why you're here or hand me a yaoi-note if such exists."

"….yaoi notes don't exist." Ryuk began, holding back his grin until Jeichan shrugged her shoulders in a 'can't help you' gesture. "However, the death note can only kill people while they're in their original world. It can still control them though if you write in their names."

"…." Jeichan blinked and tapped her lip. "So yaoi notes don't technically exist, but I can use a regular death note to influence those who are not in their original worlds by its powers without killing them?"

"Yep. Of course the other rules are the same. If it isn't something the person would normally do, it won't happen."

"So, I can't write all their names in the death note and have them act out scenes from the Rocky Horror Picture Show unless they've thought of it before?"

"….why would you wanna do that?"

"I don't know. It's the first thing that popped into my head."

"Do you always follow the ideas that pop into your head?

"Only if they take me somewhere fun, otherwise I hate following anything."

"….." Ryuk blinked and tilted his head; a second later he shrugged and held out the death note. "If you want this, get me some apples."

"Why don't you sneak some from the buffet? I'm sure they have sliced apples somewhere in the fruit section."

"….I already ate them all."

"…..seriously?"

"Yep."

"….." Jeichan sighed, her next words cut off by the sound of agitated and alarmed voices outside the restroom. The fangirl blinked, the next second shaking away the idea she'd optimistically locked inside.

'Please don't tell me that L and B raided the dessert bar to an extreme….'

As Jeichan approached the door, it swung open, and in hurried the raven-haired detective.

"This is the women's restroom, you know!"

"Jeichan, we need to get back to the others."

"Why? What happened?"

"I think there may be a shinigami around – all the apples are gone and the person in charge of bringing them out has died of a heart attack…."

"….." Seconds passed as Jeichan grasped for what to say, her every heartbeat marking the fear and excitement of L turning toward Ryuk. The shinigami's laughter exasperated that feeling. 'Ryuk….hey. Why doesn't L….' "Oh." She mouthed as Ryuk danced in front of L with the detective not flinching. 'Of course, L never touched a death note belonging to Ryuk. He can't see the shinigami.'

"Come on, we need to hurry back. I already paid the bill for the buffet." L grabbed Jeichan's arm, causing the fangirl to flinch before following him. It wasn't until the restroom door swung shut that she blinked and checked her pocket.

It was empty.

"When the hell did you pickpocket the credit card from my pants!?"

"It wasn't me. B was the one who did it. I just took it back from him."

"Yo…You….that…."

"Now isn't the time for complaints. We need to get back to the others and make sure no death notes get anywhere near Light."

"Ah…I…uhhh…." Jeichan followed L as he grabbed B's arm and dragged the criminal out of the restaurant, while B held a decadent chocolate ice cream cone with sprinkles, hot fudge and oreo bits in his right hand and a vanilla ice cream cone topped with strawberry syrup and rainbow sprinkles and cherries in his left. A few extravagantly decorated brownies clenched between his lips finished the delicious assortment.

"Mm…um…..umm." B mumbled, his attempt to keep the brownie in his mouth hindering all formation of speech. "MM…Ummmm. Urgh…um…." It continued even after L grabbed the vanilla cone from the criminal's left hand and began devouring it. "HMMM! UNN! Urr…URH!"

"Now's not the time to be making such sounds, B. Not while a shinigami is around…."

Jeichan simply gaped at the two, Ryuk's uncontrollable laughter ringing from her left.