Cracktastic Journey 1

                         Chapter 1: Misa in Leather

AN: Read the description!!! I mean it!!


Crunch.

Light gritted his teeth at the sound. Dear God, how could simply biting into a bar of chocolate be so

loud?

This was an ironic statement in itself, seeing as how he planned to become God of the new world.

But right now, he was half-asleep, only in his boxers, blinking blearily holding the bedroom door open.

His hair was in a state he let few people see, and to top it all off, the handcuff on his wrist was

making a falsely merry tinkling. But that was only icing on the cake. What he was squinting at right

now had to be the strawberry.

    "Can I help you?" he finally asked.

His eyes still were busy taking in the sight of a leather-clad gothic looking Misa-thing. Light realized

with growing horror that said Misa-thing was a male.

The gender confused boy bit into his chocolate bar again, snapping it with a flair Light felt was

melodramatic. How many hours did one spend in front of a mirror practicing that perfect crunch?

    ...Not that the way he ate potato chips was any better.

"Sure you can help me," said the boy, tossing blond hair. "I'm here to take him."
   
     "Take who where?" asked Light, stifling a yawn.

"It's that time of year again," the male explained. He was edging to the doorway subtly.

      "Hunh? What are you-"

The male shoved past him and entered the bedroom. He surveyed the empty bed and ignored Light's

sleepy protests.
"
Oh ho, it looks as if he was expecting us," he said, patting the rumpled sheets.
   
       "Hn...do you mean Ryuzaki?"

It finally dawned on Light's tired mind.

"What-where did he go? He was on the bed a moment ago-"

         "As I said, he was expecting us," said the leather stranger, pulling out sunglasses and placing

them on. "He is moving as we speak. We must hurry!"
  

 Light could feel himself being suddenly pulled down the hall by his hand, the chain of his empty

handcuff dangling behind. His hair was still awful, and he hadn't gotten a chance to put on any

clothes, and he was being tugged at a breakneck pace by a leather-sporting small blonde chocoholic

in search of a runaway panda detective.

He should've known it was only the start of a very bad day….