Warnings: Mello always writes himself in situations like this, so there is a good bit more cursing than you may be used to seeing from me. Also, I suck at thinking up IM names for fictional characters. So sue me. Or don't. Because I want to keep my money.

-Oh, Bother!-

Bother 2: AIM

Light glanced over at L's computer screen, noticing the detective would type for a moment, pause, as if waiting for or reading something and type some more. Upon close inspection, his eyes widened slightly.

"Ryuzaki…" He addressed slowly. "Are you…chatting with someone on AIM?"

"Just some friends from back home in England." L replied absently. "Would Light-kun like to be invited to the chat?"

Light blinked once. Twice. Three times before nodding rather dumbly and giving L his screenname. He then hastily signed in to AIM, and awaited the invite.

'Why did L offer to invite me?' He wondered. 'Could he be plotting something?'

Well, L was always plotting something, be it the downfall of Kira or the grisly death of the last slice of cake, but that was mostly beside the point. When the invite window appeared, he clicked 'join' and watched as the chat window popped up. There appeared to be three people besides himself and L, and what odd screennames they had.

ChocolateCoveredBlond: Hey, L, who's the dork?

Games-or-Death: Yeah, what gives? I thought this was a private chat?

CandyMuncher1031: I assure you, the chat is still very much private. This is Light. You remember me mentioning him?

ChocolateCoveredBlond: Kind of a stupid screenname he's got…

TheLightOfRavenclaw: That's the pot calling the kettle black. At least mine doesn't sound like the title of a porno.

"How would Light-kun know about prospective titles of pornographic films?" L inquired with a smirk.

Light ignored him in favor of seeing the trio's response.

Games-or-Death: LOL. He's got you, Mels.

ChocolateCoveredBlond: -punches- Shut the hell up, Matt!

OptimusOrBust: typically, when one types an action out, such as Mello just did, they do not follow through with said action in real life…I do believe Matt shall have a bruise…

ChocolateCoveredBlond: Nobody asked you, you freakish sheep boy.

"Ryuzaki…" Light ventured. "How old are these friends of yours? They seem rather…immature…"

"That is because they are, Light-kun. They're thirteen and eleven, respectively." L answered nonchalantly. "They also have mental capabilities greater than that of your average adult…"

The three had continued to bicker amongst themselves until Games-or-Death, 'Matt' if Light followed the conversation correctly, called out to L.

Games-or-Death: L…Mello's being all…nasty. With his food…

OptimusOrBust: As usual…

ChocolateCoveredBlond: What? I'm just eating chicken strips…

Games-or-Death: covered in chocolate… -shivers-

CandyMuncher1031: Really? How is it?

Light paused to give his chainmate a disgusted look.

TheLightOfRavenclaw: That's gross!

ChocolateCoveredBlond: Your face is gross, Harry Pot-Head.

Candymuncher1031: Please do not insult good literature, Mello-kun.

Light just couldn't stop himself from sinking to Mello's level. It was against his better judgment, but the blond had insulted his beautiful face, and his favorite book series.

TheLightOfRavenclaw: Oh yeah? Well, your mom is gross, you porn star in training!

There was resounding silence in the chatroom. Several moments passed in which no one said anything. Light chanced a glance at L for some sort of explanation. L simply stared at him unblinking before pointing a finger at the screen to indicate Light should look. Light did, and saw a message from Near.

OptimusOrBust: While I assume Light had o way of knowing, his last comment was…as they say…below the belt.

TheLightOfRavenclaw: What? Matt made a porn comment earlier too…

CandyMuncher1031: Not that comment, Light-kun. The one concerning the maternal side of Mello-kun's family.

ChocolateCoveredBlond: We're all orphans, jackass…and I was quite close to my mother before she…died…

Games-or-Death: Way to go, idiot. You've made Mels start crying! He's going to be all emo for a week now…

Light blinked at the screen several times.

TheLightOfRavenclaw: Seriously? Hey, I'm sorry, I just…

"Crap." Light swore aloud, unsure how to backtrack and show he really didn't mean to offend Mello. Actually, yes, he had meant to offend him…just not that level of offense.

TheLightOfRavenclaw: Look, Mello, I didn't mean it…

ChocolateCoveredBlond: Look dude, just shut up, you've said enough.

Games-or-Death: Hello, good sir. On behalf of the internets, I must regretfully inform you to GTFO and take your FAIL with you.

CandyMuncher1031: Perhaps it would be advisable for Light-kun to sign out of AIM, and return to work as his father and the others will be returning shortly, and I am sure he would not want his offense to be spotted amongst his coworkers.

TheLightOfRavenclaw: Has left the chat.

Having done so, he missed the next thing that was said.

ChocolateCoveredBlond: damn, L, you were right, he is fun to screw with. xDD as if I'd miss my mom. Bitch dropped me off at a hospital when I was born.

Light sighed as he looked over to L. "You could've mentioned they were orphans before, you know?

"I could have." L conceded. "But did not. I did not foresee Light-kun being stupid enough to rise to the baiting of a teenager."

Light suddenly felt far too annoyed to retort. Honestly, who would've thought AIM, of all things, could be such a bother?

-End of Bother 2.-

AN: Dedicated to Luna (Unspoiledrini) for the LOL Cats quote Matt used to inform Light he was made of Fail. Dedicated to Annie for the 'Your Face' line, one of her favorite comebacks. I know she'll never read this, but still I don't own AIM or Harry Potter. Hey, if my Light reads wheel of Time, why not harry Potter? xD

Also, the chocolate covered chicken strips really do taste as bad as they sound. I've had a few instances when the chocolate off a brownie would leak over on the chicken in my frozen dinner, and I couldn't bring myself to waste the food. Ick.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. Please review, and feel free to make suggestions as to how to bother/annoy Light. I have a few of these planned, but I write them out in odd intervals, so I'm open to suggestions.