Yet another Death Note fiction. Applause, applause...not really. Try to enjoy....
Pairings: None (Sorry, yaoi fans. And I don't think you could really count Misa/Light, as it is so one-sided).
Disclaimer: I own nothing relevant to Death Note.
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BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BU-
-SMASH!-
Light pounded the 'snooze' button with a white-knuckled fist, sending the alarm clock plummeting to the floor. Who set the alarm on a weekend...? he thought fuzzily. Closing his eyes once again, he curled up in his blanket and snuggled his head into the pillow, savoring the wonderful rest....
Suddenly, the blanket was ripped away, waking Light with a gasp as his eyelids flew open.
"Wha...!" He heard a squeaky giggle.
"Light, I thought you should get up now!" Misa.... She tittered again as he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes lazily.
"Sigh...Misa...," he said, not intending to finish the sentence. She thought it cute, or something, to annoy him, apparently. Why couldn't she just...disappear?
"Come on, Light!" she squealed, grabbing his arm. She was futilely tugging on him as he turned his head to look at the alarm clock, then realizing it was on the floor.
"Misa-a," he nearly whined, withdrawing his arm and tucking it under himself. "Hmph!" She left the room in a huff, her destination unknown.
She's gone.... he quietly rejoiced and reached down to grab the blanket Misa threw on the floor, wrapping himself in it..
Dammit.
Light groaned and whipped the blanket off onto the floor, probably with more force than necessary. Sitting up, he swiveled around and stood, stretching his arms above his head with a sigh.
Can't sleep now. Thanks, Misa.
He scuffled over to the walk-in closet, shutting the door. He snatched a grey button-down shirt, fiddling with the top two buttons.
Then, a faint tapping on the door. He stood listening; tap, tap, tap, tap.
"Light-kun," said a voice, obviously L's. "Why don't you come out of the closet now?" he said loudly. Hearing a mousey giggle, he assumed Misa had gone to L seeking assistance.
"I-," Wait, was that suggestive? Disgruntled, he didn't know how to reply. "I'm getting dressed, L," he finally said. He hurriedly slipped on a shirt and jammed his legs into some jeans, then flung the door open.
THUD, -feminine gasp-.
Light peered around the open door in confusion to see L lying on the floor, rubbing his head.
"Ouch," he said with no exclamation, standing up.
"I'm sorry, L," Light said smoothly. "I didn't realize you were standing so close to the door."
L looked at him blankly. "Is that so...," he deadpanned.
"Yes...it is...." A long pause drew out as they eyed each other suspiciously, Light determined not to avert first. Without a word, L walked into the other room.
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L looked down at the strawberry that had fallen to the floor. He made a small grunt, resuming his consumption of the cake before him. As he chewed, he listened to the slow strides emanating from down the hall and approached his way. Light then came into view, trudging into the kitchen. He took a seat across from L.
"Good morning." L looked up in mock surprise.
"Awake now, yes?" Light studied the crouched man as he ate, reminding him of his own hunger. However, he remained seated.
A small gnat flew around, buzzing inquisitively around L's head, who simply ignored it. It made its rounds, then decidedly zipped over to Light. He waved it away, slightly irked. The determined insect flew around the deterrent, landing on the table beside Light's hand. L observed over his cake, studying Light's reactions. As the gnat landed, Light raised his forefinger and casually crushed it where it was. L put a thumb to his lip.
"Hmm...," L hummed, drawing Light's attention as he wiped his finger on a napkin.
"What is it?"
"There is now a twenty-eight-percent chance that you are Kira," said L quietly. Light folded his arms across his chest and sighed.
"You're still going at that?" he said calmly. He was growing tired of having to restrict everything he does to avoid a percentage-raise. L simply looked at him, then took a bite of cake. Light stayed silent, waiting for him to elaborate. L ignored him, taking a sip of tea. Light sighed.
"So," Light began, "where did Misa run off to?" Honestly, he didn't care much, but he was making conversation.
"She asked me to tell you..." replied L, "she is going to the mall." Light smirked.
"Alright, then." More awkwardness as silence ensued.
Light-kun seems to be uncomfortable. L finished his food, staring at the vacant plate. While I am perfectly content in silence, he must be quite unnerved.
"Well," Light said, interrupting L's reverie, "I think I will just go in the other room... no Misa to bother me while I try to sleep, now." L looked at him from the corner of his eye. I wonder why he is smirking in such a way... could he be planning something? No, surely he wouldn't try something while he knew I was in such close vicinity. That would be absurd. Perhaps he only is in need of rest. L shrugged mentally, drawing circles in the crumbs on his plate.
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The afternoon sun shone brightly through the window, casting an uncomfortable glint over Light's sleeping eyes.
Ugh.
He picked his head up without shifting his body to look at his watch. 1:43 p.m., he thought without much conviction. It was the weekend. He noticed L, sitting in his odd fashion at the end of the couch. He appeared to be watching television, but he couldn't tell if he was napping.
"L, are you awake?" he rasped. L didn't respond. "L?" Without thinking, he shoved the detective with his foot, demanding a reaction. L flailed his arms for balance, eventually taking a death-grip on the arm rest.
"I was awake, Light-kun." He said it a little louder than usual, irritation mildly coloring his voice.
"Then why didn't you answer me?" asked Light calmly. He ignored him, gazing at the TV set. Light shifted himself vertically on the couch, scratching the back of his head. He glanced at L, who continued to frustrate him. Sighing, he got up to find something to eat.
Opening a cupboard door, he scanned the contents. Nothing. Only 'L food'. With a shrug of his shoulders, he reached forward to take a box of some sort of cookie, peeling back the plastic exterior with an obnoxious crackle. He took three morsels and placed the bag into its previous place in the cupboard.
L probably won't mind... I'll just take these three, and that's all. And if he does mind...well, I will most likely escape suspicion. Light eyed the three grasped in his fingers. Unless he counts the cookies... that will be a problem. No, what are the odds of that? he thought confidently, popping one into his mouth. Not bad. But... it is L... Perhaps I could-
Suddenly he heard a rustling of couch cushions. He hastily stuffed the two remaining treats into his right pocket, wiping the crumbs off his mouth roughly, smearing them on the back of his pants. In a heated panic, he half-leaped to the refrigerator, thrusting the doors open.
As L shuffled into the kitchen, hands in pockets, he saw Light, who appeared to be browsing for something in the refrigerator. Light whipped his head around his shoulder to look at L. "Hello, L," he greeted him. L ignored it. He took several steps closer to Light, locking eyes with him. He stopped when he was nearly six inches from his face and promptly sniffed.
"Hm..."
Light gulped quietly. He thinks my secretive behavior makes me more eligible to be Kira... I have to act nonchalant. With a slightly disturbed expression, Light closed the refrigerator doors and faced L.
"What is it, Ryuzaki?" he folded his arms over his chest, masking the irritation in his voice. L moved closer, bursting the bubble of Light's personal space. He is hiding something.... L scanned the counters for sign of disturbances. The cupboard door. It wasn't shut entirely. Focusing his attention on Light again, he smirked mischievously and walked over to the little door. Reaching up, he opened it and took down the box of cookies Light had. While staring at Light, L pulled back on the plastic seal. Light-kun has taken... he looked in the box, approximately three cookies.... It is quite suspicious how he fears my knowledge of it. Perhaps he was planning to drug them, and then replace them.
"Light-kun," said L. Light looked at him.
"What?" he said, bemused.
"Where are the other two?"
Light stared at him. No! L, you bastard! "Ryuzaki, what are you saying?"
L held pointed at the box. "Where are the other two you took from here?"
Damn! "The other two what, L?" Light was losing his smooth tone. L shuffled towards him, extending the box. "My cookies."