It had been a stressful morning.
Light's day had begun with the dulcet tones of a certain dysfunctional detective being whispered into his ear.
'Light...Light...'
Light had hoped to do what animals in the wild sometimes did to escape predators. He played dead.
'Light...'
L had gradually raised the volume until he was whining. He didn't shout though. Light sometimes wondered if he could.
Light decided to just give in. L would have his way. After all, Light was currently handcuffed to the man.
Opening his eyes, he'd been greeted by a mess of inky black fuzz, and two wide eyes.
'Light...it's time for cake...cake time.'
'Don't...hit...him...'
This was Light's new mantra which was repeated internally without fail every day. Light cared for L a lot, although he'd never tell L that. That didn't mean that he didn't want to strangle the fructose fiend every now and then. Or maybe more than that. Maybe all the time.
It was half-five in the morning. Light judged that L had probably been craving cake for about three hours now.
As soon as Light made to get out of bed, L stood up, his jeans and white long-sleeved t-shirt making a mockery of Light's dishevelled state. Light never thought he'd consider himself dishevelled in relation to L.
Sometime soon, he needed to take a long look at himself.
Sliding his feet into slippers, Light followed a visibly agitated L down to the kitchen.
As L made his way to the fridge, Light lent against a wall and watched the creature that he had inexplicably fallen head over heels for frantically search laden shelves. The fridge hummed in disapproval at it's interrupted job of preventing decay.
'Light...'
Light looked up. L sounded as though he was about to burst into tears.
'There's...no...cake...'
Coming from anyone else this would be just a minor glitch, if that, in the day.
This wasn't anyone else though. This was L. If you could inject cake, Light was sure he'd soon be confiscating hypodermics from the detective.
Where was Watari? L's associate normally had cakes on standby for L. Light had concluded that experience had taught Watari well.
He snapped out of his inner musings when he felt two thin hands grasp him by the shoulders.
L was shaking him.
'Where is the cake?!'