Author's Note: My friend said that I should write mpreg, so I'm writing mpreg. Yay…

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note.

The sun rose on yet another day of the Kira investigation. Red and orange streaked the Tokyo sky as Light Yagami awoke from his slumber next to the great detective L.

"Morning," L said.

"Morning already?" Light grumbled. "Do you ever sleep, Ryuuzaki?"

"If I did, I could never be sure that you really aren't Kira."

"Point taken." Light propped himself up on his elbows. He needed to find the real Kira, if not to punish him for his killings, then to make Ryuuzaki trust him. Or at least to get Ryuuzaki some sleep. As Light sat up, his head throbbed and the room spun. It was just too early.

Then, he gagged.

"Light? Are you feeling all right?"

L couldn't help being dragged along as Light dashed to the nearest bathroom, crouched over the toilet, and threw up.

"I'll take that as a no…"

Light straightened up. "I feel much better now. I think I got it out of my system."

Light flushed the toilet, rinsed out his mouth, and was semi-dragged downstairs by L for breakfast.

"Good morning, Light. Good morning, Ryuuzaki," Light's father greeted them.

"Morning, Dad. Morning, Matsuda." Light sat between his father and L as Matsuda stood in front of the stove, making bacon and eggs.

"Misa is still asleep, Aizawa isn't here yet, and Mogi left to get more eggs," Light's dad explained.

"It's smiley-face eggs and bacon!" Matsuda announced. Indeed, as Matsuda placed breakfast in front of them, the eggs stared blankly and the bacon was contorted into an arc vaguely resembling a smile.

"Again?" L asked.

Light gagged. "No thanks, I'm not really hungry after all…"

"Well, Misa-Misa always appreciates my efforts," Matsuda huffed as he took Light's plate back. "It's okay, Mr. Smiley-Face, I think you look delicious…"

"Idiot," Light muttered.

"Hey, I heard that!" Matsuda angrily took a bite of Light's breakfast.

"Light isn't feeling well this morning," L intervened. "Skipping breakfast might not be the worst idea."

"I'll be fine, really," Light answered the question before it was asked. "I just have an upset stomach."

"Light, you vomited."

"Oh, that's a little more understandable, then," Matsuda said. "Come on, Mr. Smiley-Face, let's go to another room."

"I think I'll call Mogi and see how those eggs are coming." Light's father left L and Light alone.

"Maybe you haven't been sleeping enough the past few weeks." L pushed his bacon and eggs away. "I have been keeping you up more than I probably should."

"I'm fine, Ryuuzaki, really," Light sighed. "Although sometimes I wonder what I been drinking…"

"Water."

"But what's in the water?"

"Light, you can't honestly feel that way about us."

L draped his arm over Light's shoulders and Light had to admit that he didn't.