A/N: This bit was inspired by Rufus Wainwright's "Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk". As with all of my Death Note fiction, no particular pairings are purported here; that's up to you to decide.
Enjoy!
Chocolate Milk
"You're going to shorten your life by about ten years doing that, you know," Light said casually, rubbing at the chafed mark around his wrist where the cuff rested.
I swallowed. Manners may not be my strong point, but I do know better than to talk with your mouth full. "And what is that?"
Light leaned back, a small smile playing around his lips. "Well, I don't know…you have in front of you a cup of coffee with six sugar cubes and who knows how many creams…"
"Eight sugar cubes, two creams," I corrected him.
"Fine. You also have a slice of strawberry cheesecake, five assorted candies, and a glass of chocolate milk. Hardly a balanced meal, especially considering that it's two thirty in the morning."
"And your point?"
"If your back or heart doesn't give out first, diabetes will have set in in five years max. Besides, it cant be good for your teeth."
For a moment, there was silence.
"Your chance of being Kira just rose five percent," I said, loading my fork again.
Light let out an exasperated sigh. "What did I do this time?"
"You were speculating on my death," I pointed out. "Either a.) you care enough to worry about my health or b.) you're Kira. Both unlikely, but I'll go with the last."
Light opened his mouth to protest, then decided against it and shook his head instead. "Whatever, Ryuzaki," he said, turning back to the keyboard. "I'll just have to prove to you that I'm not Kira."
As the tapping of the keyboard resumed, I said, "The sweets wont kill me, Light-kun."
Lingering in the air were the unspoken words, it will be you.