L Gets a Cold
inspired by getting a cold
influenced by Maiden of the Moon's story where L wouldn't eat pot pie.
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note or any of its characters, affiliates, etc. Maiden of the Moon wrote The Definition of Pie, not me, but it did influence the way Light acts in mine, because in the anime I can't picture him doing this.
I do, however, currently own a cold. Or it owns me. _
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"L, are you alright?" Light glanced over at the boy. He was hunched over and gripped his feet with his hands, his fingernails cuttng into his skin.
"Aah- aah- ahhh... CHOOOOOO!" L fell sideways off of his chair and onto the ground, moaning.
Light deadpanned. "I knew it! You've been pulling all-nighters on this stupid case, haven't you! L, you have got to get some sleep, now you've got a cold!"
L groaned, still lying on the floor. "No... I have to stop... Kira..."
"Well, you're never gonna be able to do it this way!" Light exclaimed, pulling the boy up and dragging him to a nearby sofa. "Sit there," he said. "I'm going to go get you some chicken soup and Vitamin C drops, and when I get back I better not see you eating any sweets!"
At this, L perked up. "What? No sweets?"
"That's right," Light said. "And no tea either, it has caffeine. You really need to sleep."
L lightly touched the bags under his eyes, entertaining the thought. Sleep sounded very good right now... but people were dying. Being murdered. L shook his head with childlike defiance. "No, I can't."
Light's eyes went red. "You will."
L's eyes widened. Then...
"No!" he screamed, throwing a pillow at him. He sprang up from the sofa and sat back in his chair in front of his computer. "I'm fine. I only sneezed, after all. You needn't jump to conclusions."
Light deadpanned again. "You've got to be kidding me..."
The End
Summary: L gets a cold and Light takes care of him. No sweets, no tea, and LOTS OF SLEEP. One-shot.