It was a normal day at the Task Force Headquarters. Mogi, Aizawa and Chief Yagami were all working diligently on the Kira case. Light and L were currently going over some new information together while Misa had engaged Matsuda in a rather pointless and stupid conversation about their favorite old cartoons.
"I remember I used to love Astroboy." Matsuda said happily, "I wanted to be just like him. I even tried flying off the living room couch a couple of times, it never did work…"
Misa giggled, "That's really cute Matty, although I always preferred Sailor Moon. I watched it all the time!"
As the two continued gushing over their respective childhood memories, L rolled his eyes and attempted to ignore them, but eventually their incesscent chatter became too much for him. He was about to admonish Matsuda for not doing his work when suddenly, a thought struck him.
He turned his gaze over to Light, who was looking over some spreadsheets, as his mind wandered back to his own favoite cartoon. Once the idea had fully formed inside L's genius mind, he stood up.
Light noticed the movement and turned to face the detective.
"Something wrong Ryuuzaki?" He asked curiously.
L just kept smiling, "Nothing is wrong Light-kun…except that you are Kira."
Light sighed and rolled his eyes, "Ryuuzaki, I told you I'm NOT Kira."
"Yes you are." L insisted.
"No I'm not." Light responded, beginning to feel annoyed.
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not."
"No you're not."
"Yes I am."
"No you're not."
"Yes I am."
"No you're not."
"Yes I am."
"No you're not."
"Yes I am."
"No you're not."
"YES I AM!!" Light shouted getting the attention of the rest of the Task Force, "I AM KIRA AND YOU SHOULD ARREST ME RIGHT NOW!!"
"Hmmm…Okay." L said with a shrug.
Before Light knew it the handcuffs connecting him to L were gone, replaced by a regular pair attached to both his wrists. His eyes widened as he realized what he had done; they then narrowed again at the sugar-loving detective who'd busted him.
"I hate you." Light seethed.
"No you don't."
A/N: …I need to sleep more.