A/N: Hihi, my lovely readers. I currently have minor writer's block, and therefore this is an attempt to be rid of it.
Oh…I love innuendos.
The task force arrived at the appointed time, but for some unknown reason; L and his suspect had not been there. They had stalled getting to work for at least ten minutes, already beginning to grow impatient as they waited for the two boys. Watari had strolled into the room with a trolley of sugary diabetes on plates, fully unprepared for the detective's absence; as he was rather astonished to see two empty seats in front of several black screens. "Uhhh…have you seen Ryuzaki, Watari..?" a nervous Matsuda spoke, lacking confidence clearly spiking his voice.
The elderly man appeared just as surprised as the rest of them, as he shook his head slowly, muttering a few words; before making his leave. "No, I'm afraid I have not." He said, clearing the room of his person.
Meanwhile….
In the kitchen was Light and L. "Ryuzaki…you're doing that wrong." The brunette complained, placing the icing sugar on the counter.
"Raito-kun must be mistaken, I am managing quite well, thank you." The insomniac retorted, whisking the powdered sugar and exactly one cup of water in the large mixing bowl. To be quite honest, making a cake and icing with the great detective L; was much harder than at first glance. "Have you even ever done this before? Hold the fucking whisk properly, for goodness sake." the teen's patience was wearing thin. He snatched the utensil from the other's hand and offered the appropriate way of handling and mixing the ingredients; before passing it to the original owner. The ravenette struggled a bit, but got the swing of things eventually. "Will Raito-kun be making the cake?"
"Yes, I will actually." came the response.
"Alright, Raito-kun may proceed."
"I don't need your permission, 'L'." a hint of sarcasm reached his tone of voice as he answered; half tempted to roll his eyes.
"I believe Raito-kun should retrieve the other bag of icing sugar. It appears that we are short on some, the mixture is much too watery." The detective raised his gaze from the sweet substance in front of him to the male beside him.
"Oh, okay. I figured that would happen." The brown-haired boy was about to grab it from the small shelf underneath the counter, but paused. "Wait, where is it?"
"On the top right corner is a cupboard in which you shall find it." the dark-haired male replied, placing the whisk down on the countertop.
Light situated a small wooden chair at the foot of the counter, locating his feet upon the article of furniture; standing on it to have the capability of attaining the needed ingredient. His foot slipped from beneath him, and he tumbled from the chair, somehow managing to grasp the bowl of icing with one hand and ripping L's pants down with the other.
A loud clatter was heard in the direction of the kitchen, and the remainder of the task force ran to discover an embarrassed L, sitting on the countertop with his jeans hanging at the ankles, a bright scarlet blush painting his cheeks; and a messy Light, as he was kneeling in front of the other male, his face inches in proximity to the ravenette's crotch, covered in a milky pale liquid.
A long silence before the two boys burst into a fit of laughter at the expression on the task member's faces. They were stunned, but just mutely walked away from the disturbing scene; not one of them daring enough to pressure the hand-cuffed pair into an explanation and quite possibly a confession.
A/N: And there we have it. A random one-shot from me to you. I was so bored, and this is the ending results of a muse-less and quite possibly sleep-deprived me. Hope you liked it, and if you did, I would appreciate some reviews.
Sleep-less,
-Star Dancer