A wave of nausia undulated through me as I beheld the sight of L, blissfully consuming more than a lifetime's worth of sugar.

I examined my slab of roasted chicken, struggling to work up an appetite. Ever since being grudgingly chained to the eccentric sugar addict that was currently wrapping his mouth around a globule of a miscelanious sugary substance, I had been too disturbed to eat much of anything during meals. My churning stomach proceeded to contradict itself with an agitated grumble. I really should try to force some form of nourishment into my body, if only to assist my reasoning capabilities.

I tentitivly lifted my fork... the normal way mind you. Another disturbing thing about the crazed detectives eating habits was the way he held his utensils. He held them at the very end of the handle, pinching with his thumb and finger. It was as if his body subconsiously knew that the levels of sugar on each forkful may very well have reached toxic levels! Not to mention that this style agitated the neat freak segment of my brain (Yes, a segment of my brain is used for cleanliness. Don't Judge me! You're not intelligent enough to judge my brainpower usage!) registers an accident waiting to happen. It would be so easy for the edge of that fork to slip through the man's pale fingers- then splat. We were in such close proximity that a fallen fork had the dangerously high probability of falling on my lap... leaving stains. Believe me, the colored assortments of fat and carbohydrates that the man dares to call food stains easily.

I set my fork down and glared uneasily at the suddenly threatening portion of chicken. I could only imagine what L would do to it if he got his hands on it. He would add sugar... piles of sugar, and syrup, and whipped cream, and chocolate, and a processed strawberry. I shuddered.

"Aren't you hungry Light-kun?"

"Not at the moment, Ryuuzaki," I uttered through clenched teeth.

"Very well. We will commence with post-dinner research."

I rose from the table silently, and uttered a silent prayer to any gods that may exist that Kira would be caught soon. If not for the sake of justice, at least for the sake of my sanity. I wanted to run from here, far away from the oddball detective who I'm fairly sure sweats sugar- and I'm positive doesn't shower.

I returned to my work with a newfound vigor. L nodded approvingly... if only he knew my motivations...