Authors Note: No..I don't own these two lovely boys. If I did, there would be lots of fluffyness.

Please understand this is purely for my entertainment, and is not to be taken seriously XD

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Slurp slurp.

Light frowned. He sat, watching the news, on the couch of the room he had been stuck in for 24 hours now. L had been working him hard as of late on the Kira case, and he hadn't gotten any fresh air for a while.

Slurp.

He also hadn't slept for more than 48 hours. His eyes were drooping and even some thing as small (or large) as L's eating habits were annoying him.

Slurp slurp.

"Must you continue with that awful noise?"

The detective beside him didn't answer, but instead made a very loud slurp with the lollipop; his current sweet of choice. Barely an hour ago, it had been the size of Light's outstretched hand, and now it was barely the size of his eye. L's way of eating sweets was truly bizarre.

Light sighed again, massaging his temples. He needed to sleep, but the sugar-addict was forcing Light to stay awake along side him, for a reason Light didn't know.

"I am glad that you are not likely to be Kira."

He turned his head so suddenly it looked like a blur. L didn't even blink. Light did. He was angry, that was for sure. But now that he had turned to face his friend (if you could even call him that any more), he could fully see him.

L was sitting as he always was, his knees pulled up firmly against his chest. What Light hadn't been prepared for, was the image of L sticking out his tongue to take another lick of his lollipop. This was what made Light lose almost his entire coherency.

"What makes you…say that?" he choked out, still trying to regain his composure.

If L noticed this sudden loss of dignity (which he probably did), he didn't say so. He stared at the TV, seeming uninterested.

"Light-kun is the first friend I have ever had," L explained, as if it meant nothing at all. "So if Light-kun was Kira, he couldn't be my friend."

Light nodded his head dumbly, "Yeah, I suppose so." He was still a little distracted.

"Is some thing bothering you, Light-kun?" L asked, finally turning his head to look at Light. The gaze was piercing and intimidating.

"Bothering me? What?! No! Not at all!" Light replied quickly, shaking his head.

"You are distracted. Some thing is bothering you." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

Light stared at the detective. He supposed telling the truth couldn't hurt, he just wouldn't tell the whole truth. "Could you stop slurping that lollipop?" he asked casually.

"Light-kun is bothered by my lollipop?" L asked innocent, sticking out his tongue to lick the lollipop again.

Light's expression became one of surprise as he watched L take another lick of his sweet. He closed his eyes, but the image was already imprinted in his mind. "Yes. It's annoying."

"I'm sorry." L said. He didn't sound sorry, in fact, it almost sounded as though he was trying to stifle a laugh. His expression turned thoughtful, and he held his lollipop out towards Light. "Would Light-kun like a lick of my lollipop?"

Light froze. His poorly abused, hormonal teenage mind flashed images in front of his face, which he was very glad L couldn't see. He barely managed to choke the words out.

"No…thanks..."

L watched him in amusement for a second before turning back to the TV. Light barely heard what he whispered.

"Pity."

He started to lick the lollipop again. Light rubbed his eyes and let out a sigh. This was going to be a long night.

Slurp.