Whipped Cream
LxLight
Disclaimer: We do not own L or Light or Death Note in general. If we did, L and Light would be in passionate love and still alive.
A/N Chips: Hey, Chips here. ^^ So, me and Nikkiacatmeki, the famous author of Elements of Madness and Body Swapped, (Go read them now if you have not!) have decided to do a collab, with me as the POV of L, and Nikkia as the POV of Light.
Yes, it is random, but it has a plot (sort of) and is fluffy. So, read on! ^^
L sat in the Head Quarters, mostly ignoring everyone else. After all, the Japanese Task Force didn't do much; they were having a conversation about gummy bears at the moment, and though the topic intrigued L, he'd much rather research. After all, Kira was still at large; they couldn't be wasting time talking about unimportant things such as gummy bears. L's fingers were quickly tapping away at the keys on his laptop, as if they were possessed.
Light thought that by now L would have either joined the conversation or told the Task Force to shut up and get back to work. But no, the man was glued to his computer screen, working like his life depended on it. Was there something wrong with him?
L sighed quietly, still staring at the computer screen and starting to half-listen to the conversation. Matsuda was talking about gummy bear vitamins now. They have that? L thought, but didn't say anything. Instead, he started to type furiously again.
Light heard L sigh and turned to look at him. He still looked like his usual freaky self. But strangely enough, he had nothing sweet in front of him. He hadn't even commented on the vitamins thing! There had to be something bothering him.
"Ryuzaki? Are you ok?" Light asked carefully
L blinked. Light was asking him if he was okay? Since when did he care? "Yes, I'm fine," L murmured, trying not to say it too quickly. He realized that the Task Force wasn't paying attention; they were still talking about gummy bears.
He claimed he was fine. But...it was still strange.
"Why aren't you eating anything?"
As long as he had known L, the detective was rarely without sweets of some kind. And his answer had seemed rather rushed. Light wished he knew how L was thinking, but he was too hard to read.
"I'm not hungry," L replied simply, hoping Light would just drop the subject. Although, knowing the genius, he wouldn't. L kept his eyes glued to the laptop screen and started to type again.
Light raised his eyebrows. L always seemed to be hungry. He would have to figure this out. Perhaps he was working too much?
"Come on, Ryuzaki." Light stood up. "Take a break. You are going to ruin your eyes staring at the screen like that."
L reluctantly looked up from the screen, turning to stare at Light. "I'll be fine," He protested quietly.
"No, you won't. Now either stand up of your own free will, or I'll drag you out," Light threatened, crossing his arms.
L looked uncertain, but eventually sighed and stood, knowing that Light wasn't joking around.
Good. He was out of the chair. The next step was to get him out of the room and away from the computer, and his laptop, which was upstairs.
"What do you want to do, then? Preferably something non-work."
L was at a loss. All he ever did was work. So, instead of answering, he stared at Light blankly, hoping that Light could suggest something instead.
"Uh..." Why did Light suddenly feel embarrased? Probably because L was staring at him again.
"We could play a game. Or go out somewhere. Or...something," He finished lamely.
L blinked. He probably could've thought of those things himself. "Let's play a game then," He muttered. He didn't really want to go out somewhere, so playing a game seemed like the best option.
"Ok then. What should we play?"
Light hoped that L wouldn't suddenly decide to start working again. He needed a break.
"Oh, and Ryuzaki...you seem pretty distracted today," Light commented in what he hoped was a casual tone.
L stared off into space for a moment, trying to figure out what they should play. He didn't even know what games they had. But Light's comment on him being distracted snapped him out of his daze. "I'm not distracted," He lied.
L was lying. It was painfully obvious. Usually he was constantly analyzing everything Light did, and nine times out of ten he would bring out the Kira accusations, but right now he was just staring off into space.
"Oh yes you are. And now you're lying, as well. Oh wait, don't you always do that?"
L hated the last sentence Light had said. He glared at the wall, not daring to stare at Light. He knew that when you looked into someone's eyes, they could tell you were lying, and therefore, it would be a stupid move to talk to him while staring at him.
"You're one to talk," He growled.
The nerve of this man! "What is that supposed to mean? Every other thing you say is a lie! Here I am, worried about you, and all you can do is be rude!" Light said angrily, trying not to raise his voice.
As it was, the Task Force had stopped their idiotic conversation and were now staring at them.
L flinched. He hated to admit it, but maybe Light was right. L didn't say anything though. Instead, he silently turned to glance at the Task Force. They launched back into their conversation, as if not wanting L to know that they had been listening. But L wasn't stupid.
Light waited for a response, but there was none. Of course not. L would never admit that he was wrong. He was now staring at the Task Members as though they were the most interesting thing in the world. Yeah, right. Matsuda was talking about his grandmother's foot disease.
L continued to stare at the Task Force. He really disliked the conversation right now, but he didn't want to talk to Light anymore.
L was still ignoring him. Was he even paying any attention to Light? Maybe he should say something random, to see if he was listening.
"Hey, L. Do we have any whipped cream?"
All L heard was the word 'whipped cream.' "What about whipped cream?" He asked, turning to give Light a confused stare.
Light smirked. "So, you're talking to me again? And you didn't even notice I called you L."
Now he was having mental images of himself and L...
L didn't reply, but he didn't look away from Light this time either. Instead, he stared at Light silently, lost in thought...
L was staring at him. Light shuffled his feet uncomfortably, wishing the detective would avert his gaze.
"Ryuzaki...L. What are you thinking about?" He asked before he could stop himself.
L blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. "Um, whipped cream," He answered instinctively.
Light could feel his face turning red.
"...Really? Whipped cream...and what?"
"And..." L mused. "That's it," He replied simply, not wanting to admit what he'd really been thinking about.
Light narrowed his eyes. "If you say so..." He was glad L didn't ask what he had been thinking. Because that was just...
L... Whipped cream...
No! Perverted thoughts!
As if L had read his mind, (not the whipped cream part, the part where Light was glad L didn't ask what he was thinking.) he asked, "What are you thinking about, Light-kun?
L just HAD to ask, didn't he?
"Oh, you know...not you, if that's what you think," Light lied.
"Well what ARE you thinking about?" L asked curiously.
Whipped cream and L and beds and-
"Nothing! Not you, not whipped cream, not anything!"
"Um... okay..." L said slowly, wondering if Light was alright. He was acting pretty strange.
Light refused to meet L's eyes. "Yeah. So why are we just standing here?"
L shrugged. He led the way into the kitchen, because now he was craving whipped cream.
A/N Yes, I ended the chapter abruptly. We already have a lot more in stock though. If you liked, just click the button down there and write a review. ^^