"Yagami-kun…" L's voice came softly from the other side of the room. Pulling the heavy sheets off of himself, he stepped onto the hardwood floor and towards Light. "…Yagami-kun!" He repeated himself. Grunting, Light opened his eyes slightly so that he could see the detective that stood before him. His chestnut hair was sticking up on the top of his head. "Ryuzaki?" Light opened his eyes completely and glanced over to the alarm clock. Still not being fully awake, he yawned and pulled off half of the sheets, only exposing the top part of his body. "Wh-What are you doing this early?" L had his hands shoved in his pockets, with his back hunched over as usual. "I would like to have a snack. Seeing as though you are on the other side of these handcuffs, I cannot leave to go to the kitchen myself." As Light was fully awake and could grasp onto what L was saying, he simply rolled his eyes at the detective. "You eat way too many sweets. How can you be so sure that you won't get diabetes from eating such things?" He chuckled as he fell back into his bed. "Go back to bed, Ryuzaki." L frowned. That wasn't the response he was wanting. He knew Light would never understand the reason he ate sweets, he hardly even knew himself. He only knew that if he wanted his sweets, he was going to get his sweets. After waiting a while, Light noticed that L refused to move. "You're so stubborn, you know. It drives me insane sometimes." Light groaned as he pulled the blankets off of the rest of his body. Putting his arms up in the air to stretch, he was suddenly yanked
forward out of the small bedroom by L. They were both tired and aggravated, neither of them were going to be patient with each other.
Light was slumped in a metal bar stool in front of the counter. The handcuffs that went over the counter and partly across the room were rattling while L was shoving things around in the fridge, looking for his perfect late-night snack. When L was looking for something in the fridge, and he was often, he stuck his entire body in the fridge. Light always found it somewhat amusing. He never said anything about it, it was just another one of L's odd functions. This one was just slightly more humorous to watch in action.
Light looked up at the hunched detective when he heard the clattering in the fridge come to a stop. L walked over to the counter carrying a plate of strawberry-swirl cheesecake in his hands. He sat down next to Light, and begin eating his masterpiece. Light stared at L as he ate. Not because of the ridiculous amount of whipped cream he had covered his dessert with, but because of the way he ate. He would pinch the fork in between his thumb and pointer finger, slowly rest it into the dessert, and then examine the cheesecake. Then he would lowly lift the fork into his mouth, and it would stay there for what seems to be an eternity. Light couldn't stand this. He had nothing to do at times like this besides watch the detective eat in the odd ways he functioned. Desperate to see something interesting take place, he scooted the plate slowly away from L's grasp. The large, dark orbs in L's eyes stared at Light in shock. Light chuckled to himself. "Oh, what's wrong, Ryuzaki?" L's eyes narrowed at Light. He reached out to grab his cheesecake, but Light pushed it to the other side of the counter to where he knew L wouldn't be able to reach. "You really think I'm getting up in the middle of the night just to be pulled around by you? C'mon, Ryuzaki! Fight for what you want!" Light said sarcastically as he laughed at L. Light was much taller and stronger than L, there was no way he could get his dessert back unless he played Light's little games. "I accept your challenge, Yagami-kun!" L stood up. Taking this whole joke too seriously, he knocked Light out of his seat. As Light hit the hard floor, L stood over him, cheesecake in hand. "Please do not tease me at such hours. We can have our usual fits and arguments in the morning. Come on, Raito-kun. We are going back to bed." Light stood up, one hand on his head because of the pain he felt from getting knocked onto the floor, the other being yanked forward into the hallway yet again by L, rushing to get back to bed.
They entered the small bedroom, L in the lead. Light never liked being bossed around, but it was such a late hour that he didn't have the energy to fight back. He willingly let L pull him into the room. L got up onto his bed and sat with his legs curled beneath him, as usual. Light got back into his bed and pulled the large covers back over himself. Both of them were silent. The only thing that was audible was the sound of L's fork tapping against the glass plate every time he went for another bite. It was getting to the point where Light couldn't take simple noises like that anymore, because it was late and all he had wanted was to get a good night's sleep. "Ryuzaki…" L turned his head, the black orbs in his eyes laid on Light. "…Could you tell me why you enjoy eating sweets so much?" Light didn't know why he would ask something like that, he didn't even think he wanted to know the answer. He just desperately wanted to break the deadly silence. "You are the head suspect on the Kira case, Raito-kun. There is no reason for you to ask such questions, unless you were trying to learn more about me so that you could kill me." Light rolled his eyes. "I've told you at least a hundred times; I am not Kira, no matter how much you want me to be." Light sat up so that he could see L. He wanted to see his reaction. L sat his plate down on the nightstand next to his bed, and turned to face Light. "I think you over-exaggerated on your estimate, Raito-kun. You have not told me such things a hundred times. You are also in the wrong; I would have no intention of being your friend if I wanted you to be Kira. I don't think you understand how injustice Kira truly is. Asking me about my sweets raised my suspicion of you being Kira by 5%." That wasn't what Light wanted to hear, but he was far too tired to argue. "I understand." Light turned back over and fell asleep quickly. L didn't fall asleep for about another hour or so, but he never had good sleeping habits in the first place. He was always used to such extreme working hours. He was sitting in the same position he was always in; legs curled up underneath of himself, and his hands resting gentle on his knees. His messy, black hair fell over his face and he was now asleep.