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The Sugar Famine: Revenge Is Sweet

Chapter One

Light Doesn't Love Sugar

Light turn and ran. Unfortunately he only got about two steps before L's feet crashed into his back.

"Oh, no, Light-kun," L protested in his monotone. Light thought he heard, through the monotone, an edge of smug delight. "Running away never solves anything."

"It does when there's an insane insomniac detective trying to force-feed you sugar!" cried Light, slightly muffled as his face was pressed into the ground. He twitched. He now knew the true meaning of fear. L had been chasing him around the building for ten minutes. Light had been running away instead of fighting because L was waving around a sugar cube in a maniacally happy manner which made him very, very scared. He wanted to be nowhere near him. There had even been an incredibly pathetic two minutes where they had chased each other around a table.

But that wasn't the worst part.

No, the part which had caused Light to turn and run had been when Watari wheeled a hard-looking cake with 'Light Loves Sugar' written on it in pink icing.

That was why he had been running towards the nearest window.

So he could jump.

They were on the tenth floor.

"Insane? I don't know what you mean, Light-kun," L said innocently, still with that horrifyingly happy undertone. "I don't think you seem to realise that you were running towards an open window. That's dangerous."

"That's the point."

"What was that, Light-kun? The floor seemed to get in the way of your mouth." L let him lift his head.

"I said GET OFF MY BACK! YOU'RE GOING TO BREAK IT!"

"But then you would run away..."

"Also the point."

"...And, as you seem to have developed a dangerous window-fetish since you have been diagnosed with not having enough sugar in you blood, that would be bad. But I know the cure for that."

Light got a bad feeling.

It proved prophetic as L's hand appeared. He saw a giant slice of the hard-looking cake.

"Open up, Light-kun."

L began mashing the slice of cake into Light's face as Light screamed. Light managed to turn his face away so he had a large streak of cake on his cheek. Better than in my mouth, he thought to himself. And he had been right about the cake looking hard. He swore it almost drew blood!

"AAAAAAAAH! WHAT'S IN THAT THING!" he screamed. L saw his chance and, quick as possible, stuffed the whole slice into Light's mouth.

"It is seventy-five percent sugar. That's what's in this. And it's called a cake, not a thing," L said, oblivious to Light being unable to breathe due to the fact that L held his nose shut. "I had one left over from a few weeks ago." L paused before carrying on, ignoring Light's growing colour. "Don't worry, it's still fresh. I think." Ignoring Light's reddening face, L carried on. "I asked Watari to decorate it for you. By the way, you not wanting to eat this cake has increased you likelihood of being Kira by eighty percent."

Matsuda, who had walked into the room, looked surprised. "Really?"

"Oh, yes. Now it's a hundred percent sure Light is Kira."

"But...I thought you only suspected him a little before."

"Oh, no. He's definitely Kira."

Matsuda processed this. He glanced at Light. "Um...Ryuzaki? Light is going blue."

L checked. "Hm. So he is. That increases his likelihood of being Kira by twenty percent."

"But..."

"So now I'm a hundred and twenty percent sure Light-kun is Kira."

Matsuda nodded gloomily. "I'll tell the chief." He left the room. A minute later, Soichiro and the rest of the taskforce came back in.

"Ryuzaki, Matsuda says..." began the chief. Then he saw the sitation. "Ryuzaki," he began again, knowing he had to remain calm. "Would you please get off my son?"

L did. Light didn't move.

"Is he dead?" asked Matsuda.

"Probably," L said. He didn't sound like he had a problem with it. The detective rolled Light over.

Light opened his eyes, which, by then, were practically bulging out of their sockets, and spat the entire contents of his mouth out at Ryuzaki.

*****

"Ryuzaki," sighed Soichiro. "You can't do things like that. You could have killed Light. And just because he doesn't like sugar doesn't mean he's Kira."

"I knew he couldn't be!" cheered Matsuda. Light and L were in the bathroom beside them, L in the doorway. Light was scrubbing his mouth out with tooth paste and L was there to make sure he didn't, in L's own words, "try something stupid". L let the door swing shut and stepped closer to Light.

"Light-kun," began L as he, now wearing a new change of clothes, watched Light frantically brushing out his entire mouth. "You do overreact. That increases-"

"If you try to relate this back to me being Kira," Light said, pointing his toothbrush at L. "I will jam this toothbrush where the sun doesn't shine."

L wiped his face. "Have you never heard the term 'say it, don't spray it'?" He had been looking at Light's toothbrush in a speculative manner. "Why are you so concerned with dental care today?"

Light spat, picked up the almost used-up toothpaste, and squirted the rest of it's contents into his mouth. "I'm trying to get the disgusting taste of sugar out of my mouth."

"Blasphemy."

Light used his toothbrush to gesture at the detective again. "You are crazy. You could have killed me with that mouldy thing!"

L's eyes flickered to a spot over Light's shoulder. "Like that mouldy thing there?"

Light looked over his shoulder but all he could see was white tiles.

While he was looking L, lightning fast, took out a shaker full of sugar and sprinkled Light's toothbrush with it. He put it back into his pocket.

Light looked back at him suspiciously. "There's nothing there."

"Hm? So there isn't. There aren't any windows in here, so I think you will be safe. I have something urgent that needs my attention." L said before leaving. Light was still looking at the shutting door suspiciously when he put the toothbrush back into his mouth.

*****

The taskforce, who were seating right outside the bathroom, paused when L came out.

"Ryu-" began Aizawa.

"Must go," L said shortly before speeding off faster than his weak-looking, hunched over body seemed to be able to go.

"What was that about?" asked Mogi.

They all leaped to their feet when an anguished, furious scream came from the bathroom.

"RYYYYYYYYYYYUUUUUUUUUUUUUUZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"

"Oh, boy," Soichiro said as he hid his face in his hands.

Author's Note-

M'kay, so this is the sequel series to 'The Sugar Famine'.

I hope you like it!

Peace and Love,

-XOX, Pange