Inspiration? I'm sure this would have happened at some point.

I don't own Death Note. I don't. I swear.

"Why is Ryuzaki looking so irritated?" Matsuda asked leaning back in his chair to look over at the young man with the raven hair, sitting in a rolling chair in front of a wall of computers

At the Kira Task Force Investigation Headquarters, it was like any other normal day, or as normal as it could be. "Normal" nowadays meant paperwork and doing whatever L instructed them to do. Said man was currently perched on his chair with his legs pulled up under his chin and had his eyes fixed on the computer screen. Reports flashed up on eyewitnesses, camera shots, and whatever other evidence Watari sent to him regarding scenes of Kira murders. It became the unspoken rule that no one was to disturb L unless it was important, so there was a long stretch of silence in the large room, broken only by the occasional rustle of papers, the tapping of a keyboard, and the slight jingle of the chain from a pair of handcuffs that connected L to a younger man, Light Yagami. Light could also not help but notice the same thing Matsuda had.

Instead of the usual blank expression of rapt attention that L wore when working, he was now occasionally twitching or rubbing his nose. When Light asked if there was something wrong, L insisted that it was nothing to worry about.

Quiet fell upon the room again, but L's rubbing had become more insistent, the twitching more frequent. Then without warning, L gave a hitched breath…

"ACHOO!"

The next few moments were utter chaos. Quite apart from scaring the living daylights out of everyone in the vicinity, L had involuntarily reacted to his sneeze. Being perched on the chair at the very edge of the seat, he fell face-forward on to the ground with a Bang! lying spread-eagled on the ground, and dragging Light down with him. Papers that were stacked neatly on the table were sent toppling onto the floor when Light was thrown into them, burying the handcuffed duo in a crisp and many-layered blanket. Leftover dishes and candy wrappers from L's snacking crashed to the floor; shards slid across the floor as there was a momentarily shocked pause.

"RYUZAKI! "

"LIGHT!"

The rest of the task force rushed over to where the two young men were slowly picking themselves up off of the ground, L rubbing his bruised chest, Light clutching the back of his head where it had hit the table.

In a tone of pure venom, Light turned toward the ebony-haired man laying next to him, and said in a quiet voice, "Bless you".