A/N: Having developed a severe case of writers mind clutter, I'm going to attempt to clean it out. So yay drabbles
Disclaimer: Death Note is not in my possession
Date: 3.5.13
Characters: Light/L
Genre: Humor/general bullshit
Light Yagami, genius teen, Kira, God of the new world, etc. had viewed a lot of bizarre things in the past year or so, but this…
He was standing uncomprehendingly in the doorway to the kitchen, his jaw open and his hair mussed, looking very much less-than Light Yagami level of perfection.
Normally he wouldn't have been caught dead in his current state, but the need for a glass of water to soothe his throat had been entirely too demanding.
Unbeknownst to him, a certain raven-haired detective had been in the kitchen already.
Light desperately wished that eye-bleach was a thing as he watched, horror-struck, as L shook his "groove-thing" singing in a rather high-pitched, although quiet voice.
I'm a Barbie girl in a Barbie world
Life in plastic! It's fantastic!
L completed what could only be called a pirouette, a flaming gayily fabulous pirouette, and froze, openmouthed, staring at Light.
The two genii stood in horrible awkward silence before L slowly lowered his raised arms and very neatly sat at the small table, hurriedly taking a bite out of his cake.
Light, following suit, shut his mouth and proceeded to get himself a glass of water.
The following morning went about much as usual, that was, until L opened his cake only to find a Barbie doll in the center, the cake clearly intended to be a dress, and the words, "For you, Barbie girl" in icing.
Needless to say, Light's Kira percentage jumped a hefty amount at that moment.