A/N: I actually freaked when Lynx Tiger posted this and addressed me in such an informal term. I did however, force her to delete it, I don't think she has. I admit I told her to do whatever the hell she wanted with it. I didn't think she would change the title. Whatever. This idea was inspired by a drabble I read from Still Journeying To The West Drabbles: Type by Sakurazukamori6, many apologies to her.
Dsiclaimer: I do not own Death Note nor do I own the idea.
Preference
"Hey Light-kun."
"What, Matsuda."
"Do you still like Yuri?"
"Yuri is smart and pretty but she's not my type."
L immediately looked up and stared at Light. He picked up his cup of tea and sipped at it while pinning a blank look on Light. Light pointedly ignored him.
"Not your type, Light-kun?" Matsuda asked curiously.
"Yes, Matsuda." With mock exaggerated patience he elaborated, "I do have a type of preference you know."
"Is it Misa-Misa's type?" Matsuda asked cheerfully, confident that he had guessed it right.
Light frowned in contemplation.
"No. Not really. Misa is spunky and attractive but I have another type I prefer."
The whole investigation team looked up at this. Especially Soichiro who was keen on hearing who or what his son really preferred. L just picked up his fork and scooped up a piece of sponge cake with said utensil, he continued to stare blankly at Light while savoring the sugary goodness. Light almost felt glad he had chosen to keep quiet.
"Huuuh, I'm wrong?" Matsuda whined. "Then what is your preferred type?"
Light paused to consider, then answered without hesitation. "Genius brunettes."
Matsuda exclaimed enthusiasthically, "Like Takada?"
Light shrugged, "I like them eccentric."
The rest of the investigation team save for Matsuda , were slowly widening their eyes. L uncharacteristically choked on his tea and let his fork fall to the ground. Matsuda ignored this and just pouted, "You have to have a more…detailed preference."
"Sorry Matsuda," Light smirked. "You have to be content with that."
Matsuda huffed a bit before turning happily back to work. Soichiro was the first to shake off the shock and just cleared his throat. He was followed by Mogi and Aizawa.
L, with his owlish gaze, turned back to his screen only to find it coated in sryupy liquid. He scowled and ambled off to the toilet dragging a bemused Light along.
The End
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