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AUTHORS' NOTES:

This started as a role play between my friend and myself whilst we were discussing fanfictions. The Poke. "Bother" idea came from the first chapter of Moments by Adurna Skulblaka. So, credit to you for the awesome idea that let this happen! ^^ So, yes, as we were saying, this originally was a role play we wrote together, that DreamDevil then converted to a more reader friendly format and decided to post. The role play isn't even finished yet, it's huge. This story... may take a while. XD

Most of all, enjoy!

All the best~

The Dream Devil and xNightmareAngelx

Poke. "Bother."

A male blinks as his arm is prodded in a rather uncaring fashion. The source of his discomfort sitting on a swivel chair, within an arm's reach of him, much to his displeasure. Oh, how he wished to tell him to back off. He just knew that would get him into trouble again.

Poke. "Bother."

Tan fists clenched tightly as the target of the new assault tries to keep calm about the attack on his arm. A chain could be heard rattling each time the administrator of his discomfort moved. It was quite clear that the other being had no problem with irritating the male he was chained to.

Poke. "Bother."

"Cut it out." The words were grumbled and he couldn't help but cast an irritated look at the perpetrator. His eyes narrowed slightly as he turns back to focus on his work. He noticed the other man blink, and hoped that meant he'd received the message and would stop.

Poke. "Bother."

No? Okay then! He turns, glaring at the irritating being that was chained to him constantly. "Do you like having fingers?" The hissed words only provoked a giggle from his attacker and with a defeated sigh; he tries to return to his work. That, however, was easier said than done.

Poke. "Bother~."

This time, before he could pull his hand away, the irate male grabs the offending finger and glowers at the man who simply blinks at him, as if he didn't know what he'd done wrong. "I'll take that as a no, then." He snarls at him as he just stares at him with large grey eyes. Amber eyes blink back at him before turning away, thinking he'd won this round.

Poke. "Bother."

He was about ready to smack the detective that had chained himself to him. In fact, he was pretty sure he emitted the most violent growl any human could make. If the scowl on his face was anything to go by, anyone would think the anti-social detective on the other side of the chain would have received the message. "I said cut it out!"

If the deadly grin that formed on his face in response to the anger gave any indication, the brunette showed no signs of knowing what he was thinking. However, words spilled from the detective's mouth. Vague words, with little meaning to the outside world, but a large one to the duo. "My percentage just rose by five."

The resounding glare was intent on murder, "Shut up." He hisses the words at the speaker, eyes narrowed. The glee flashed in the older man's eyes at the response, having wanted nothing more than to reply to him.

"Add another three, if you would." Becomes a simple reply, punctuated with the way he eyed him suspiciously. There also appeared to be hints of a vaguely smug smile.

The brunette stares at the man in disbelief. "For what? Telling you to shut up!?" The angered words were snapped at the older man and emphasised with a stomp of his foot, an action that proved difficult to not laugh at.

The raven haired man nods at his suspect and takes a bite of his chocolate cake he had beside him. He savours it before looking at him. "Unnecessary anger is typical of someone with homicidal tendencies."

A muted curse sounded under his breath as he narrows his eyes. "It's not unnecessary. You were poking me. Repeatedly."

"Not acknowledging your homicidal tendencies is very suspicious, Light-kun."

Fuming, but knowing nothing he said to the detective would work as he was having much too much fun with this, he finally snaps at the detective. "Shut up, Ryuzaki." The newer observation serving to fuel the anger the brunette already felt.

"If you would please add another two percent to your total."

"What for!?"

"You are being needlessly rude. Not to mention it was an odd number. I didn't like it."

Foul language filled the room as Light pushed himself from his chair and started to storm away from Ryuzaki, or L as he also went by. He might have succeeded, if it wasn't for the chain that yanked him back, not even succeeding to unsettle the detective. The raven haired man returned to his monitor. He was clearly reviewing the details of the case by the irritated look that was marring his features.

"So much anger is bad for you, Light-kun."

Curses continue after the man's words, as Light clearly tries to ignore the other male. It was, apparently, going to prove harder than it should've been. Ryuzaki had taken it upon himself to try and annoy the suspect. He was succeeding.

Poke. "Bother."

Before he could pull his hand back, Light grabbed it, "Cut it out, Ryuzaki." He hisses out through gritted teeth before he decides to release the man's hand.

The detective returned to his monitor, stealing glances as Light as he reviewed evidence. If there was one thing the detective never wanted, it was to tell the other that he was wrong, that he wasn't guilty. At the same time, he didn't want him to be punished for it. He couldn't blame Light for anything, due to the period in time during which his memories had been lost. It was Kira. No matter what Kira did, Light was not a part of it, and L just could not blame him. His urge to annoy the younger man did not stem from nothing, the period he'd forgotten everything was blissful. Light was just Light, helping him to catch Kira. But since he returned, it had been worse than ever, he was so tense, and L just wanted him to forget, again. He'd thought some (what had started out as) light-hearted teasing that he'd loosen up a bit.

As he stares at various documents, analysing them as he raises sweets in various flavours to his lips, he almost growls in frustration, unable to find anything to prove he was right! He ate them delicately as he scans his previous evidence against Light, a frown upon his face.

"A temper that is as explosive as yours is almost reminiscent of Kira, Light-kun."

A few minutes after that comment found Light forcing himself to calm down. Seething about the detective's comments clearly only served to increase his percentages about him being Kira, of course he wasn't wrong. The brunette serial killer would never admit to his crimes. They weren't even crimes. He was doing the world a favour! He was saving them from those wretched criminals! They deserved to die! The good in the world didn't need to live in fear of murderers and rapists. As Kira, he could save them from that. He could save them all. He shook his head as his thoughts finally calmed him, and refuses to look at the detective, knowing the sight would merely anger him some more.

"No. Anyone would get irritated if you were constantly poking them."

The only reply he received was a sidelong glance and the words; "But Light-kun takes it to the extreme."

Rolling his eyes, he decides not to humour the skilled detective with a reply, and instead tries to once again focus on the work he should have been doing this whole time. Of course, the detective had to choose then to pull him off of his chair unceremoniously with the chain as he steps off of his own chair.

"I'm hungry."

The statement just made Light realise why he was being dragged half way across the floor, to the kitchen. The detective was rather predictable. First, he would yell at Light for not getting any work done, then he would start accusing him of being Kira because he was getting no work done, and finally, when he was getting work done, he'd drag him into the fucking kitchen because he wanted more cake! It was infuriating, no he was infuriating. What Kira didn't understand is why his host felt differently to what he did!

After he decided to reluctantly follow Ryuzaki, rather than allow him to drag him left, right and centre, he found himself in the kitchen, watching in disgust as a rather large cake was pulled from the fridge.

"Don't you think you've had enough cake? That much sugar will rot your teeth."

The blank look he received was as bad as some of the glares he provoked from the raven haired genius. The emotionless stare made it look like the dark eyes were staring into his soul. Actually, knowing Ryuzaki, they probably were. It could make the strongest people feel vulnerable, he was sure.

"I need sugar to function. Then again, Kira would not want me to function. If you'd be so kind, add another five to your 'Kira percentage'."

Scowling at the man, he shakes his head. "I'm looking out for your wellbeing. You don't seem to be." He snaps, agitated by the way he so carelessly increased his suspicions.

The blank disposition of the genius never wavers as he stares at the brunette. He blinks, the only indication that he hadn't just fallen asleep standing with his eyes open and a slight tilt of his head follows.

"I understand." He replies quietly, voice empty as usual and he nods. "You are just angry and jealous that I have not offered you any of my cake. I apologise. Light-kun, would you care for some cake?"

A grimace replaces whatever expression the brunette was wearing, in other words his semi-permanent scowl, and he stares at the cake as if it were an insect he'd trampled.

"No thank you." He replies stiffly.

Almost non-existent, a brow arches at the brunette's answer. He'd never had anyone turn down cake before, so in his mind this was suspicious behaviour.

"But you should." He insists. "Everyone loves a bit of cake once in a while, even those without a sweet tooth!"

Light shakes his head, declining the sugary treat once again, scrunching up his nose slightly as he stares down at the cake in disgust. He really couldn't help it; he just couldn't stand cake, or most sugar. The fact that Ryuzaki could eat so much shit both disgusted and fascinated him. It was a wonder he wasn't ill all the time.

"Normal people eat cake." He objects firmly, before something stops him. "Kira isn't normal, so Kira might not like cake... Add three percent, Light-kun, please." His fork sinks into the cake and he watches hungrily as he pulls it to his mouth. "It's a shame the task force are too stupid to see that Kira is right in front of them."

With a defeated sigh, Light shoots an irritated glare at L. "Fine! If it means that much to you! Give me a slice and I'll eat the damn cake."

The detective seems to accept the rough answer and cuts a rather generous slice of cake. It wasn't often he shared his cake, but this was for Light to loosen up a little bit. It would be beneficial for him to do so. Placing the cake on a plate, he hands it to the younger male alongside a plastic fork. Two dark eyes followed the young man's actions, waiting for him to taste the delight that was his chocolate cake.

If the detective thought the plastic fork was lost on the brunette, he had another thing coming. Shooting a glare at him in response to the childish utensil, he uses the juvenile instrument to force himself to eat a bite of cake.

"Delicious. Can we get back to work now?"

The lack of expression was not missed by the world's most recognised detective, and he narrows his eyes at him ever so slightly.

"You said you'd eat a slice." He adds, but drops the subject when he realises he wouldn't win, as he refused to give the young serial killer the knowledge that he had beaten L at something already, that would just not do at all. "Fine, we can get back to work." He concedes finally, although, not without taking his cake with them as they returned to their work space.

AUTHORS' NOTES: So, it would be greatly appreciated if you review. Constructive critisism is always helpful. But remember, flames are for marshmellows. ^^

All the best~

The Dream Devil and xNightmareAngelx