Title: Bilberry plan
Author: Arien Icelight
Beta: Emerald Mistress.
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: Light x bilberry jam
Rating: G
Genre: Humor
Disclaimer: L and Light belong to the proper owners and the bilberry jam to all mankind.
Summary: In this darkest of hours Light finally understood that the world had rotten. But it wont stop him from succeeding in his plan.
Authors Note:request from my dear Icelight-sister. Therefore, its dedicated to her. 3. Original was written in Russian.
The God of a new world was indulging in grieved and sorrowful meditation about the pitiable state of our society. Even the small tea-spoon clinked against the edges of a cup with a mournful sound, setting off his thoughts with a soft chiming of silver on porcelain.
Light shook his head dolefully. Today he was certain once and for all that this world became rotten through and through.
Permanent burglaries, robberies, murders... But now he could see clearly that the vices reached the bottoms of human hearts.
Who could have thought that the mankind will fall so low that it wouldn't be able to produce worthy bilberry jam?!
No, seriously, the contents of the small jam-jar near the cup on the table (the angle was 90° strictly, Light has checked it several times) was just a poor excuse for a bilberry jam. Yagami Junior was perfect in everything, and so he could be considered an expert not only in capturing dangerous criminals, but in jam as well. But spending money in vain was a vice and he couldn't allow himself that, so he had to use this resemblance of sweetmeat as sweetener. And sipping the scalding liquid he could almost feel that desired taste, tender, slightly traditional and a little bit sour. Worthy, unique and enchanting... The taste that you are forever faithful to...
Who told you Light was not sentimental? Well, he did have a nervous job, so what? It didn't mean he wasn't capable of love. Who could be not capable of love to bilberry jam?
The musing of young man was interrupted by the appearance of a tousled detective/rival/friend/sweets consumer.
Knowledge of that last fact made Light strain slightly and reckon the distance between the jam-jar and Ryuuzaki. Just in case – he had to foresee every possible scenario of events, didn't he?
The neighboring chair creaked and he could almost feel the burning gaze of eyes fixed upon him.
"I assumed you don't like sweets, Light-kun." Ryuuzaki titled his head and leaned slightly forward on the chair, obviously interested.
Just how is he able to sit like this for hours? Is he some kind of an alien?
The detective reached for the plate with pastries and when his hand was dangerously close to the can with precious substance, the God of a new world flinched nervously. Maybe the quality wasn't good enough, but it was definitely a good sweetener for tea, especially for someone who was as madly in love with bilberry jam as he was. When Light came to his senses the pastries had already disappeared.
And on top of that he eats sweets in absolutely inhuman amounts. He is most definitely an alien.
Light replied to the previous remark of his interlocutor with something in between a snort and a laugh and reached for the spoon. In the same moment the jam-jar disappeared from his view.
He didn't even have a time to rebel as detective started to carry out a tasting of jam not even bothering to use any cover. His expression was one of the utter concentration and reverie.
"You know, Light-kun," he declared slowly, "I think that the chances of you being Kira dropped down by 0.9 percent."
...
Everything went according to the plan.
But still...
...
"I'm very grateful, Ryuuzaki. But would you be so kind to pass the jam back?"