Right, this isn't my first fanfiction, but it is the first one I'm posting one here. Please be kind. It was originally going to just be a one-shot, but I think that I might post little shorties in here if. Tell me what you think! There will be cussing in here (I think), and shounen-ai if you squint really hard. Any and all flames will be responded to with a quick, "Fuck off," and left at that. (Ha, I knew there would be cussing!)

How to Win at Losing How to Win at Losing

Ramble One:

Of Pillow Fights and Sad Puppies

Light jumped back to his feet, a low snarl escaping through his tightly clenched teeth. Gripping his weapon tightly, he launched into another attack, yelling "You stupid anti-social moron!"

Somewhere off on the sidelines, there came four loud sighs. Matsuda, Aizawa, Mogi, and Soichiro all knew better than to try to stop the fight, lest they be covered in feathers as well.

"Homicidal maniac!" L growled, whacking Light hard over the head with the pillow he had stolen from the couch. Matsuda winced as down feathers exploded from a new tear in the fabric not two feet away from him, fluttering through the air to land all over him.

"I am NOT Kira!"

Whack

"No one believes mass-murderers!"

Bwoumf

"You sugar-obsessed, lazy ass PANDA!"

RIIIIIIP

"Your just jealous 'cuz I'm sexy."

Bwoumf

"A least I don't have a bondage fetish!!"

An outraged cry, and feathers once again littered the air, slowly coming to a rest on the floor and the four unfortunate bystanders. The four co-workers had long since learned not to interfere with such fights. All that did was leave the tension in the room at an impossible high, and the one who broke up the fight possibly with a black eye.

Now, Light and L stood across from each other, looking like a couple of over grown two-year-olds: Panting heavily, covered in feathers, clutching the remains of their pillows—now just empty bags—and glaring at each other while at the same time casting about for a new weapon. L whipped out his cell phone, quickly dialing a number. "Watari! We need more pillows!" he barked into it, and then snapped it shut.

Glancing back up at each other, it appeared that Light lost it. Falling to his knees, he dropped the pillow bags and burst out laughing. Doubling over and clutching his stomach, he howled gleefully, and tears started to bead in his eyes. L, unable to take it, plopped down next to him and started laughing right along with him.

Soichiro just shook his head disdainfully, muttering, "Light never would have done that before," and scowling at his computer as though it was the machine's fault. Aizawa chuckled merrily, turning back around to work; he always loved to cheer on one or the other.

Matsuda and Mogi dusted themselves of feathers, though they were both laughing too. Watari appeared from the elevator, hands full of more pillows. "On the couch, or would you two like to continue your fight?" he asked L. The world's top three detectives looked back up at the old man, then his gaze met Light's and they both burst out howling again.

Sighing, Watari mumbled something that sounded oddly like, "World's smartest detective my ass," and dropped the pillows on the floor next to L. "I'll leave these with you, Ryuuzaki." He said, and bowed out of the room.

This had become almost routine by now. Around lunchtime, L and Light would always find something to fight about, whether it be what type of ice cream was the best, or whether or not Light was Kira.

Then they would get into some type of fight, and it varied from day to day. Yesterday, it had been just an exchange of verbal insults and a who-has-a-better-death-glare contest. The day before, it had been an actual fistfight, which hardly happened anymore; they both apparently decided that it would be no fun to have to sit at a desk all day if you were aching from head to toe.

Today's pillow fight (which had been happening more and more often) had been initiated by Light. He had been trying to convince L to eat something besides sugar cubes, cake, and coffee for lunch, offering him a piece of chicken. When L had vehemently refused, they had begun their fight with verbal abuse. Then death threats. Then Light had gotten pissed off enough to storm over to the couch, grab the fluffiest pillow he could find, and whack L hard over the head with it.

The feathers had gotten not only all over L, but also all over the paperwork and his three computers. "Look what a mess you made!" L cried, launching from his spinning chair so hard it had rolled backwards a good twelve feet before toppling over. Snatching two pillows from the couch, he had started to pummel Light.

Ignoring the groans off annoyance from Mogi and Soichiro (along with the cries of glee from Matsuda and Aizawa) they had continued to cheerfully beat each other to death with fluffy pillows.

"Ryuuzaki, that was… possibly… the stupidestthing… we have fought over yet!" Light choked out, still breathless from laughing so hard. He wiped away a stray tear. L chuckled happily. "Hey, it passed the time, so I'm not complaining." They sat staring at each other for a few moments, and then Light, uncomfortable under his superior's gaze, blurted out the first that came to mind: "So Ryuuzaki, will you try some chicken now?"

L growled and picked up the pillow sitting next to him, smacking him in the face with it. "Not on your life, Light-kun." He spat. Light grinned, glad to have an opportunity for another verbal fight, before plastering a hurt look on his face. "Does that mean you'd rather watch me die than eat one piece of real food?" he asked.

His act must have been pretty convincing, because for a moment, L almost looked guilty. Almost. And then the monotonous mask was back in place. "It would serve you right, Kira." He said defiantly. Light gasped, actually hurt this time. "Ryuuzaki! I'm not Kira!!" he whined. L just shook his head and slouched off towards the kitchen. "Yeah, and I'm going on a diet." He said, rolling his eyes.

Light felt the chain connecting them tug at his wrist and followed after him, his head drooping and shoulders slumped. It hurt him more than L knew when he said things like that, but instead of showing it, he just fought right back. But he was getting tired of fighting; he really respected this man. Light stood in silence as L selected a piece of cake from the fridge, and turned around.

And now L really did feel guilty. He had been meaning just to start another verbal spar, but it looked like Light was really very hurt by his comment. "Light…" he sighed. "I'm not Kira," the boy whimpered. His entire appearance was something akin to a kicked puppy, and L almost melted and hugged him. "I'm sorry, but until I find solid proof that you're not Kira, I can't take this chain off." He said instead, hoping the teen would just accept that.

Light nodded, still looking slightly dejected, and trooped back out into the main office behind L, following him like a lost puppy. Which, in a way, he was; lost, confused, and hurt, so he followed the only one who might not want to be followed. The one who didn't believe him. But that was all right; Light was determined to find some way to prove to L that he was wrong. Light was not a murderer. He was… he was… well, in all honesty, he didn't know anymore. But that was all right, too. He would figure it out, along side L.