Note: Name(s) have been changed to protect personnel privacy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note
The Tale of Death Note
L and Carrie sat quietly at the kitchen table. L fussing over his sugar with tea and Carrie fussing over her ramen. Both looked silently out the window.
"So..." Carrie looked at L suspiciously. "Hmmm...How much does Carrie-san bet that Light-kun is dead?"
"Betting already L?"
"Couldn't resist." Carrie smirked.
"I bet 60 strawberry cakes that he crossed the rainbow." L smiled and took a sip of his sugar.
"Fine, but since he's obviously alive you might as well give me the cakes now." Carrie scoffed.
"Monkey butts! He's totally dead! What makes you think he could survive a fall like that!?"
"His extremely hard head." L replied, setting his sugar down. "There's a 95 chance he survived that fall, mostly because he landed on his head."
"L that's elephant gas, there's no way in hell he's alive!
"Light-kun is alive. I'm sure of it." Carrie grumbled.
"Well why don't you go check?" L looked away.
"Why don't you?"
"Why are you avoiding my question?"
"Why are you avoiding my question?"
"I asked first!" Carrie hissed, glaring at L.
"So?"
"So, answer my goddamned question before I hang you with a ramen noodle!"
"Carrie-san-"
"WTF!?" Carrie and L turned to Light. He was standing in the doorway. Blood covered his arms and legs. (Strangely enough, his head was unharmed)
"Ha! He's alive! I get 60 strawberry cakes!"
"I can't believe it!" Light stared dumbly at the two.
"Are you telling me that while I was bleeding to death on the ground you two were betting on whether or not I was alive!?" L looked at his toes. He did not want to deal with a bitchy Light.
"I betted Light-kun was alive..."
"Oh, well thanks a lot!" Light growled, stumbling into the bathroom before pathetically slamming the door.
Both of them turned away from each other and stared at opposite walls. Carrie glanced at L. Is he upset because Light is mad at him? Guilt shredded her. She didn't know what to do. Deafening silence seemed to separate the two. She looked down at the floor, worried that L was feeling horrible about what just happened. She turned to him and was greeted with depthless black eyes. They seemed to hold remorse in their shine. That is until L smiled and asked, "So when do I get my cake?"
