Yes! Finally! It let me upload this! I have been trying since Friday! Oh, thank God, I was about to go insane and smash something, I swear.

Well anyway, chapter two is finally here! Rejoice! And everyone was right-- who else other than L? I mean, really.

Chapter two: Gluttony "The inordinate desire to consume more than that which one requires."
Color: Orange.
Symbol: The pig.
Punishment in Hell: Force-fed rats, toads and snakes.
Opposing virtue: Faith and temperance.
Demon: Beelzebub.

(Info taken from Endlings deviantart (www . endling . deviantart . com). His Sin drawings inspired me to write this.)

Charater: L
POV: Third person (Sorta from Raito's.)

There was food everywhere.

Ice cream, cookies, cupcakes, crackers, cake, pie, sugar cubes.

Candy, chocolate, cherries, strawberries, pudding, Jell-O.

There was an abundance of food.

Very few amounts of it had any nutritional value.

And all L did was eat.

Nary a moment went by when the detective did not have a saccharine treat in his grasp. It was inhuman, the rate in which he could devour sweets.

He partook regularly in anything he could get his spidery, pale hands on. Nothing was safe when L was hungry, which seemed to be all the time.

Raito remembered L often jarring him into wakefulness and telling him that they had to go get something to eat. The ravenous detective would then drag Raito into the kitchen where he selected a few sweet things and indulged on his gluttonous tendencies.

Raito would doze off as L ate, sometimes counting the confectioneries he went through before satiated. Then the duo would rise and return to bed, L content at last.

Once, when Raito was angry with L, he replaced his sugar with table salt. Coming down from a sugar high, L spooned spoonful after spoonful of "sugar" into his cup.

Perhaps his sudden need for sleep inhibited his acute sense of smell, but L brought the cup to his lips, brimming with salt, and took a sip.

A look of shock and disgust adorned his features as he immediately spat the liquid back into the cup. The team looked at him curiously as he stuck out his tongue, cringing from the pungent tea.

Raito, however, burst out laughing, unable to control himself. There was no use pretending, L would know it was him. L glared a stiletto right through Raito's heart before kicking him as hard as he could.

The bruise on his chest was an small price to pay for the satisfaction of L keeping his sweets from Raito at all times, and the knowledge that he got the detective back for waking him up at night for a slice of cake.

Well, so much for chapter two. Next is Greed. Yay!

Review maybe?

-Hybrid