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Premise: Ryuk convinces the shinigami King to turn Light into a cat so that he can infiltrate L. Only problem is…L hates cats.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note.
Of Cats and Cake
Chapter 2
"The surprise isn't…cake?" L turned to Watari warily, doe eyes pleading.
Watari's eyes widened, and his eyebrows rose.
Of course. Of course L wouldn't like cats. Or animals. Or any other creature for that matter. And why was that? Well, Light had it all figured out.
It was because the detective was selfish and spoiled. L could see how Watari had taken a liking to him and it made him jealous. Hah! He would show L. He wasn't going anywhere.
"Ryuuzaki…?" Watari asked tentatively, as if a too sudden move might upset the fragile balance of the state L was currently in…or? Was there really nothing wrong?
"Where's the cake…?" L asked as endearingly and quietly as he could, almost whispering. But Light's ears caught the words.
Bastard. That was all there was to it.
"Right away." Watari nodded and as soon as Watari was out of earshot, L turned to Light.
As deadpan as ever, if not a hint of threat behind the words, he said, "I know what you're doing."
His eyes bored holes into Light's pelt, searching, and apparently, finding, what he was looking for.
He continued, "I am the greatest detective in the world. Don't think I don't know what you're up to."
Oh no. But…how the hell did he get that from my EYES?
"Stupid cat."
And with that, L left, probably to go watch Light's family on the hidden camera footage. The bastard.
"I'm sorry. It appears he has retired to his room." The go-between sighed.
Light watched on as Watari brought out two bowls, one slightly larger than the other. He proceeded to watch as Watari opened a bottle of Evian water and poured it into the larger bowl. He even eyed Watari as the old man bent down and emptied the contents of a plastic container, which, looked NOTHING like cat food into the bowl. Peculiar.
"I don't know what you like, but fish is a safe bet, I think?" Watari smiled before he left the room.
Light trod over to the bowls and began to stare. His stare soon turned into a full-blown glare as he eyed the contents suspiciously.
Inside the smaller bowl was not fish, but certainly something PERTAINING to fish. The old man had dumped what appeared to be caviar into the bowl. Caviar.
Light sniffed the air around the bowl, trying to process the aroma, but no such luck. This caviar, or whatever it was, was of the non-smelling kind. Light frowned.
He tentatively licked at the miniscule bubbles, fishing up several of them in his spiny tongue. He let out an involuntary mewl as he found he liked it. Caviar. Well, Light had never had the delicacy as a human, and as a cat it was godly.
He found himself wondering, as he scooped up more and more of the soft roe, if this was the expensive kind…the Russian caviar he'd read about.
Not that he was complaining, it was certainly a meal fit for a god like himself, but…why would Watari give him this?
He frowned as no obvious reason came to him. Surely L was rich and Watari probably got more than enough money to himself, but…and then L wouldn't really care for roe with all his candies and cakes, which left…no. It didn't matter. Watari ate caviar, he was sure of. Although that didn't exactly matter.
What did matter was…why feed such luxuries to a cat?
Didn't matter. He was here for one reason, and one reason alone. As much it joyed him to annoy L, he had to get closer to the recluse.
That posed another, quite annoying, dilemma. The man appeared to hate cats. Judging by his departing comment, which he had almost whispered, L hated cats in general. Or disliked them. Whatever. Negative feelings toward the species at least. Now what was he going to do about that?
As he licked the bowl clean, he was faced YET AGAIN with another problem. His face was sticky from his meal, and he had no tissues. Where could the old man keep those?
It didn't cross Light's mind that he could use his PAWS to wipe away the excess 'grease', if Light had a say in the wording. It didn't even cross his mind to dip his nose in the water bowl, Evian too, which might have helped his situation.
No, instead he went to the kitchen.
Tissue, tissue, tissue, Light thought to himself. Gah, there's no way they don't have that, not with the amount of junk L consumes and, might I add, SPILLS.
He found, much to his great annoyance, that the island was too high for him to jump. He did, however, notice that if he was careful, he could climb the knobs in the drawers and reach the counter…
It took several tries, but eventually he reached the top. He found that there were no spare tissues lying around, but that there was a kitchen roll. Finally! He cheered.
He had to leap onto the island, and then make a sprint so as to jump to the OTHER counter, where the paper towels were.
When he reached the other counter, he realized how agile he was. Something that would certainly come in handy when dealing with unwanted situations. Perhaps he could use this new skill to sneak up on L?
No! Focus. First thing's first. Get a paper towel, then move on to the plan.
He lifted a nimble paw and pondered how to best do this. How would he rip off a sheet?
He extracted the claws and observed them for a moment. They were sharp. As in, very, very sharp. They curved in a crescent shape, ending in a very sharp tip that could probably be useful in clawing L's face.
He dug them into the fiber of the paper and pulled, retracting them when he had pulled out a long enough sheet. From there on, he put down the same paw onto the paper, using his four legs to stand on it, and then attempting to slice the sheet off with the same claws.
It would have worked too, had he not heard a shriek of horror coming from the kitchen door.
"No, no, no, no, no." The old man hurried, "Bad kitty. You can't scratch the paper."
And before he had time to react, Light was promptly lifted away from his well-deserved paper towel, and locked out of the kitchen. Of course. This was something that was bound to happen again and again, and he would just have to find a way around it.
Watari unlocked the door before stepping out and closing it behind him, not forgetting to turn the lock as he did so.
Damn. I'll need a key if I want to get in there again, Light noted.
Watari sighed, bending down to be more level with the cat, before speaking.
"Maybe we should get you a scratching post, huh?" he ruffled Light's fur, "That way you won't have to ruin our furniture OR the paper towels." He smiled.
Light was not amused.
Is there anything you'd like to see Light do? Any specific situation?
L comes into the story later. At the moment, he's very anti cat!Light XD
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