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A/N: Okay! Wow, this took forever to get the next chapter up! I'm horribly sorry. My first coauthor disappeared off the face of the Earth, and I didn't want to replace her too soon just in case she came back. When enough time had passed that I was pretty confident she wasn't interested anymore, I contacted RavenFire40, who wrote this chapter! Only problem is, her computer hates her. Then, I didn't get around to putting this up for aabout a month. T.T So... I can't promise quick updates. At all. I apologize. But I'll try to do better!

By RavenFire40! :D

L POV

One desk, one chair, and a mattress with a thin blanket. Scratch marks on the far left wall, and various unidentified stains spread across the carpet.

All in all, I find it a pleasantly quaint place to live. All it needs are a few chocolate stains and it will feel like home until other arrangements can be made.

I do not mind the roaches and the ants that frequently come to visit, as long as they keep out of the food. At least my sweet things. The healthy food – i.e. anything that I didn't bring into the apartment myself – was up for grabs.

I suppose my high-strung roommate would not agree with that, but it is not as if I am feeding the poor six-legged creatures…very often.

Sometimes I get down on my hands and knees, like I am now, to examine their nature firsthand since it is near impossible to find them outside and I do not appreciate the sunlight in any case. They do not usually look at me so hungrily, but when they do I am obligated to feed them.

I remember Light leaving an extra half-slice of bread in the cupboard from this morning. If some other scavenger had not taken it away already, it will be the perfect size for the creature. While retrieving the slice I calculated that it had been four hours and forty-eight minutes since my last meal and I should be feeling hungry soon. That would not do.

I gently placed the remaining bread crumbs in front of the ant and reached in my pocket to pull out a cell phone. Light does not know I own it, and I do not intend on telling him.

With my index finger I dialed the carefully memorized number of my roommate's workplace. It rang for a moment, and then went silent.

"Light-kun?" I was ninety percent sure he had picked up the phone.

"Yes, Ryuuzaki?" I was right, as usual.

"Light-kun, what time do you think you will be returning?" I knelt down to watch the ant call his friends to pick up the rest of the crumbs before somebody else did.

"Why, Ryuuzaki?" Light sounded tired, and not at all like he wanted to bring food back, but I have always been persistent and do not give in so easily.

"According to my mental clock, it has been four hours and forty-nine minutes since my last meal and I would like to request you bring food back. I will financially reimburse you for your efforts."

Two or three more ants arrived to take home the crumbs. "Um… yeah, I'll probably be home in time for dinner."

"Very well. You may get whatever you wish for yourself, but for me, please bring back a package of taiyaki and chocolate dipping sauce."

"…For dinner?" His voice was strained over the line.

I paused for a moment, blinking once even if Light couldn't see it, trying to imagine his stress to better deal with it. "Well," I started, "as you so abruptly suggested last evening, I am attempting to eat something more substantial for dinner…" And sixty three percent sure I will not enjoy it.

"Taiyaki isn't 'substantial,'" Light snapped. "But whatever. I'll get you your taiyaki."

"I'd appreciate that, Light-kun. And the chocolate sauce."

There was a brief moment in which I thought Light might say something else, before the tell-tale single-tone ring told me my roommate had hung up.

I have never been one for goodbyes and was known to abruptly hang up myself, so this suited me just fine.

All I hoped was that Light would be considerate enough to buy a large container of chocolate sauce.