A/N Thankyou guys, for the reviews :) You are all so nice :) Read on beautiful people 3
Light's dexterous digits proceeded to torture L. Light had to admit that tickling L ranked amongst his top ten favourite things to do. The detective was normally so on edge, forever pursuing lines of inquiry, either at his computer or in his head, that it was nice to view his transformation into a helpless puppet.
'Ligh...htt...tttt-...kuuu...nnn! Geee...eet offff meeee!'
Ah, the tickling voice. Light had forgotten that L could reach that particular high note. He should have been a choir boy.
Light pictured L standing (crouching) in a crowd of angelic, beatific prepubescents.
He was glad L had not been a choirboy.
Tickling L was like tickling a cheese grater. The man seemed to be fully formed of sharp corners, damn it!, thought Light, as his fingers snagged once more on the acuminous end-points of L's ribs.
His plan seemed to be working beautifully. L was sinking down towards the kitchen floor. As long as he was moving in a direction that was away from the bowl, Light was happy.
'Eevvvi-'
'What was that L?'
'Evvvilll...Light-kuuun isss eeevi-'
'I am eevi L? Is that what you're saying. It is isn't it?'
Light pretended to mull over the point, scratching his chin with one hand whilst the other kept L incapacitated.
'I have often considered myself eevi L. You are the first soul to have noticed this quality in me.'
Oh. L hadn't liked that. He was now pulling an extremely creepy face at Light in that he was laughing and simultaneously attempting to make Light spontaneously combust using the power of just his eyes.
The result was that L looked really, really angry-but boy was he happy about it.
Light knew he'd be seeing that face in his nightmares.
Light wondered how long it would be before L starting pulling out his favourite allies-the per cents.
'Fiii!'
Ah. There we go. Light was pretty sure L had been going for a terrorising five per cent, but when his pitch was currently hovering around contralto, it failed to make Light quake in his boots.
He was nearly down to the floor. His writhing around had made him breathless, and Light knew he just had to get him down to the floor, somehow keep him there-step on him or something, he didn't weigh much, then take control of the bowl. In some way.
That part could wait.
'L-where is the bowl?'
L had been seemingly oblivious to his transition from standing to sitting, and when he realised his one and only was now out of reach he went into a madcap scramble for purchase over Light.
Light, who had been becoming complacent, wasn't prepared for this, and so was surprised when he found himself underneath L, who by now looked a little, if not a lot, psychotic.
L crouched on his chest and stared down at him, as though contemplating what to do.
Thumb was in mouth. Serious thinking time for L.
Light knew that L weighed a lot less than him, and that he could probably push L off him rather easily, but he was a little entertained and wanted to deceive L into thinking he had the upper hand.
L reached up for the bowl.
'Light-kun has behaved badly. L has been trying to make sure the cake is not ruined' (here Light sputtered) 'and Light-kun has thus far been preventing efficient work. I will now put this right.'
L looked straight into Light's eyes as he dipped his finger into the bowl.
'For someone so childlike, L sure has an evil streak', thought Light.
Ok. So finger was going in mouth. Not good.
'Light-kun looks sad. Does he want to check the mouth-feel of the mixture?'
L was holding out a buttery finger.
'If I bite it...gently...he might let go of the bowl' was Light's mental master plan.
Light craned his neck to get at the sugary substance and nearly screamed when L suddenly retracted his finger.
'Light-kun cannot try the mixture. His mouth is not sensitive enough. Only L's is.'
Alright, that was enough.
Light pushed himself up, upending the bowl on L's head in the process.
As he faced the seething, butter covered L, Light speculated that his next few hours would perhaps be his last.
