It has been almost a year since this has been updated, and I must apologize

It has been almost a year since this has been updated, and I must apologize. I am not quite as intrigued by updating as I originally was, however, this story has once again sparked my interest and I hope that this update leads to several more in the next month or so.

Once again I forgot the plot line of this story, so I actually sat down and read the entire thing again. I was hooked…it's like a little kid on Christmas when I read something that entertains me. Funny thing is that it's from my OWN mind but still manages to be surprisingly refreshing for me. I love that feeling.

So I suppose I will begin the latest installment of OMG! I lost my shoe. Enjoy!

Last Time:

"…wow…did you just seriously ask me why I'm here…ok, shall I recite yet another list? #1: You were unconscious…and no one else wanted to stay here…#2: Seeing as you are in a mental state, we determined it would be unwise to leave you unattended…#3: I wanted to speak to you when you woke up…do you realize what the hell you were saying?...#4:…this is possibly the most obvious one…although, it would be ten times more obvious if you would open your stupid eyes…you are sitting on top of me…when you passed out, you fell on top of me, and you are surprisingly heavy for someone who feeds on only small amounts of sugar…"

So that would explain the squishy, yet firm, bed that I'm on…hm…I wonder how long I have been on top of him?

"When did I pass out?"

"Three hours ago…Every muscle in my body is cramped and asleep…Now open your eyes and get off of me!"

Open my eyes? They ARE open…I'm BLIND!

"But I'm blind…I have my eyes open! Why must you insist upon me 'opening' my eyes?"

"Gosh, we are getting NO where…I really do want to go home soon. It's three in the morning…"

"Fine."

I don't want to move, but I have to make my love happy…

BEEP

"L, Matsuda is wondering through the left wing of the building, clearly lost. Would you like me to retrieve him?"

"Huh? Matsuda?...MATSUDA!...bring him here so I can ki--talk to him…"

"Yes, L…right away."

BEEP

"Um, L…can you let go of my leg? You're cutting off my circulation…"

"Fine…call a doctor…I'm blind still…"

"OPEN YOUR EYES!"

L's Point of View…

Where could Matsuda be? I remember specifically requesting his presence…Whatever though…he probably got scared and wimped out. I'd be scared too if I tried to steal MY man…yes, he's MINE. Just like cake. I don't share anything, and failed kindergarten miserably. Matsuda will be punished for making me wait…although he did leave me with my love…in a rather compromising position…

Light's Point of View

Finally I managed to get that mentally incapacitated loser off of me. Frankly, he needs to go on a diet. I swear he weighed the same as a hippopotamus whose paternity can be attested to an elephant. My legs have lost all function and circulation is currently a joke. Not only is all of this an issue, I am now officially 5 hours behind curfew. That is yet another excuse I need to formulate for my parents. What am I supposed to say I was doing? Being held hostage by an unconscious asylum escapee? Actually, that may be ridiculous enough to work…

How in the world we sat there for an extra 20 minutes arguing about blindness and the incompetence of Matsuda. I am furious that he didn't return to the room after L ordered his presence. It kept me locked in a room with a stalker and a mentally incapacitated sugar addicted freak. What did I do to deserve this? I've only killed a handful of people, and it's not like they didn't deserve it…

Luckily I managed to convince L to release me for the night. After arguing the insinuations of him being unconscious on top of me for three hours and that I wouldn't think twice about filing charges of sexual harassment, which wouldn't be questioned with our chained state, he released my poor, captive arm.

"You don't seem to be in as much pain as you are letting on. Is there a reason beyond your dramatics?" Ryuuku never ceases to aggravate me.

"You mustn't commit yourself to asking me such fruitless questions. I, unlike the imbeciles I have become associated with, confide in my secrecy." This was partially true. I do indeed enjoy my privacy, but I also tend to say more than I should. For example, the little episode during the game of truth and dare was a little too honest for my own good. No one can know my inner thoughts or feelings…

Matsuda's confession of his love is quite unsettling. All this time that I've known L was slightly (quite an understatement) obsessed with me is unmatched with this declaration. I have no clue how to approach it. Should I just do the obvious and tell him off? Yes, that sounds appropriate…-are we going to find out Light's sexual preference? Of course not…I'm not THAT kind…-

L's Point of View…

HE SHALL BE THE END OF ME!!

I paced my room back and forth constantly snacking on a giant Butterfinger. How in the world does he, being Matsuda, think that he can walk in here and steal MY Light!? He can't. Won't happen. Nadda. Zilch. IMPOSSIBLE.

And now Light is putting restrictions on my eating habits. I'm only allowed to have 2 pounds of sugar a day, and even less if I don't eat the stack of carrots he has set on my desk. I can't give up my sugar. NOOOOO!! It has been 2 hours of small amounts of sugar, being in the form of 5 giant Butterfingers, three full size birthday cakes, and a massive bar of Hershey's chocolate. I'm going through withdrawal already. I tasted one of those ridiculous things Light gave me to eat, and I think it gave me a seizure. Or maybe just massive amounts of spasming on the floor.

Squirrels. I shall kill every single one of them, fry them up, and force feed them to the creators of these disgusting things called carrots. If only the internet was more resourceful. It claims that there isn't a creator of carrots…what a lie. I know for a fact that everything is created by SOMEONE. Otherwise it would be healthy food that grows in the ground. Of all the ridiculous notions…

I can deal with it though. I can get through this. I need to go find more sugar…forget about it. I WILL NOT GIVE IN TO TEMPTATION. Okay, so the password to my cake room…

Phone rings... "You have reached the voicemail of L. If you are calling about information on the Kira case, I regret to inform you that no information shall be released to anyone outside of the case. If you are on the inside, then too bad. I'm currently indisposed. Don't leave a message…I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN! However, if you are calling to help plot the demise of all squirrels, leave a message. The beep will now occur…"

CAKE!! Mwahahahahaha. He will never infiltrate my endless supply of sugar! And my fool proof security system can keep out even the smartest of all intruders…like those damn squirrels.

"L. If you didn't realize it, you've been talking to yourself for the last hour and a half. I would understand if the conversation was perhaps one that could be followed, but rambling about cake and squirrels isn't a healthy obsession." Light…what was he doing here? And more importantly, HOW DID HE GET INTO MY CAKE ROOM??

"Easily. Since your security system is just a code on the door…and your code is 1234…"

"NOOOOO!! HOW DID YOU MANAGE TO BREAK THE CODE! I used the most complex use of reverse psychology to determine that the most obvious code would be the least obvious one to figure out…HOW DID YOU DO IT?!" Light gave me a look…one of utter disdain and my heart dropped.

"You are a mystery to me L…"

"I'm a mystery to everyone…" I chose that moment to move in closer to him, my cake in my hand…

Mmm…a little insight into Light's mind. Hopefully we will see more of that in the next chapter…

There isn't a conversation for this one between me and my lovely beta. I must apologize for that one since this chapter hasn't been touched by her at all…it is a surprise for us all!

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