AN- Bum bum BUM. And Light implements the plan that might just kill him. It's surprisingly simple, but then, he's doing this for the reaction, not so that he can actually steal the violin. Remember, He wants to be caught. Thus the audio and camera and such. The next few are for Hammer-chan, my first reviewer.

Pilfered. (stolen)

Light was amazed, and disgusted. He'd been awake, the tiny voices from the headphones just audible. He was a light sleeper, and he was surprised that L's panting hadn't woken him earlier. Listening, he was almost scared to open his eyes, not wanting to see what the detective might be doing. However, when he did crack an eye, both the detectives hands were behind his head, present and accounted for.

It was amazing, and very, very strange to be a bystander at this private concert. Light had never known music could affect a man in such a manner, though his earlier demonstration had hinted at it. So he watched; fascination and a sick feeling dancing unpleasantly in his stomach. Had it been anyone but L, he might have found it arousing…but…it was L. L did not arouse him, not in the slightest. Towards the end of the second repetition of Confutatis, Light was fairly sure that if he reached over and nudged the laptop, L would scream. The thought was amusing. He suddenly thought about the violin…

In the morning…it had to be this morning. The storms weren't dependable, and all of Misa's annoying adoration proved that she was. L was up late tonight…it had to be close to two in the morning…

He'd sleep until a few moments before the alarm went off, and expect Light to do the same. He'd never sleep until the alarm, because he found it unbearably annoying, and it put him in a dismal mood to start the day. Personally, Light thought it was because he just couldn't shut his powerful mind down completely. In fact, Light wondered if he ever really slept sometimes. He'd tried shutting the alarm off before it buzzed and then waking Light himself…but after a few elbows to the face and a failed strangulation attempt, he decided to let the alarm do the work. Light did not like people touching him as he slept.

Light also had the gift of being able to fall asleep when he wanted and sleep for however long he wanted. He could wake up without an alarm if he needed to. He usually did, because he found it as annoying as L, but the two of them kept strange hours while working on the case. It was better to have a back up plan when the threat of passing out before you even make it to the bed became an everyday ordeal.

So, Light decided to wake up at five. That being determined, he shut his eyes, blocked out the detective ( who was now shutting his computer down and trying to calm himself enough to sleep), and drifted back in his dreamless rest.

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At roughly five-ten, Light Yagami opened his eyes, and sat up before he could fall asleep again. He could wake whenever he wanted, but if he didn't move, he'd often go right back to sleep. A movement from the corner of his eye, and Watari was setting L's morning cake on the dresser. He nodded a silent greeting, careful not to expose too much of his face. Light respectfully looked away...this man was L's only companion, and Light knew what he must think of him. The man wouldn't take any chances. When Light looked up again, he was gone. The man was so quiet it was scary. No sixty year old man should be that nimble…

Light shook his head and reached for his phone. If Watari was tending to L's breakfast then he'd done his rounds about the building, and was headed back to his office to process the new updates. If he'd made his rounds, then both their door and Misa's door was unlocked. Light glanced at L again; to be sure he was asleep. He was, curled up like a cat, one hand cradled to his chest, the other fisting the blankets to his chin. He fiddled with the cell phone for a minute. L had allowed texting as the only form of communication between Misa and Light during work hours, but Light had never actually responded to any of them before the last few days. Recently, however, he'd spent a long time painstakingly hiding his messages, though where the inspiration for this tactic came from, he wasn't sure. He just knew how to do it, and that it worked. "It shuts her up when I write back. It's just frustrating, having to type out every letter by number.", he'd told L when the detective had asked why the sudden urge to reply. In reality, he wasn't slow at texting, but faking it had allowed more time to type longer messages. It had earned him a percentage quip from L, though...something about how his stalling and avoiding work made him seem even more guilty.

A moment later, a very sleepy Misa opened the door. Her hair was pulled back into one bushy pony-tail and messy from sleep, and her face clear of make-up. She held an enormous stuffed bear. For a moment, Light almost thought she was pretty. Almost.

With a small smile, she walked over, silent in her socks, and slid L's violin from under the bed. She held it close to her chest, arranged the bear over it, and Light mouthed for her to hide it in her room. She gave him a look that said she wasn't stupid, and left just as quietly as she had come.

Light glanced at L.

He gave them until maybe Lunch…maybe.

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Misa slid back into her own bed with her bear, and pulled the covers up. Mr. Crumb, so named because she used to 'feed' him crumbs when she was younger, was big enough to completely cover the violin case. Thinking no more about it, she went back to sleep.

Only a man would ask her to get up at five in the bloody morning.