Got boredish. So, here's another sugar cube for all of you.
Disclaimer: Me no owns.
Warning: Light Yagami=Light Im-a-gay... who-uses-makeup. Yepyep.
Summary: L's Wednesday shirt is missing, and we are given further proof that Light may not be as straight as Misa would like him to be
Prompt #9: Dirty
Title: Foundation Powder
With a slight grimace at the digital clock in the corner of his laptop's screen, L shut the computer and pulled on the chain connected to his wrist to figure out where was leading this morning. The answering, annoyed tug came from the bathroom. That meant L had another hour to do research while Yagami Light attached to him attempted to fix his hair and do whatever other morning rituals he practiced. L generally chose not to enter the bathroom while Light was in it, and had therefore had the bathroom made just within the reach of the chain and the rest of L's side of this bedroom.
L ambled over to his dresser and pulled out a random array of clothes from it to be tossed onto his bed – until he reached his shirts. He knew he had exactly seven white shirts, each of the tags marked with one day of the week. As it was Wednesday, all of them should have been there and clean, but only six were present.
L looked over at the bathroom door. With as spotlessly clean as the bedroom was, one glance would have told L that it was not there. That meant it had to be in the land of doom – at least it was the land of doom when Yagami Light was inside.
Nothing could be done. L headed over to the bathroom and knocked on the frame of the partially open door. His reply was a slightly agitated, "What?"
"My Wednesday shirt is missing."
L heard an annoyed sigh, and a moment later, an arm reached out of the door and dropped a white shirt on the floor. "That's the only one that's in here."
L picked up the shirt, now slightly annoyed, and held it up. His annoyance grew to near anger upon seeing the front of the shirt. He knocked on the doorframe again. "What now?"
L pushed the door open and held up the shirt. "Light-kun, why is my shirt dirty? It should be clean, yesterday was a washing day, but there appear to be tan stains on it."
There was a momentary flicker of something like fear in Light's eyes. "Isn't that the shirt Matsuda spilled coffee on last week?" He asked this almost hopefully. Something was strange here….
"No. That was Thursday. And this looks more like –" L looked up from the shirt at the bathroom counter and pointed. "Didn't you say that was Misa's?" Light looked at the container of foundation powder, then pushed it out of sight and shut the door quickly, as far as it would shut with the chain still in it.
L looked at the shirt again. It couldn't be helped. To avoid anymore awkward, make-up related questions, L would just have to wear a different shirt and not speak to Light for the rest of the day. That didn't answer why his shirt had been used as a rag, but some mysteries were best left unsolved, L thought.