Chapter 7- Death of a Plushie

Light was NOT happy. He was tired and hungry and his wrist hurt. Not to mention the fact that some little voice in the back of his head kept shouting at him that he was guilty of something, even though he wasn't. Was he?

In any case, he was not in the mood to deal with L or his antics. Or plushies. Definitely not plushies. And yet he found all three. He'd left the plushie on the couch, far out of reach. He really didn't want to repeat the 'cuddle' incident. That, however, seemed to be part of L's diabolical plan. L insisted that they bring the stuffy back to bed with them, saying that he felt sorry for poor little Seto, all alone on the big, scary couch. He would not be dissuaded by any amount of logic, whining or flat-out pig-headedness. He wanted his plushie, and no one was going to stop him. Too tired to really put up a fight, Light relented. The plushie came to bed.

At first L held it in his arms. This seemed to get dull after a while, and so he began to fiddle with it. Light might have said 'play', if it had only been Misa and not the famous detective. He made Seto do a little dance, humming some random tune under his breath. After some minutes of this, L once again became bored.

Heaving a heavy sigh, he started talking to it. He had a full blown conversation going in no time. Although half the conversation was heard only inside the bizarre land that was L's brain, Light got the gist of it. L seemed to be complaining about him.

"I know, Seto-san! He is so mean! Calling Seto-san a toy! Pfft." Ryuzaki whined, barely even bothering to whisper.

"I can hear you, you know." Light growled through gritted teeth.

"Hear what?" L asked, the picture of innocence.

"I can hear you talking to that stupid doll, you idiot. Would you please stop? I'm trying to get some sleep." He grumbled and pulled the blanket up over his shoulder, trying to brood.

"Aw, Light-kun called Kiba-kun a stupid doll. Poor Kiba-kun. I think he's going to cry."

Light did not appreciate the obvious mirth in L's voice.

He turned over, practically flipping in mid air. He snatched the doll out of Ryuzaki's hands. Before he could even think about what he was doing, he dug his fingers into the soft fabric body and pulled. The sound of ripping fabric rent the air, impossibly loud. Feeling the satisfying give, Light viciously tore the dolly into pieces, throwing each one in L's general direction. The detective was completely silent.

Light tossed away the last little bit of stuffing fluff. Without a word, he rolled over again and shut his eyes, determined not to hear the quiet, shaking breaths behind him.

Chapter the Next- Return of the Plushie