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"My speech! I can't believe I forgot my speech! I don't even know…I don't know what to say! What do I do? L! I need help! What do I do, I don't know what to do about it because it's a bad situation and I'll never be able to think up a speech in this amount of time and we can't go back and-"

"Light-kun."

"-how are they going to take me seriously after this? I show up with no papers and I give the worst speech in history?! I can't do that! I'm Kira! K-I-R-A!"

"Light-kun!" L reached over and grabbed a fistful of Light's hair. "Take a deep breath."

"Ouch! You're messing up my hair!"

"Deep breath," L repeated, as they passed the many skyscrapers and quickly neared their destination. "Remember what your therapist told you…In, out. In, out."

"In," Light inhaled deeply, "out," he exhaled. "But L, I still don't know what to say!"

"Shh. In…"

Light sighed hugely.

"…Out. Good Light-kun," L released his fist of the brown hair and leaned back when caramel-colored eyes glared up at him.

"You can't talk to me like that!"

"Yes, I can. Light-kun makes it too easy for me."

"Well!"

"Well?" L mimicked. "What are you going to do about your speech?"

A cocky hair flip. "I'll have to improvise."

The black-haired man couldn't help but shudder at that, remembering Light's past improvisations and the PR messes that had followed. "Please," he said, reaching over to smooth Light's hair back, "postpone the meeting before you do that. You are so clumsy when it comes to-"

"I am not clumsy!" Light exclaimed as they pulled up to the designated building's back entrance. "I am graceful and well…well-worded!"

"Well-worded indeed," L muttered, opening the door and shoving Light out ahead of him. He groaned when he saw his lover trip and almost fall down. "Light-kun is going to make a fool of himself!"

"Shut up! You're not helping!" Light, not waiting for L to get out of the limo, pranced off toward the building and threw the doors open with a flourish.

"Wait…!" L shuffled as briskly as possible so he didn't lose sight of the melodramatic man in front of him. Pulling a gumball out of his pocket, he shoved it into his mouth and finally broke into a stooped jog to catch up with Light.

"You're really slow," Light snapped, still not looking at L as he continued his prissy strut down the halls. "Help me find the elevator!"

"I mm t-ying tuh!" The wad of gum in his mouth made L impossible to understand, but Light didn't seem to care about this much when he discovered where the elevators were.

"Come on!"

Once safely inside the elevator and heading up to the forty-ninth floor, the two stared at one another in silence.

Oh God, I'm going to ruin this entire contract because I'm such a moron when it comes to making speeches up off the top of my head… Light thought worriedly. Ugh, and L isn't helping at all. Look at him! Why do I put up with him?

Slouched in the other corner, L was presenting Light with his very best "I'm Going To Stare At You Until You Break Because I Am L And I Can" look. Wow, this gum really is not that enjoyable.

Light fidgeted around and looked up to see what floor they were at. Eleven.

Will he stop staring at me?! And I really wish he'd spit that gum out, he's slurping like an animal. Listen to him. Slurp, slurp, slurp. He's driving me insane! I have to get out of here! I have to-

L spat his gum out into his hand and stuck it on the bottom of the emergency telephone box. "Is Light-kun nervous?" he asked, blinking and glancing down at his shoes.

"Obviously. That would explain the layer of sweat forming over my entire body."

"Hn. You sweat when you are nervous," L observed.

"Most people do," the brunette defended.

"You also sweat when we are-"

DING!

"Alright, now we need to make a good impression," Light whispered urgently. "So don't do any of your usual stuff."

"Stuff?"

"Like scratching your hair, sucking your thumb, taking your shoes off, staring mercilessly at people, or making rude, out-of-line comments. Okay? Just save it until we get home, and you can take it out on me later."

"I expect a reward for completely altering my mannerisms," L hissed back as Light led him down yet another window-lined hallway.

"You'll get one." Light cleared his throat before stepping into the meeting room at the end of the hall. "Hello!"

Oh great, L thought as he watched Light shaking hands and bowing to all of the UN representatives, he's in Fake Kira Mode now. There's no going back.

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"…and for creating…creating," Light trailed off, looking helplessly down at L from his position at the head of the long, wooden table. "…"

"A better world," L whispered.

"A better world! Thank you!" Light sat down and watched as the others reacted to his speech in an eruption of whispers. "How was it?" he asked L quietly.

"It was…" L sighed at Light's hopeful expression, "worth remembering, Light-kun."

"Oh, good."

L looked around and spotted a decorative display with a few oranges on it sitting on a small table behind him.

"…It's not like they can really say anything," Light was rambling, "because I'm the decider."

"Yes, Light-kun is the decider." L looked around and, not seeing anyone paying attention to him, snatched one of the oranges and hid it in his lap.

"Why are they taking so long?"

"Kira-sama, we have come to a decision regarding…" one woman started, but faded off when she saw L smacking down an orange slice. "…regarding…"

"R-san?" another man spoke up.

L looked up, a bit of the orange juice sliding down his chin. "Mm?"

"Could you…refrain from eating the display?"

Light whipped his head to the side, horrified. "R," he hissed, "don't eat that! We have some at ho-"

"And what, may I ask, is the purpose of such a display if not for eating?" L inquired, breaking off another slice in his lap and bringing it to his lips.

"Well-"

"Do you intend to let these oranges rot?" he continued. "Or possibly-aagh!"

Light withdrew his foot from L's shin and shot the others his sweetest smile. "Please excuse R," he apologized, "he is just very assertive at times."

"Of course. Now, we have come to a decision…"

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"If Light-kun wanted an orange, then I could have retrieved one for him!"

"I didn't want an orange!" Light yelled, slapping the button to take them back down in the elevator. "I wanted you to stop eating so they could make their announcement!"

"You got your contract, correct?" L ground out.

"Yes, but-"

"Then we shall leave it at that."

DING!

L went slinking down the hall and toward the exit without another word.

"I'm just saying," Light pressed, stumbling to catch up with his lover, "that you can't take anything you want willy nilly!"

L kept walking.

"What will you steal next, I wonder?" the younger man asked, and he flung his arms out wildly around him, "maybe that painting?" He gestured toward a painting of a llama. "Or someone's jewelry?"

The former detective just grunted and went slamming out of the back doors, not expecting to be faced with a massive crowd of paparazzi.

"Oh, damn."

"Kira-sama!"

"R! R, will you tell us why you always wear the same pants?"

"Kira-sama, please tell us what kind of a relationship you have with R!"

"Kira-sama, what brand of hair product do you use?"

"R, do you use hair products?"

Immediately body guards came charging up out of nowhere, shoving the paparazzi and their flashing cameras back so Light and L could get through to their limo.

"My shoe!"

Light looked back and saw that L's untied shoe had fallen off and one of the reporters had gotten a hold of it.

"Forget it! Come on!"

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When L came shuffling out of the bathroom later on, he was not happy to see that the news was analyzing his shoe.

We was happy, however, that Light had ordered a large basket of oranges to be brought up for him.

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A/N: :-)

YO! You know that crazy shirt L was mentioned wearing? Well, Believe Bridesmaid made a fanart for it (thanks!) and gave me permish to post it on my deviantart account. Please go check it out, cause it kicks ass.

Please review! Or L will eat all of your oranges!

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