So it was up to B to make the first move, he was fine with that. He was just figuring out how to reach that spot in L that would make him tick, get him pissed, make him want to win. It was such a fun thing, playing with people, that B was excited to be able to play with L. And oh, that crane of L's head against his finger tips earlier, it was what, to use a cliché, dreams are made of. If only there had been some form of sound, some other form of recognition of his touch, like a mewl from those slightly parted lips and spell bound eyes. Anything that could have told him the tile of his head, the pressure applied to his hand, was more then a cold calculation or a observation of the touch.

Ok B, no more fantasizing, concentrate. It was almost cruel, the relationship between the two that was; so much possibility of being something close and special but ending up as rivals. It sucked. Shaking his head, Beyond Birthday sighed and rolled his shoulders some, his knees digging into his chest as he reached forward and began to type on the computer provided to him. Hacking into L's computer was impossible, even he recognized that fact, but Whammy cable in only one room, a delightfully difficult possibility.

That could wait though, he wasn't in the mood to challenge L just yet. No, he had much more to do before hand, planning and the such. His thumb rubbed against his lips and the memory of pressing the opposable digit to L's lips sprang to his memory, and he butted his tongue out hesitantly. Did his thumb taste like L?

Apparently not. It tasted like strawberry jam but there was something there now, something else. Licking the tip of his thumb again he smiled; it tasted like frosting. B never ate frosting.

Forcing himself to the drop thumb away from his lips, B looked around and spotted a small bottle of glitter. Heh, he knew just the thing to do.

L frowned, looking around in his room. Some thing was amiss. Stepping inside he could see nothing, just his four poster bed, illuminated yet again by the never turned off laptop that sat in the exact same position it had been in before. So, instead of continuing to search with what seemed like no productivity, L did something he had never done before.

He flicked on the light switch, and spotted what was wrong. Glitter. Everywhere. His room seemed to sparkle as the light glinted off of any and everything. Hell, even his carpet looked like a fairy had come in and vomited over it. L… L had been pranked.

Near had been shuffling past in his-shoulders-back-but-I-still-look-like-L-way when he came to a dead stop. His hero was standing in his doorway, not even standing, more like he was frozen. With the light on. Why had he turned the light on?

"Ah… L?" he quested, his voice soft and hesitant. It would take roughly .06 seconds for the verbal address to reach L's ears, but it took several minutes afterwards to get a visual acknowledgement. Whatever was wrong was horribly wrong. He put a foot forward hesitantly, then another step. Soon he was next to his hero; that was when he froze as well. "L, why is your room… sparkling?" he asked with an air of disbelief.

L shook his head slowly. B was the first culprit that came to mind, but he couldn't be sure, he had no proof and he knew he wouldn't find any. Stepping forward his foot kicked up a cloud of glitter, it was layered on thickly. He grimaced a bit, great, just what he needed, to sparkle.

B was pleased with himself; how he had managed to do it was purely coincidental. Watari had followed L to wherever they had gone for once, instead of posing the problem of luring him away for B. Picking a lock was easy, and with no personal alarm system he didn't have to worry as he set the basket down on the end of the bed, careful not to leave wrinkles in the comforter's fabric as he withdrew two bottles of white glitter. Popping the tops he smiled cutely, and tipped them over.

Now the deed was done, and B was satisfied for now. His fingers clicked nicely on the keyboard as he started the cantankerous job of getting into the digital cable line without manual help. It would take a bit of time, he knew that much, and he had a few days he had planned to spread it over. His dark eyes spotted a small sparkle on his pinky and he frowned, attempting to wipe it off on the edge of the desk.

It stayed.

No, B didn't want to sparkle like he could already envision L was going to. Rubbing it more fiercely he glared at the small circle of light catching plastic. After several minutes of scratching at it, the circle slipped off, and right under a finger nail. Ok, this was ridiculous. At this rate he'd never rid himself of this blemish on his persons.

Calm down Beyond, just… get rid of it. That simple, get rid of it. How? He chewed a bit on his bottom lip and glared at the sparkle, just barely hidden by his nail, and scraped at it, hoping to lift it up and out of his nail. It pushed it farther, and that kinda hurt. He grimaced and shook his thumb some, when he pulled it back for inspection, the glitter had moved to the back of his hand.

He was never going to get rid of this thing was he? Rubbing at it he poked his tongue out between his lips. It still refused to come off. In an act of final desperation, he licked at it. It came off right away, and he barely even felt it on the tip of his tongue. Glitter was non-toxic right? Yes, it was, or at least this brand in particular was, so he swallowed it.

Why hadn't he tried that before?