A/N: This is quite short and I apologize for the long delay.

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Eighth Instance: The Awkward Dance

Ever since he met Misa, Light wanted to hit a girl.

He knew that he made up his mind on that realization. When Misa leaped on him one night he knew he wanted to punch her face so hard she would get ugly. It was horrible to have nasty thoughts about acting on violence towards the weaker sex, it truly was, but Light makes an exception with Misa. She can be tolerable but when she stopped being so, his knuckles would go into berserk tremors. He tried not to make it too obvious especially L, that son of a bitch, seemed to keep tabs on him ever since he handcuffed him and the annoying girl together. This crosses the imaginary line of decorum for L. Light doesn’t know how long he could contain himself from going nuts and act out of rage.

But today won’t be that day. He needed to beat L in his game one last time.

But when the three of them watched “Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street,” things got completely thrown at the mercy of any god who Light would pay total homage if said god will put him out of his misery.

“Isn’t it symbolic in a way, Light-kun?” L asked calmly as Misa kept singing “By the sea” while kissing Light’s cheeks.

“What is, Ryuuzaki?”

“That Misa-san fancies herself to be Mrs. Lovett, the accomplice to Sweeney Todd’s murder rampages.”

God, he’s doing this again, “What is so symbolic about that?”

“It defines your relationship quite well, actually, can’t you see?”

“I fail to think the way your paranoia-driven mind does. Stop talking rubbish, Ryuuzaki, and let’s plan on how to sabotage the Yotsuba group.”

“Married nice and proper! We’ll grow old together! By the seaside-ah-ah! By the beautiful sea!”

Dear god...

L snorted a chuckle and devoured his doughnut contentedly. “Very good, Misa-san. You hit the right high notes with precision.”

“Why do you encourage her so?” Light tried to stay still as Misa embraced him tighter, too oblivious to pay attention to his disgust.

“Must you be so stoical, Light-kun? Affections should be returned by the receiver. And in this case, you should kiss Misa-san as feverously as she had and maybe dance her around while talking about your ploys of murder with a song.” He chuckled at his own joke. He smiled at the doughnut on his hand. “I adore that musical. The movie adaptation is also equally appetizing.”

Light closed his eyes and massaged his temples. This is actually killing him. A part of him is dying. He decided to view his options. One, strangulate Misa with the handcuffs then choke L with his doughnut. No, that’s not an advisable option. Two, take the keyboard in front of him and bang it on his head so hard his skull might just split into two, hence, making it easier to deal with solitude in death than in Misa’s loving arms. Nope, he’s got a lot to live for, that’s for sure. Or three, pretend Misa’s a carrot and bite her head off. Hmmm...so far option one and three looks promising.

“Something in your mind, Light-kun? Perhaps an epiphany?” Another lame musical reference to said Sweeney material. L is enjoying this.

“Misa loves Johnny Depp! He has an awesome voice! Misa thinks Light can sing too. Sing for Misa, Light!”

“Sing, Light-kun!” L joined along.

Handcuffs. Strangle Misa. Doughnut. Choke L.

“I’d rather not.”

“Misa wants Light to sing!”

“Sing, Light-kun!”

“Would the two of you just—shut—UP!”

Misa gulped but still held onto Light. L pouted. It would have been cute if only Light wasn’t busy trying not to grab the keyboard to bang his head with it.

“What’s the matter? Misa is worried.”

“Get your arms off me and sit properly, there is work to be done!” Light pushed her off and started viewing his documents. He was breathing normally again. Misa kept still, sighing every five minutes. L finished his third box of a dozen doughnuts. It’s now three hours that passed.

Then something weird happened.

It started with a hum. Then the distinguishable hum was now accompanied with words. Light slowly turned his head around, in a frightening motion to resist the curiosity to look directly. L was singing…

Fuck. He really is.

“T’was Pirelli’s miracle elixir, that’s what did the trick, sir, true, sir, true! Was it quick, sir? Did it in a tick, sir! Just like an elixir ought—to—do!”

“Ryuuzaki?”

L paused and looked at his friend. “Hmmm?”

“What are you doing?”

“Eating, debugging a program and singing Tobias’ part.”

“Why are you doing that?”

“Because I’m hungry, the firewall isn’t working and Tobias is adorable.”

“Please stop it.”

“All of what I’m doing?”

“Just the singing,” Light fixed his attention back to his own screen. Misa sighed again.

“There you’ll sample Mrs. Lovett’s meat pies—”

“DAMMIT, RYUUZAKIII!”

L’s eyes widen a centimeter, his whole body frozen, looking at Light with an expression of shock. Misa was also imitating the same pose.

Light calmed down. He breathed in and out then he apologized for his outburst. He started typing and the whole place kept silent again. Then Misa courageously sat on his lap. Light literally saw red.

“Misa will help Light relax. Misa will make Light happy.” She hummed and started swinging their bodies with it. Light stared straight ahead.

Carrot. Misa. Bite head off.

“I will have vengeance...I will have salvation...” Light started.

“Light-kun is singing.”

“Yay, Light!” Misa hugged him.

The other members, Aizawa, Soichiro, Mogi and Matsuda, were simply watching as an audience, amused, frightened and perplexed all in one scene.