Lego: Hello everyone! Because my main story is being rewritten and is currently on hiatus, I decided to pick up the 100 themes challenge in order to motivate myself to write (heavily influenced by the fact that one of my favorite fanfiction authors, Joey Taylor, is doing it). I've decided to post the canon ones I write (no OCs and such) as separate oneshots here on my account to show that I actually am writing. I hope you enjoy this one!

Disclaimer: The Death Note franchise belongs to Ohba Tsugumi and Obata Takeshi. I only own the writing and the story idea.

Authoress's Warning: I do not want comments about yaoi. Any hints you might pick up were not intentional. Think whatever you want, but do not comment on it.


The whirr of the computer's fan broke the silence that had once resided in the main lobby of L's quarters. Said detective bolted straight up. Silence? There shouldn't have been silence. The computers were to be on at all times. He hadn't taken that long of a nap, but it was nearly four in the morning—who could possibly have been up that early to mess with his computers.

L rose from the couch, stretched a little bit, then slid into his normal posture, dark eyes searching the room for the culprit. Unsurprisingly, he saw Light sitting in his swivel chair with a cup of coffee in hand. He grinned over his shoulder at the slightly disgruntled detective.

"Good morning, sunshine! Coffee?"

If looks could kill, the brunette would have been a pile of ash on the floor. "I do believe you have committed a terrible crime."

Panic flew onto Light's face faster than a spooked animal. "Whatever do you mean? What have I done?"

L took Light's coffee from him and moved it to a table on the far side of the room then shoved the younger male out of his chair. The brunette landed on the floor in a heap accompanied by a small groan. An indignant, "Hey!" sprouted from him, but L ignored it.

The detective climbed up into his swivel chair and pulled his knees to his chest. "First you dare to assume you have the right to turn off my computers—which store important information concerning this case and control everything in this building—and restore them to power at your leisure, then you make that vile substance, sit in my chair, and dare to put it anywhere near my beloved technology."

He sent a glare at the younger male then turned his attention to rebooting his programs. "My irritation is at 67% and rising." A low growl escaped him. "And don't call me sunshine."

Light wisely retreated from the room to somewhere safer, leaving L to fume in his favorite swivel chair. It didn't take long for the detective to call for Watari—he wanted some tea and sweets, and he wanted them now.