"Light-kun!! I need some help!"

Light sighed. "C'mon, Ryuzaki…"

"I refuse to help her," L said defiantly, spinning his swivel chair around so his back was toward Light.

"You're acting like a little kid!" Light cried.

"And you're a mass murderer," L countered.

"You have no evidence!"

"How would you know? Perhaps I do…"

"What?!"

"I take your startled response as a confession!" L spun around again, staring at Light through big eyes, a triumphant smile on his face. Light jumped.

"What?! No! I'm not Kira!"

"Denial!"

"Shut up and come help Misa!" Light snapped, tugging the chain as he walked, making L reluctantly follow. Both men stopped when Light opened the door, and they saw Misa carrying in a large, cellophane-wrapped basket. She tilted her head so she could see them and smiled.

"Hey, I thought you guys might like this!" she said. "It's from one of my fans. It's really sweet, but I didn't like any of the stuff inside. Here!"

"Um…thanks, Misa," Light said as she shoved the basket into his arms.

"Okay, well, that's all. Have a great day, Light-kun!" Misa sang as she left. L and Light stared after her for a moment, at a total loss as to what had just happened. Light finally walked into the lounge and dropped the gift basket onto a table. L crouched by it and examined it.

Nothing exciting…soap…perfume…Light would like that… L chuckled at his thought, then continued to examine the basket. Coffee…It would be good except…it's rose-scented. I'm sorry, I can't drink that. What else is in here? Candles…lotions…what a feminine basket…

His eyes suddenly widened as his gaze settled on it. Nestled between a large candle and the rose-scented coffee was one of the singular joys in L's life.

A box of pocky.

He stared at the box, and the little chibi animal on it seemed to stare back. L had to have that pocky. It was calling to him.

Momentarily forgetting that he would lose forty percent of his reasoning ability, L grabbed the basket and sat cross-legged on the floor. He frowned as he saw the complicated bow keeping the cellophane closed. Chewing his thumb nail, he began to think.

Hm…well, it shouldn't be that difficult. I can work the bow off of the cellophane. I'm strong; I could do it.

He began trying to pull the bow off of the cellophane. It wouldn't come off. L's frown deepened. This wasn't what he planned. The stupid person who had sent this tied the bow too tight! L began to wrestle with the cellophane.

Curse you, plastic! You are keeping me from my pocky, he thought furiously.

"Ryuuzaki…do you need any help?" L heard Light ask.

"No. I am absolutely capable of doing this, Light-kun!"

"O…kay…if you say so…"

L gritted his teeth and began to pull on the bow as hard as he could. A little growl escaped him as he tugged.

"Ryuuzaki…" L heard Light say.

"Yagami-kun! If you say one word, I will find some evidence to prove that you are Kira!" L snapped. "And if you do not stop talking after that, I will turn myself in for first-degree murder!"

"…okay, Ryuuzaki."

Light didn't say much after that.

Ten minutes later, L was still battling with the gift basket.

Misa Amane, I will murder you for inflicting this upon me!

He dug his nails into the plastic wrap and tugged. Unfortunately, his nails were dull from being chewed so often, so his fingers merely slipped on the smooth material. L swore under his breath.

"I want that pocky," he muttered. "I will have that pocky."

The chibi animal on the pocky box seemed to taunt L now.

"And when I finish the pocky, I will burn that animal on the box."

He gripped the ribbon with one hand, and grabbed the cellophane with the other.

"I am a genius," L muttered as he began tugging the ribbon away. "I am the world's top three detectives. So how on earth am I being beaten by cellophane?"

L managed to get the tips of his fingers between the ribbon and the plastic. He let out a very quick, victorious, slightly maniacal laugh.

"I will show you who will win, plastic!" he cried. But his fingers slipped, and he fell backwards. Another growl escaped him. L was angry. Light suddenly stood over him.

"This is getting way too painful to watch," the teenager said, and he pulled a knife from his pocket. "I'm going to put you out of your misery, Ryuuzaki."

L's eyes widened.

"You're going to kill me?! I knew you were Kira!" he cried, jumping to his feet.

Light simply rolled his eyes and walked over to the gift basket. With a quick flick, he slashed a hole into the cellophane, reached in, pulled out the pocky box, and dropped it into L's hand. "There you go, Ryuuzaki."

L stared down at the box for a moment while Light went into the bedroom.

"Holding your knife like that has raised my suspicions!" the dark-haired detective cried.

"Shut the hell up, Ryuuzaki!" came Light's reply. Sullenly, L crouched onto the chair as far away from the bedroom door as the chain would allow and began to eat his pocky. He glared at the cute little chibi animal. "I will still somehow murder you, evil creature of the pocky box," he muttered.

Meanwhile, Misa was in her room, watching the whole cellophane situation on her television. The phone suddenly rang. Misa picked it up.

"Are you enjoying this, Amane-san?" Watari asked.

"Yes! Thank you so much for putting this up for me, Watari-san!" Misa chirped.

"You're quite welcome. Your performance earlier was very good as well."

"Really? I don't know…I was really surprised they actually bought it…"

"No, you were fine, Amane-san."

Misa giggled. "Thank you, Watari-san. Anyway, I'm taping this right now. Y'know, Ryuuzaki's pretty stupid, considering he's a genius…"

"Did you notice he was sitting normally?" Watari asked.

"Yeah, he didn't look as creepy."

"Did he tell you that, if he sits any other way than his normal position, his reasoning ability drops by forty percent?"

"Um…I think Light mentioned it to me once…"

"Ryuuzaki has a tendency to exaggerate when it comes to percentages."

"Really? So how much does it really drop?" Misa asked.

"A good sixty percent," Watari said. Misa stared at the screen, then began laughing hysterically.

"Watari-san, you're the best! Thanks again!" she cried. "I'm totally using this for blackmail later!"

"I wouldn't do that, Amane-san…"

"Oh, no, just with the Task Force downstairs. It's not like I'll broadcast it all over the world on the Internet or anything," she said. "But I can't understand half of what he's saying. What language is he speaking?"

"I believe he started with Japanese, swore in Mandarin, continued in English, swore in English, Spanish and French, and finally concluded in Japanese."

"Oh, wow." Misa giggled. "This is priceless. Thanks again, Watari-san!"

"No trouble at all, Amane-san," Watari said. "I think this was a fitting punishment."

He hung up, and Misa put her phone back on the receiver and smirked as she rewound the tape and watched L yell at the gift basket.

"Misa's not as dumb as she looks, Ryuuzaki," she said to the screen. "That's what you get for stealing my make-up."

A/N—Just so you all know, this was actually based on a real incident involving me, a gift basket, and, yes, pocky. So this story is very near (LOL NEAR!!...yeeeah...) and dear to my heart...and there seriously is rose-scented coffee. It exists.

Seriously.

...'kay, bye.