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Title: Sugar Cubes
Fandom: Death Note
Characters: L
Prompt: Table 3, #2 Addiction
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Summary: L inadvertently causes a shortage in his sugar supply by introducing a rather curious (albeit skeptical) Matsuda to the wonders of sugar cubes.
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note or any of its characters. I just adore them and find the work of Tsugumi Ohba as a writer to be quite inspiring.
Notes:
Sugar Cubes series overview: This collection of minifics for Fanfic50 is one I'm calling Sugar Cubes. All of them are L-centric (as he is my character claim), and many of them will also somehow involve the general subject of sugar cubes, and most of them will be just plain goofy. The lighter side of the Kira investigation, I suppose. Also, just as an added challenge to myself, each story is 500 words long. Not one word more or less. Yep. I decided to take my challenge and make it more challenging. No one ever accused me of being particularly sane, after all.
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Sugar cubes were good. They were very much like edible Legos that toppled over just a bit too often. Certainly better than regular crystal sugar. What fun was that? Sure, it was edible enough, but then there was always the problem that it left the inside of your mouth feeling like sandpaper for hours on end. No, sugar cubes were the greatest thing since sliced bread. That was obvious to anyone with a brain. L figured that would explain why Matsuda didn't seem to understand.
"But isn't it easier to find the other kind of sugar?"
"Indeed it is, Matsuda-san," L said absently, stacking sugar cubes on the table in front of him. "However, sugar cubes are simply more efficient."
"How?" he asked curiously, his head tilted to the side. Like a puppy, L thought with a slight grimace. -
"They just are, Matsuda-san. I'm afraid there is no simpler explanation than that."
"That's not a good explanation…"
L's sugar cube tower fell at Matsuda's comment. L glared at him viciously. Matsuda obviously got the picture, as he got up from his seat quickly and hurried over to where Yagami and Mogi were discussing something to do with the case. Good. Now L could rebuild his sugar cube tower without having to listen to the infamous idiocies of the moronic Matsuda. That was a comforting thought in itself, he thought as he placed one sugar cube on top of the stack of three that remained, before popping another into his mouth.
As the tower began getting taller again, he heard that voice next to him for a second time.
"I just don't get why they're so much better than other sugar..."
"Then try one. And please leave me alone."
Matsuda shrugged and took a cube from the cup in front of L. L was unaware of the chain of events he had just started; over the next week, his sugar cubes began going mysteriously missing, until there were barely enough left to sweeten a single cup of coffee. It wasn't until three days later that he figured out why, when he spotted Matsuda and saw that he had a peculiar tick in his left cheek. That was probably a very bad sign.
"Matsuda-san?"
"What? I didn't take them!"
"I wasn't accusing you of taking anything, but-"
"What?"
"Do you know who has been taking my sugar cubes?"
Matsuda blinked a few times. Or, more than a few. He blinked several times in the brief span of a few seconds. It was obvious who the culprit was, but L wasn't going to let Matsuda know this bit of information quite yet. Matsuda looked around for someone to blame, and his eyes landed behind L.
"It was Light-kun."
L looked back at Light, then at Matsuda, then at the former again. L sighed and decided to leave it at that.
"See what you did?" Light said.
"Hmm?"
"Now there're two sugar junkies here."
Only one word applied such a horrible situation:
"Oops."
Fandom: Death Note
Characters: L
Prompt: Table 3, #2 Addiction
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Summary: L inadvertently causes a shortage in his sugar supply by introducing a rather curious (albeit skeptical) Matsuda to the wonders of sugar cubes.
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note or any of its characters. I just adore them and find the work of Tsugumi Ohba as a writer to be quite inspiring.
Notes:
Sugar Cubes series overview: This collection of minifics for Fanfic50 is one I'm calling Sugar Cubes. All of them are L-centric (as he is my character claim), and many of them will also somehow involve the general subject of sugar cubes, and most of them will be just plain goofy. The lighter side of the Kira investigation, I suppose. Also, just as an added challenge to myself, each story is 500 words long. Not one word more or less. Yep. I decided to take my challenge and make it more challenging. No one ever accused me of being particularly sane, after all.
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
Sugar cubes were good. They were very much like edible Legos that toppled over just a bit too often. Certainly better than regular crystal sugar. What fun was that? Sure, it was edible enough, but then there was always the problem that it left the inside of your mouth feeling like sandpaper for hours on end. No, sugar cubes were the greatest thing since sliced bread. That was obvious to anyone with a brain. L figured that would explain why Matsuda didn't seem to understand.
"But isn't it easier to find the other kind of sugar?"
"Indeed it is, Matsuda-san," L said absently, stacking sugar cubes on the table in front of him. "However, sugar cubes are simply more efficient."
"How?" he asked curiously, his head tilted to the side. Like a puppy, L thought with a slight grimace. -
"They just are, Matsuda-san. I'm afraid there is no simpler explanation than that."
"That's not a good explanation…"
L's sugar cube tower fell at Matsuda's comment. L glared at him viciously. Matsuda obviously got the picture, as he got up from his seat quickly and hurried over to where Yagami and Mogi were discussing something to do with the case. Good. Now L could rebuild his sugar cube tower without having to listen to the infamous idiocies of the moronic Matsuda. That was a comforting thought in itself, he thought as he placed one sugar cube on top of the stack of three that remained, before popping another into his mouth.
As the tower began getting taller again, he heard that voice next to him for a second time.
"I just don't get why they're so much better than other sugar..."
"Then try one. And please leave me alone."
Matsuda shrugged and took a cube from the cup in front of L. L was unaware of the chain of events he had just started; over the next week, his sugar cubes began going mysteriously missing, until there were barely enough left to sweeten a single cup of coffee. It wasn't until three days later that he figured out why, when he spotted Matsuda and saw that he had a peculiar tick in his left cheek. That was probably a very bad sign.
"Matsuda-san?"
"What? I didn't take them!"
"I wasn't accusing you of taking anything, but-"
"What?"
"Do you know who has been taking my sugar cubes?"
Matsuda blinked a few times. Or, more than a few. He blinked several times in the brief span of a few seconds. It was obvious who the culprit was, but L wasn't going to let Matsuda know this bit of information quite yet. Matsuda looked around for someone to blame, and his eyes landed behind L.
"It was Light-kun."
L looked back at Light, then at Matsuda, then at the former again. L sighed and decided to leave it at that.
"See what you did?" Light said.
"Hmm?"
"Now there're two sugar junkies here."
Only one word applied such a horrible situation:
"Oops."