So yeah. I was reading over these and quietly giggling to myself over the randomness, and decided to do another after such a long break.

And for once, I gave Matsuda a bit of glory. Because, hey, the poor guy deserves it occasionally.

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note or L's sugar cubes, nor did I steal them. Really. Honest. I mean it! Dx
Summary: The sugar cubes are gone, (-legasp-), and if it wasn't Matsuda, then who could it have possibly been?

Prompt #10: Lie
Title: The Mysterious Case of the Missing Sugar Cubes

"Matsuda-san, how many times do I have to ask you not to steal my sugar cubes?"

It was with confused, hurt-puppy eyes that Matsuda looked at L, who glared in response at this outright lie of an expression. "B-but Ryuzaki, I've been buying my own!" Matsuda said defensively. "I've been getting them myself ever since Watari accidentally picked up the salt-flavored sugar cubes." L covered a near laugh with a cough, and Light, who had been dragged by the chain attaching the two together, rolled his eyes.

"You obviously ran out of your own and took mine," L said. "Don't bother lying. If I have to, I will prove that you took them." He was the world's greatest detective, after all. If the case of the missing sugar cubes stumped him, how would he ever solve the Kira case?

"I don't know how you could when I didn't take them," Matsuda said with a sigh, turning back to his computer. L stood still for a moment, biting his thumbnail. Truly, Matsuda was showing no signs of excessive sugar intake, and he wasn't all that great at lying to begin with. Could it have possibly been someone else? There wasn't anyone else addicted to the things. Even L wouldn't call himself addicted, he could stop any time he wanted to.

But if Matsuda hadn't taken them, then who had? The others would occasionally put in an order, but no one else had this week except for L. And now, even the bowl he normally used was missing. It wasn't making any logical sense; the only suspect was Matsuda, and given that he was worse at lying than he was at reasoning, the thought that he was lying right now was utterly impossible.

"All right. I'll believe you. Have you seen anyone else using any that didn't put an order in?"

Matsuda shrugged. "Who put orders in?" he asked.

"I did."

"Oh." Matsuda turned around. "I thought I saw another bowl by the coffee maker earlier, could that have been yours? I think Aizawa was using them."

L's eyes narrowed—then he had a new suspect. He moved across the room, once again dragging Light behind him like a disobedient dog on a short leash, to Aizawa to begin his next interrogation.

At his own computer, once L began accusing Aizawa—who he apparently assumed was quite a bit better at lying—of stealing the sugar cubes, Matsuda breathed a quiet sigh of relief. It was quite rarely that Matsuda left to buy his own sugar cubes—usually once a week, sometimes every other. It had been an every-other this time, and it was times like these that required more sugar cubes; he never knew when it would happen, so he never bought extra, but he needed them. Stealing was necessary. This meant lying was also necessary, something Matsuda hadn't ever done well with.

Apparently the acting classes, though they were only once a week—sometimes every other—were paying off well.