The Importance of Apples

Rating: K or T, depending on how you view certain canonomical facts.

Warnings: crack.

A/N: Collab fic written by me and Kaylin at NIU's writing camp this summer. Finally typed and posted. All pairs were given a set of people and had to write a short dialogue interaction between them - we got "Man vs. God." Needless to say, this emerged. This is the product of two teens in a room full of insane writers who are all running on too little sleep and too much caffeine. Enjoy, if that's possible... (And drop us a review on the way out! :))

Bronze hair fell into Light's brown eyes as he slouched over the notebook. The TV was on as he wrote the names of suspected criminals. The shinigami loomed over the teen in the chair, his ever-present smile nearly faltering.

"We're out of apples!" Light didn't look up at the blood-red of the death god. There was too much work to do, and the entity's drug-like addiction to apples was too trifling a matter.

"Good to know," Light answered nonchalantly. Ryuk glared at his back, the usual sparkle in his eyes gone as an air of indignance surrounded him.

"Did you hear me?" Ryuk repeated. "We're out of apples." He prodded Light's back, knowing that the teen went into a trance-like state when he wrote.

Light paid no attention as the TV blared, announcing the sudden death of one Rodney Avenue. He smirked and flipped to the next news channel.

"You probably ate them all." Irked, Ryuk snatched the bag of nearby potato chips, showing that he meant business. They spilled all over the floor of Light's immaculate room. Yet, the teen didn't seem to notice the mess, merely leaning down to pick up the small TV that had fallen out of the bag.

"Oh wait, I made them into a pie," Light commented, going back to his work.

"Pie? What?" Ryuk exclaimed, an expression of confusion flickering across his face. "Wait… since when do you bake pie?" Looking forward to a story, the shinigami reached for the end of the desk to grab his usual apple, only to remember there were none.

"Since L decided he wanted pie; he bribed me into backing him one with the promise that he would unlock the handcuffs," Light explained, not bothering to look up from his work.

"Well that would explain the lack of handcuffs," Ryuk muttered. "Wait… handcuffs?"

The pen stopped scribbling as Light looked up.

"I'm going to go get some more potato chips now," the teen said exasperated as he reached down under his desk to grab a new bag.

Opening it he took a potato chip, and ate it, making sparkles of justice fly off as he saved the cheerleader and saved the world.

--teh endy--