This is the shortest they'll get, methinks. Tomorrow's will certainly make up for it, though (some action, at last!). I don't particularly like doing super-short prompts, so these will be few and far between. As always, I love reviewers.

I don't own Death Note.

December 3
Roof-Over-Your-Head Day

If Light had thought the previous day had been cold…he was very sadly mistaken. Now, he was sitting upon the roof of the impossibly tall building the task force headquarters had been lodged in. Incredibly low temperatures and the height of the building made a very cold Light. He'd thrown on a coat, yes, but nothing like what Ryuuzaki was wearing. Well, not that he wore a coat exactly. It was more of a conglomeration of blankets, quilts, and the like. His face poked out, every other inch of skin securely kept from the freezing cold. Oh, how he hated him now…

L looked over to him curiously, seated upon a concrete bench. He noticed the younger man's hardly concealed rage.

"Is something the matter, Light-kun?"

That little shred of notebook paper was just dying to be used. Oh, I made a funny…

"Yes. There is." Five minutes…and he'd be able to make chop sticks out of his nose drippings. That seemed about right.

L blinked. "Yes…?"

Stiffly Light walked over, numbness having already taken some effect in his limbs. And lord, was that chain colder than ever! How did women wear so much jewelry in the winter?

"Recently, I acquainted myself with that calendar of various holidays in order to prepare myself for each one."

"Oh, did you? That's good."

"And, if I'm not mistaken, today was supposed to be Roof-Over-Your-Head Day, yes?"

"That's right."

"Then, could you possibly tell me…" Pause. "WHY WE'RE FREEZING TO DEATH ON TOP OF THIS FUCKING ROOF?"

L wagged his gloved finger from side to side. "Shush. You're not grasping the true meaning of this holiday, Light-kun."

It took every ounce of his self-control to not start ripping his own hair from his scalp, but Light stood absolutely still. "And…that would be what?"

L sighed heavily and closed his eyes. "I thought you were more astute… Oh well. I'll explain." L patted the spot beside him on the bench. "Come hither, you."

With a thud and a grimace Light abided to the detective's wishes. Clearing his throat, L began to speak once more. Reluctantly, Light brought his gaze back to him in hopes of receiving some logic…any logic, really.

"I thought to myself, 'Oh, L. What good could we do, appreciating our roof by going about inside the building as we normally do? It would be like any other day. Perhaps by going up to spend some time with the roof itself, we could better appreciate what it does for us. And, given it has feelings, it wouldn't be so lonely anymore.'" L licked his chapped lips. "The end."

Slowly, he turned his gaze back to Light. And with that gaze…the chances of Light being Kira went up by, say, five percent. Swallowing, L stood back up and shuffled back to the elevator doors.

"Okay. That's enough appreciating. Let's go back inside."

He did value his life, to a degree.