This one made me hungry. D:
And so it continues as L forces Light to eat stuff he'd rather not.
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December 5
Sacher Torte Day

Light felt like he had been run over by a train. A train carrying a surplus of elephants, blue whales, and brontosauruses, to be exact. His head was pounding and his everything ached. And, to no surprise, he felt a pair of eyes watching him from the moment he gained consciousness. He groaned at the bombardment of sensations, pulling the covers over his head. Something told him that he should be very, very angry with a certain detective. That sounded about right.

Poke.

Oh god, not that again.

L must've gotten incredibly close, because he could hear the man's breath just on the other side of the comforter. He spoke very softly, so much so in fact that Light nearly had to strain to hear him.

"Hey, Light-kun… It just came in a few minutes ago." Weight was added to one side of the bed, L having apparently hopped up. He was probably looming over his face. What was it, anyway? "I really want to open it. Could you wake up, please?"

Light issued some sleepy, grumbling sounds. L became displeased at this.

He was almost pleading, strangely enough. "I don't want it to spoil… It had a really long trip, and it'll take forever for another to get here." L lightly shook Light's shoulder, the comforter having not hid it very well. He just recoiled from his touch and curled into a ball under those sheets.

The weight suddenly left the bed, as did L's breathing. A tremor of panic went through Light. He was up to something.

Seconds later, the sheets were pulled away from Light's face so that he could fully view the morning sun and all of its glory pouring through the windows. Light then proceeded to recite every colorful word he had learned in high school. When would it end?

"So be it, Light-kun," L said suddenly. "But we are getting to the kitchen, one way or another."

Light's half-open, dull eyes stared at the clean white plate on the table at which he found himself seated. There had been some kind of struggle (weak, on his part) and he'd ended up at the kitchen table. He rubbed his eyes, his headache grinding away at his brain. At least, it felt that way. He turned his head, managing to catch sight of the back of L. He seemed to work diligently at something, but he couldn't tell what. Could a porcelain plate substitute a pillow, perhaps? It certainly looked inviting…

L padded over to where Light sat and swiftly took up the object of the young man's fascination. Light frowned slightly, resting his head on his arms. His eyes slowly started to close, and even though the wooden table was terrible hard and cold he'd make due. Anything for a few more minutes.

And then, just as quickly as the plate had left, it returned beside Light's almost-sleeping form. He stared at what was on it for what seemed like a couple hours. L, however, responded only a second or so after putting it back down.

"There you go, Light. A most delicious breakfast if I do say so. That's your piece and…I'll have the rest." The detective took a seat across from Light, a short chocolate cake (with one piece missing) sitting before him. Licking his lips, he began to devour the sinful dessert.

Light sniffed the dessert lazily. "What's this?"

L swallowed a bite. "A sacher torte, of course. The best kinds are from Vienna, so-"

"You ordered a cake from Vienna?" Light sat up more, but relied on the back of his chair for support. "You do realize we're in Japan, right?"

"Correct."

"You can do that?"

"Given you have sufficient funds."

Light sighed. "I don't even like chocolate…"

L's fork dropped against the table, making a bit of racket.

"The chance of you being Kira has risen one point five percent."

"Whatever. I'm not Kira."

"You could at least try some. They're known for being the best."

Grudgingly, Light took his fork. Chocolate fan or not, he was hungry. He took a very small portion of his slice with it, examining the cake further. It did look rather moist and dark, which hopefully meant it wasn't unbearably sweet. Hopefully. Then, he brought the fork to his mouth and began to go to work at eating. To his surprise, he didn't feel like gagging or running to the bathroom. In fact…it was delicious. Some heavenly dessert fairly had entered this cake and made it…just perfect. Before he even knew it, his slice was gone. His stomach growled in protest, wanting more.

"Ryuuzaki, is there any more-"

Looking up, he found his answer. A chocolate-faced L stared back at him, smiling to himself. He usually wasn't one to make messes with his food, but he clearly went to town on that cake…and left no more for Light. Would now be a good moment to break down and cry for once?

"Ah, it seems that I won this round, Light-kun. And, let me tell you, victory is indeed very sweet."

Light stood from his seat, bringing his table napkin along with him. The smile from L's face dissipated slightly as his body became rigid, wary of an attack from Light. If that man was still sore about what happened the previous day, then he had something to worry about. Light's hand reached out and –

…wiped the chocolate off of L's face.

"You're a mess, you know."