Ah, now L gets a taste of his own medicine. As always, I've been loving the reviews for this fic. They keep me motivated to keep on chugging. Because, let me tell you, motivation is necessary for prompt lists such as these. Though I have to say this: tomorrow's will be intense. I got really into the 7th day. You'll see what I mean if you stick around. :)

Oh! Before I forget, some days (though not very often) will have a second holiday. In fact, one has more than two. I'm going off of a specific calendar that I found. In short, they just add more interesting variables that spice up the prompt.

I don't own Death Note

December 6
Gazpacho Day and Mitten Tree Day

L's nose wrinkled in disgust at the bowl before him. Its vile aroma snaked up into his nose and it smelled absolutely horrid. This soup, if you could call it that, looked like something he would find in the toilet after he'd eaten far too many orange cupcakes and rice pudding. It wasn't even warm, like a soup should be. He detested tomatoes enough, but to drink them liquefied and freezing? Maybe if he feigned an illness, he'd be excused from tasting it. Or perhaps he'd bring up his "secret tomato allergy?" L continued to stare blankly into the unchanging gazpacho soup, desperately searching for any loophole, any at all, to get him out of having to consume the putrid goo before him. Oh, Light would eat the soup. And, he'd do it just to show him up, to challenge him. At that point, there would be no escape possible unless –

"Ryuuzaki?"

L blinked a few times. Was he being spoken to?

"Ryuuzaki, I don't think staring at the soup will make it go away." He could just hear the smug look in Light's voice.

Finally, he turned his gaze to the younger man. "It's vile."

Light began toying with his spoon, watching the detective in amusement. "That's simply your opinion. A very invalid one at that, seeing as though you haven't even tried it yet."

"No, it's the truth. It's positively sickening."

Light rolled his eyes. "Do elaborate."

With the bowl pushed far away from his body, L replied, "Well, truth is relative, as is rationality and knowledge. It could very well be a true concept to me, but not necessarily to you. Or, my cultural upbringing may have been greatly opposed to this goo, and there it was universally known as nasty. But really, you can think that the soup is of culinary value. That is a truth to you, and a valid one. I think it came out of a horse's posterior, on the other hand. An equally valid truth. In short, though, the choice between competing theories is arbitrary, since there is no such thing as objective truth."

"…I shouldn't have asked." Where the hell did that come from?

"Do I still have to eat this soup?"

"Yes."

"But –"

A frown came upon Light's face and his arms moved to cross his chest. "Look, I have an idea. You want to proceed to holiday number two of today, correct?"

"Yes…" He eyed him with suspicion.

"Then we'll get this over as quickly and painlessly as possible. However, I need your cooperation. Will you cooperate, Ryuuzaki?"

"Are we still talking about soup?"

Light buried his face in his hands. He really wanted to wring that detective's neck right about now. "Yes. We are still talking about soup, you creep."

"Just checking, Light-kun." He yawned, his head resting on his knees.

"As I was saying…all we have to do is consume one spoonful at the same time. That includes swallowing it, too. If you honestly can't stomach that little of this, feel free to go to the bathroom. I'll let you go." He'd have to follow the detective as he went to hurl into the toilet because of the damned chain, but he would certain take advantage of its full length and stay far, far away.

The enormity of L's grimace was almost comical. "I really have to eat it?" he inquired softly.

Light brought his spoon into the orange liquid at last and lifted it to his lips. He sent a pointed glare to L, who simply narrowed his eyes in response. Very gingerly the detective picked up his own spoon with his pale fingers, dipping it into the gazpacho. A drop or so fell back down and he watched each, as if trying to prolong the moment he had been dreading all day. Light rapped his fingers on the wooden table. Drawing in a breath, he finally brought it to his pursed lips.

"Good. Now, I'll count it down. Three…"

L hesitantly took a sniff of what he'd force down his gullet. It made him gag slightly.

"Two…"

Oh dear lord…he was about to eat it. This putrid vomit, this liquefied garbage, this horrid orange slime…

"One..."

L locked eyes with Light the moment the time ran out, searching for any sign that it was all a sham. But sure enough, he still held that determined gaze and he began to open his mouth to allow the tomato soup entrance. Swallowing hard, L began to do the same. Though…there was no chance that he'd lose to the young college student. He, the world's most renowned detective, would not be bested by such. Finally gathering his nerve, he consumed the spoonful before Light Yagami even got the chance. The whole scene happened in a mere second, a slight smirk pulling at L's lips. And then…he dropped his spoon as his eyes turned wide.

Paler than ever, L plopped down beside the tree in the sitting room. His stomach still churned and he had absolutely no inclination to be moving at any point. He needed something to settle himself, like maybe a nice cup of mint tea with, say…twelve sugar cubes. That sounded about right. Sadly, his stomach rolled in protest once more. Oh, how he hated Light. So, so very much…

Light finally made his way over, taking a look at the tree before addressing L. "You, of all people, would be stuck in the bathroom for that long after eating one spoonful of gazpacho."

L didn't bother to look at him. He mumbled back, "Let's move on, before I become business partners with Kira. Oh wait, that's –"

"I get the idea already. And again, I'm not Kira." Light had, in fact, not quite enjoyed the soup either. However, his stomach hadn't reacted nearly as violently as the detective's had. It was as if the man had morning sickness. Over on a couch sat several boxes, filled with various different mitten ornaments. Beside it was a box containing an impossible amount of candy. The gist of the second holiday they had to perform on the sixth involved decorating a Christmas tree with mittens (or so they'd assumed). L, thinking the mittens could serve a higher purpose, thought it would be suiting to fill them with sweets.

He sat down upon the ground opposite to the ill-looking man, setting the boxes between them. The detective's eyes seemed to brighten considerably at the sight of the candy.

They wordlessly set to work on their task, putting several pieces of sweets into each little mitten and setting it off to the side. L's were absolutely jam-packed, though, and Light doubted they'd stay hung on the branches of the tree at all. He'd always seem to favor the peppermints, chocolate Santas, and butterscotch pieces, never really going for anything else. Light didn't care all that much what he picked, but the detective's lips would always twitch downward just slightly and for a mere fraction of a second when he'd snatch up one of those specific candies before he got the chance. Therefore, he soon made a point to go for those ones specifically.

"Ryuuzaki, you're eating more candy than you put in the mittens."

"Well, your mother's a hamster."

"What?"