Very interesting interpretations from the previous chapter. Thanks for your feedback! The 10th was one of my most favorite ones to do because of the significance of that particular moment. So, it makes me ultra happy that it was liked so much by others! :D Want more moments like those? Then stick around. :) More focus on L this time. Now that I think about it, if there's ever something that I found myself listening to while writing a particular prompt I'll share it at the beginning. It's not totally necessary to look it up, but it might be something some would like to do. But as always, tell me what you think.

This time around, it was Lullaby For My Favorite Insomniac by Ahn Trio. A nice sleepy-time song. :)

I don't own Death Note.

December 11
Noodle Ring Day

It was precisely 12:14 AM on December 11. While Light slept soundly and had the sheets wrapped around his body, L crouched down and was stretching to reach a small box from under the bed. Even in the dark he could see the faint outline of the object and his fingers were just millimeters away. He couldn't quite remember how the thing had managed to get set directly in between the two sides of the bed and this fact was greatly irking him. Biting his lower lip, he tried to lodge just a little bit more of his arm and shoulder under the low bed. The tips of his fingers ghosted an edge. Ha! He had it. Hastily he pulled the small box from its hiding spot.

He sighed, resting his forehead against the side of the bed. He'd spent far too long on retrieving a box of elbow macaroni noodles. Light shifted in the bed, rolling to his other side. L remained still for three minutes to assure himself that the other man was still absolutely unconscious. He would have to work very efficiently and with extreme silence.

Slowly, L peered over the top of the bed. Light's sleeping face was directed toward him now. His hair, always perfectly in place during the day, was now strewn messily about. Though even with the bed-head it still seemed immaculate. How was that? Moreover, he actually appeared at peace, to a degree. Had he ever seen the young man without a frown or his eyebrows together in frustration or annoyance? Yes, Light was a completely different person when he slept. A shame he couldn't be pleasant during the daytime…

It was his one of his nightly frustrations. Light did have a brilliant mind, but most of his waking hours he preferred to be, for lack of a better term, a complete and utter ass. When he did get to actually poke at his intellect, it was only by means of insult or pestering. But now before him was a perfectly calm and friendly looking Light without a care in the world. Now, how to combine the two and remove the less than favorable characteristics…

Which was, ultimately, impossible. Grabbing an item from his own nightstand, L crept over to Light's side of the bed. Once close to the man's form, he could immediately smell the shampoo from his shower prior to his going to bed. The man showered at least twice a day, which seemed entirely unnecessary to L…though it did mean he always smelled pleasant, and L definitely could not tolerate stench. He felt tempted to see if all that shampoo made his hair exceptionally soft, but it couldn't be risked at this point. Light was not a heavy sleeper from what he'd observed in the time they'd had the chain connecting them.

Without making a sound L opened the top of the box and took out two macaroni noodles. Together they could perfectly fit around a single finger, though not a terribly thick one. From his nightstand he had brought a bottle of glue. He couldn't properly read the label in the dark but he could locate the tip and remove it for use. Next would be the difficult part: retrieving one of Light's hands. If he made the slightest mistake, Light would awaken and be on alert for the rest of the night, thus making a second attempt impossible. Doing his best to calm his chronically somewhat-shaky hands, he reached out for an arm that poked out from under the sheets. Light didn't stir as L brought it over to where he stood on the other side. Phase one, completed.

He then coated one of Light's inner fingers with glue where the noodles would be placed. Still no sign of consciousness. Taking in another breath to keep his focus, L placed the two noodles on either side of the digit, forming a "ring." For safe measure, he coated the actual noodles with glue as well. Finally, to allow the hand-made jewelry to dry, he had Light's hand dangle over the side of the bed. All of this happened in less than one minute.

L sat back down on the ground and let out the breath he was holding. He looked at the box and glue still in his hands. Taking out his cell phone from his pocket, he decided to use its light to read the writing on the two objects better. The noodles were perfectly average, the generic kind you'd get at a grocery store. The glue…

Oh, shit. The glue.

It wasn't the kind of glue you'd use for arts and crafts projects. Heavens, no. For whatever reason, L had apparently been holding extra strength, waterproof, industrial glue in his nightstand drawer. Fearing for his life a bit more, he carefully placed the bottle of glue under the bed. He'd find some string later and make his own ring with that.

Roughly eight hours later at 8:30 AM, Light Yagami would wake-up. He'd found L sitting against the wall on his side of the bed, going at his Tetris game once more. Thinking he was too absorbed in the game, Light reached for the brush on his nightstand and began to start taming the mess of hair he had on his head.

"Good morning, Light-kun," came the monotone voice of L.

Oh, well. It seemed he was paying attention to everything…as always. "Good morning," Light replied, his voice weighed down a bit with tiredness. He continued attending to his hair, pulling out the occasional knot or two.

The detective said nothing more, however. Light frowned at this discovery. Usually, the first thing he'd do was announce the day's holiday and tell him their plan of action, which he typically had no input in. Had he already done something…? Curious, Light dragged himself out of bed to walk to the calendar on the wall.

"Noodle Ring Day…?" he said to himself quietly. Did that mean…

Wordlessly he looked down at his hands…and sure enough, on his left ring finger there was indeed a ring. A ring made of macaroni noodles and glue. L watched the man with a growing sense of anxiety out of the corner of his eyes, though appeared to still merely be playing Tetris. Any minute now….

Sighing, Light started toward the bathroom for his morning shower. L moved to sit at the other side of the room to allow enough chain for the younger man to do so, still watching his actions with the utmost scrutiny. Where was the cursing, the shouts? It was outright unnerving.

Just as Light was about to close the door and begin his daily ritual, he paused and turned to face the detective. L hid his apprehension.

"Ryuuzaki, would it be possible for me to remove the 'ring' while in the shower?" Was there…not any malice in his voice?

He shifted his feet before replying. "I'm afraid not… I used the wrong glue."

There was a brief pause. L was ready to react to the situation. His phone would be left on the floor and he could defend himself from the inevitable onslaught. But –

Nothing happened of that sort.

"Oh. Never mind, then."

And then the door closed behind him. L could only gape at what had transpired…or rather, what hadn't. For the rest of the day, he went about his business unscathed.

What was the world coming to?