If there was anything that I learned this week, it was that you simply don't underestimate pillow pets. And, that December is filled with food-related holidays. I apologize if it's torturous. XD Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Your feedback makes me smile lots.

I don't own Death Note.

December 16
Chocolate Covered Anything Day

It was another one of those rare, peaceful mornings. Light managed to get quite a bit of sleep but he still couldn't bring himself to get out of bed. L had clearly not skimped out when it came to the mattress on the bed because it felt like he was lounging on a cloud. He pulled some more blankets around his body, his mind not quite registering the fact that he hadn't been robbed of his sleep by L's all-night laptop use or his insistence to start each holiday at the crack of dawn. The sheer comfort and warm he was relishing in made his mind fuzzy. So much so that he didn't really notice the aroma that hung heavily in the room.

He was so deep in this half-slumber, half-consciousness that he paid little mind to the addition of more weight onto the bed. Nothing was more precious than his beauty rest. Any sound that could have reached his ears didn't. Light then felt something oddly warm on his face. Initially, it did feel very pleasant. His mind drifted to hot, relaxing jacuzzis. That is, until the said source of warmth started to run down his face to his chin…

Light's eyes snapped open, immediately catching sight of L sitting but a foot or so away. He held an odd sort of container with a spoon inside. The contents were indiscernible. His brain wasn't quite up and running one-hundred percent, but he brought a hand to the warm area…and met something a bit sticky. With the magnitude of rage only found in non-morning folk or women on their menstrual cycle, he opened his mouth to shout and –

L beat him to the punch. "Look at your hand."

Still sneering, the younger man reluctantly did so. There on his fingers was a brown goo, but it had such a fine texture. So there was no way that it could be that…

"It's merely chocolate." The detective seemed relatively calm, despite the fact that Light had nearly jumped him and tried to rip him limb from limb. Or, at least, that's what he had planned on doing. L raised an eyebrow. "What exactly did you think it was?"

Frowning, Light hesitantly brought his fingers up to his nose to verify what the raven-haired man had claimed it was. Sure enough, it smelled positively sweet and cocoa-y. It still didn't change the fact that he was displeased. He may have thoroughly enjoyed one chocolate cake in his entire life, but that was where he drew the line. He tried to reach for the box of tissues on his side of the bed to wipe the vile substance off of his hands and face, but his arm was grabbed almost instantly.

"What are you doing, Ryuuzaki?" Light mumbled, having not quite mastered the use of his voice yet.

"You are about to waste perfectly good chocolate, Light-kun. I dare say that is a crime."

"I beg to differ."

"It is in Singapore."

"What?"

"It's true."

"You just made that up."

"I did not."

"Yes, you did!"

"If that's what you need to believe…"

Still thoroughly cranky, Light's attention finally focused back to his trapped appendage. "When do you plan on letting me go, exactly?"

"Exactly is very exact."

Glare.

"Well, when you put it that way…as soon as Light-kun is cleaned of the chocolate. I, however, insist on assisting you."

Light looked at him quite strangely. "And you plan on doing this how…?" The goo felt like it was slowly solidifying. Damn. Was it in his hair? He shuddered at the thought.

Wordlessly L brought the younger man's chocolate-covered hand up to his mouth. Light's body immediately stiffened as the detective began "cleaning" him of the chocolate…with his tongue. He couldn't rightly place the emotion, but the continuation of rage sounded fairly accurate. His mind, however, seemed to be put on pause. His muscles weren't receiving any messages to move, to draw away from the eccentric man before him. Goosebumps began to rise on his body from the utterly foreign sensation. After all, it wasn't exactly every day someone insisted on licking his fingers. A short tremor returned his senses and he quickly pulled back his hand. L looked to him, rather confused.

Light slid off of the bed, and replied in a voice much weaker than he had intended, "I'm going to finish cleaning myself…"

L looked down at the remaining melted chocolate in his container. He brought the spoon back up to his lips, eating a small bit of the goo. The detective frowned slightly. It didn't taste quite as good, strangely enough.

Mildly traumatized, Light had somehow managed to dress and groom himself for the day. He meandered over to the living room where the television was located, L in tow. He couldn't quite bring himself to look at the man, currently. Grabbing the remote control, Light flipped on the TV. Children's shows were the first to appear on screen, so he began to flip through the channels rapidly. Boxing. Golf. Game shows. All equally boring. Holiday or not, he'd rather watch some mind-numbing television than cover more…things with chocolate.

L ate away at a slice of strawberry cake, seemingly uninterested in Light or the shows that were on. They both sat at opposite ends of the couch. The detective didn't even appear to glance over.

Still surfing the channels, a ring suddenly pierced the air. L swiftly pulled a cell phone from his loose jeans pocket, opening it and bringing it to his ear. Light didn't turn his head, but listened in carefully. Gardening tips. History of the Han and Wei dynasties. More cartoons.

"Hello, Yagami-san. Have you been enjoying yourself?" There was a pause as he listened. L spoke again, annoyance showing through his voice, "You are aware that you're strictly forbidden to work on the Kira investigation at this time? ...Oh?"

With lightning-fast speed, L snatched the remote from Light's grasp and punched in a few numbers in rapid succession. He could only watch as the channel switched to Sakura TV, the infamous station that adored the infamous serial killer. Light put on a face of confusion.

"What's going on? What did my father say about Sakura TV?"

"Be quiet and pay attention," L replied softly.

Seconds letter large, delicate script appeared on a sparkling background. Kira was going to make another announcement to the world. Light narrowed his eyes but waited eagerly for the audio to begin. The television station had followed orders to the T.

The garbled voice of the killer soon began, "Good morning. You should be receiving this message at exactly ten-thirty AM on December the sixteenth. I wish to address the people of the world to enlighten them on several things. I'm certain you have noticed the sharp decline in my punishments of the wicked. Not one criminal has been killed since November the twenty-seventh, eight-thirty PM. This can be verified by police records. For, I have offered the world the only gift I can offer that would be worthwhile: your lives. Purge yourselves of your sins and wrong-doings this winter season, and I may not remember your crimes on the first of the new year. You have been warned."

Misa had done well.

L quickly turned off the television, some of the light in the room leaving along with it. He stared at the piece of cake upon his lap.

For whatever reason, Light didn't feel all that pleased.