A/N: Well, um... I really have no explanation for starting this little collection of one-shots, except I find those little holidays that not many people really even acknowlage at all that somehow pop up in pop-culture from time to time extremely amusing... and somehow this just... I dunno. I heard about this one at school, so yeah... these will be *very* short just FYI. These really *should* go in Much Ado about Somethings, but for one reason or another that collection has been irking me lately... and I have plans to keep this one going so... yeah. :P But don't expect consistently either...

Disclaimer: I know it's REALLY hard to believe, but I do *not* own Death Note. Please don't cry, I really didn't want to ruin the spirit of it for you, but you were getting to the age where you were going to find out eventually anyway... :'C

Charries: L and Light

L sat down quite happily to eat his cupcake, a genuine little grin on his face. It wasn't often he acted so giddy, but it had been a while since he had a homemade cupcake and he had made this one all by himself.

It was really a great accomplishment for the greatest detective to ever live if he did say so himself.

Eying the perfect OCD-prepared buttermilk icing and beautiful chocolate cake he peeled the paper off of the cupcake, sliding it until it was by its lonesome and ready for eating, sitting nimbly on the palm of his hand. Though it drove him mad and made his mouth water, he sat there for a moment to appreciate the beauty of it, whispering to himself, "Mmm… I do love icing…"

Beside him, Light turned around and, after a glance at the cupcake, then at L's ecstatic face, he said sneakily, "You know… I can think of a whole different kind of icing you enjoy quite a lot too…"

L froze. He eyed the cupcake for a long time, his body ridged and stony; then slowly, very slowly, he sat the treat down and turned to Light. The expression on his face was completely crestfallen as he cried, "WHY, DAMMIT, WHY? You've ruined it! I can't possibly enjoy it now!"

Light only snickered and turned away, returning to his work. In the corner of his eye he watched with a smirk as L mournfully picked up the cupcake and scraped the icing off into the trashcan. He loved the holidays.