luke_lawliet (luke_lawliet) wrote in chaosunraveled, @ 2008-05-25 15:40:00 |
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Current mood: | anxious |
Entry tags: | finished thread, l, light, rating: pg-13 |
Rendezvous
Who: Light and L [finished]
Where: The forest near Asgard
When: When L has recovered sufficiently in body and mind, although his judgement, evidently, may still be impaired. Let's hope that Light means what he's been saying about feeling bad.
Rating: PG-13, for possible mentions of prior events and occurrences. Oh, and... recently, a bit of touch-you-touch-me that might not be for everyone.
Warnings: None, as of yet. Possibly some harsh language. And as of now, L is discovering that his impulse control is shot, and mixed with a healthy dose of Stockholm Syndrome.
Summary: L and Light see each other again, perhaps sooner after their last encounter than is advisable. Both are re-thinking their manipulative tactics (in different ways), and one is more than willing to take advantage of the other's post-encounter guilt. It is implied that L has left Asgard without informing anyone, fearing detection and intervention. He plans to either die or return unharmed, so sees no point in worrying anyone.
L leaned heavily against a tree, sighing and running a hand along his bruised jawbone. FUBAR, indeed, although in his book, that could mean "Fucked Up But All Right." He was lucid, and going to take advantage of that clarity to get some things straight with the man who did this to him.
He was not risking being caught off-guard, and had taken precautions to avoid falling unconscious. He knew that taking stimulant drugs was foolish and dangerous, but his accelerated heart and heightened awareness were well worth it. He suspected that his tolerance was so good because Watari had provided him with crack cocaine on occasion, back when difficult cases had demanded inhumanly long hours of concentration and wakefulness, but that was neither here nor there.
Light Yagami was coming. With or without a gun, L believed that he was prepared. He knew Light Yagami, even after what he'd been through, well enough to know that he felt guilty enough to at least provide L with some warning before brandishing a long-range weapon. A steak knife, deftly snatched from Asgard's kitchen, was tied securely to L's thigh, and an ingenious but iffy bomb was ready and waiting, buried just a few feet away from L, to detonate anything nearby if he merely spoke the code, a short but intricate equation of prime numbers, aloud.
He was prepared. Maybe too well... but Light would either behave civilly or go up in a mushroom cloud visible from both Asgard and Niflheim. L couldn't believe that he was pulling such a Mello... using a bomb, for crying out loud... but insanity could drive a person to do strange, strange things.