Who: L and Light Where: Emptiness- an abandoned, old American west style saloon. There are hitching posts out front, a mechanical piano inside that plays ragtime, a cabaret stage, poker tables, a bar, the works. When: Day after Question Day Rating: PG-13 at present; subject to change, though we have agreed that no FUBAR content will occur! Breathe a sigh of relief, ya'll. It should be as traumatizing as "Cat Ballou" and "Oklahoma" put together. But... Warnings: ...someone gets shot in the head. Summary: Disregarding Metatron's plea to postpone confrontations, L meets Light in Emptiness. What follows is a tense, charged affair that one of them might not walk away from. So, pard'ners, place your bets. Will L or Light win this one?
L cradled the pistol, freshly cleaned and loaded, in the crook of his arm like an infant. He hated the touch of metal on his skin, but the sleek, shining shaft had caught his eye in a gunshop near this saloon, and he'd picked it up as an added precaution against Light. He had the bullet proof vest and tracking signal device he'd pushed so hard for, but having a long-range weapon gave him the confidence and strength he needed in order to feel prepared.
Glancing around the dusty old saloon, L decided to conceal himself behind the piano. Curling his body and nestling near the pedals under the keyboard, L waited, listening to the sound of his own heartbeat.
He thought about death... and how difficult it had been last time. At least he knew what to expect, should it come to that.
But something else was on his mind.... Blythe's face. Her hair. Her milky, white eyes, the way her dress clung to her body in all the right ways. Like hell, he'd die while someone like her lived, and was available to be loved by another!