“This is the third room we’ve been in that’s just a pool in the middle of nowhere!”
“Mm,” L says, unperturbedly. (She is perturbed. L does not like to be in any place without knowing more about the place than it does about her, and she suspects these rooms aren’t on any map. But at least Light’s distress is amusing.) “It’s a good thing I’m barefoot.”
“No it’s not! What if some — bacteria was down there?”
“Your concern is gratifying,” L says, taking another step along the metal railing. “I’m touched, Light-chan. We work so well together.”
“Fuck you,” Light says. She’s skirting around the edges of the pool, because she’s a square. “Look, I’m serious, I don’t want you killed by falling into a pool.”
The railing wobbles. L does not. “If I was going to contract foot disease from bacteria, I would have done so at age five.” And you say that because you want to kill me personally, Kira.
Light makes a disgusted face. “Why did I ask.”
“Only the heavens know,” L says dryly.
She tilts her face up to look at the ceiling. Truthfully, she would rather there were ants or dead flies or some organism here. But it seems there isn’t a single living thing in these rooms other than herself and Light.
Could Light have done this deliberately?
L sneaks another look at her. Light is currently shaking invisible water droplets off her dress shoes with a look as grim as the Reaper.
No, she decides. Light is almost certainly a supernatural serial killer who has a body count of six thousand people and counting, but she was not the reason they ended up here.
“You’re staring at me again,” Light says, without looking up. “Cut it out.”
The railing wobbles again. L decides it’s not worth the risk of using her feet; despite her training they’re still not quite as dexterous as her hands. She flips upside down and starts handstanding her way across instead. “You are a suspect in a murder investigation.”
“You’re still on that,” Light says, exasperated. Her fingers twitch. Her writing hand, L notices. “We caught Higuchi yesterday. Can’t we just agree to be friends?”
“We were always friends,” L says, as she does an elegant flip and lands on the other side of the pool. Ha! L 1, Kira 0. “I’m only stating the facts.”
“Right.” Light looks like she wants to say more, but instead speeds up, shoes squeaking on the tile.
L considers forging into the next room without her, but pauses instead, tapping her fingers on the wall. She knocks on every tile, starting from her feet to as tall as she can reach. They all sound equally solid.
“Nothing?”
L whirls around. There is Light standing right in front of her. L hadn’t even noticed she’d made it across.
She really has to stop letting her guard down, she thinks. She’s gotten soft.
“Nothing,” L says, straightening into her usual hunch.
Light drags a hand across her face. “Damn it.”
It would not be as easy as Light probably thinks it would be to take L in a fight. L hasn’t trained in martial arts for years for nothing. Still, being trapped in an extradimensional space with a miasma of creeping horror exuding from every corner with your worst enemy isn’t pleasant. It would be very easy for Light to drown her right in this room, in fact, and make her own way out of this space to claim that Ryuzaki died trying to get us both out, isn’t it tragic? It’s not like there are any witnesses here.
But it wouldn’t be in keeping with their game. Light has had ample opportunities to poison her and has taken none of them.
Is that it? Is it the Death Note or nothing?
Light’s fingers twitch again. “C’mon, Ryuzaki. Let’s get going.”
FILL: TEAM ACE ATTORNEY
“How are you not more upset,” says Light.
L glances over. “About what?”
“This is the third room we’ve been in that’s just a pool in the middle of nowhere!”
“Mm,” L says, unperturbedly. (She is perturbed. L does not like to be in any place without knowing more about the place than it does about her, and she suspects these rooms aren’t on any map. But at least Light’s distress is amusing.) “It’s a good thing I’m barefoot.”
“No it’s not! What if some — bacteria was down there?”
“Your concern is gratifying,” L says, taking another step along the metal railing. “I’m touched, Light-chan. We work so well together.”
“Fuck you,” Light says. She’s skirting around the edges of the pool, because she’s a square. “Look, I’m serious, I don’t want you killed by falling into a pool.”
The railing wobbles. L does not. “If I was going to contract foot disease from bacteria, I would have done so at age five.” And you say that because you want to kill me personally, Kira.
Light makes a disgusted face. “Why did I ask.”
“Only the heavens know,” L says dryly.
She tilts her face up to look at the ceiling. Truthfully, she would rather there were ants or dead flies or some organism here. But it seems there isn’t a single living thing in these rooms other than herself and Light.
Could Light have done this deliberately?
L sneaks another look at her. Light is currently shaking invisible water droplets off her dress shoes with a look as grim as the Reaper.
No, she decides. Light is almost certainly a supernatural serial killer who has a body count of six thousand people and counting, but she was not the reason they ended up here.
“You’re staring at me again,” Light says, without looking up. “Cut it out.”
The railing wobbles again. L decides it’s not worth the risk of using her feet; despite her training they’re still not quite as dexterous as her hands. She flips upside down and starts handstanding her way across instead. “You are a suspect in a murder investigation.”
“You’re still on that,” Light says, exasperated. Her fingers twitch. Her writing hand, L notices. “We caught Higuchi yesterday. Can’t we just agree to be friends?”
“We were always friends,” L says, as she does an elegant flip and lands on the other side of the pool. Ha! L 1, Kira 0. “I’m only stating the facts.”
“Right.” Light looks like she wants to say more, but instead speeds up, shoes squeaking on the tile.
L considers forging into the next room without her, but pauses instead, tapping her fingers on the wall. She knocks on every tile, starting from her feet to as tall as she can reach. They all sound equally solid.
“Nothing?”
L whirls around. There is Light standing right in front of her. L hadn’t even noticed she’d made it across.
She really has to stop letting her guard down, she thinks. She’s gotten soft.
“Nothing,” L says, straightening into her usual hunch.
Light drags a hand across her face. “Damn it.”
It would not be as easy as Light probably thinks it would be to take L in a fight. L hasn’t trained in martial arts for years for nothing. Still, being trapped in an extradimensional space with a miasma of creeping horror exuding from every corner with your worst enemy isn’t pleasant. It would be very easy for Light to drown her right in this room, in fact, and make her own way out of this space to claim that Ryuzaki died trying to get us both out, isn’t it tragic? It’s not like there are any witnesses here.
But it wouldn’t be in keeping with their game. Light has had ample opportunities to poison her and has taken none of them.
Is that it? Is it the Death Note or nothing?
Light’s fingers twitch again. “C’mon, Ryuzaki. Let’s get going.”
“Let’s,” L agrees.