Two for one.
For maeritrae: Chapter 58 didn't end like that. Death Note AU, in other words.
They had expected L not to come, for his own safety, but he stands next to Light, in an unexpectedly neat suit, his posture the same incoherent corkscrew as always.
"Ryuuzaki," Light says. "If you wish to--"
L's face curves in something resembling a smile. "No," he said. "That is not what...my mentor would have wanted. I will not rest until Kira is brought to justice."
Light swallows. He realizes just how close L is to that point. But he still has a few pawns left in the game, and he is one queen ahead.
He will win, he knows.
It's a matter of time.
And for ryuutchi, Lex being competent and cool. Drabble and a half to make up for being a little on the goofy side.
"Hn." Lex Luthor glares at the article, but it's not enough to change the text. Clark Kent-- or more likely, Lois Lane, encouraging him over his shoulder-- has tweaked the words perfectly, implying no end of horrors while staying clear of any hint of slander.
"You want me to beat him up?" Mercy asks, hope lighting up her face.
"Hardly anything so crude," Lex says, and straightens his tie, his composure back in place. "Let's hit him where it really hurts."
Mercy pushes her hair back from her face and waits expectantly.
Clark stares at the computer screen.
"What's wrong, Smallville?" Lois leans deep into his personal space. "Cattle stocks down?"
"My computer's locked up," he says. "Some kind of weird virus."
Lois leaned over. Clark's face flushed red.
"Virus," she said dubiously. "I see."
Clark put his hands over his face as the flashing banners for Journalism Interns Gone Wild! continued popping up.
"...wait," she said. "Is that Jimmy?"
They had expected L not to come, for his own safety, but he stands next to Light, in an unexpectedly neat suit, his posture the same incoherent corkscrew as always.
"Ryuuzaki," Light says. "If you wish to--"
L's face curves in something resembling a smile. "No," he said. "That is not what...my mentor would have wanted. I will not rest until Kira is brought to justice."
Light swallows. He realizes just how close L is to that point. But he still has a few pawns left in the game, and he is one queen ahead.
He will win, he knows.
It's a matter of time.
And for ryuutchi, Lex being competent and cool. Drabble and a half to make up for being a little on the goofy side.
"Hn." Lex Luthor glares at the article, but it's not enough to change the text. Clark Kent-- or more likely, Lois Lane, encouraging him over his shoulder-- has tweaked the words perfectly, implying no end of horrors while staying clear of any hint of slander.
"You want me to beat him up?" Mercy asks, hope lighting up her face.
"Hardly anything so crude," Lex says, and straightens his tie, his composure back in place. "Let's hit him where it really hurts."
Mercy pushes her hair back from her face and waits expectantly.
Clark stares at the computer screen.
"What's wrong, Smallville?" Lois leans deep into his personal space. "Cattle stocks down?"
"My computer's locked up," he says. "Some kind of weird virus."
Lois leaned over. Clark's face flushed red.
"Virus," she said dubiously. "I see."
Clark put his hands over his face as the flashing banners for Journalism Interns Gone Wild! continued popping up.
"...wait," she said. "Is that Jimmy?"