[Log Post Dated to: ] Week 8, Day 5

[watashi_wa_eru]

Title: If the owner of the Death Note does not kill with the Death Note within 13 days of the last entry, he or she will die.
Who: L Lawliet

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[killswithapen]

[Light doesn't feel ready. He feels sick; so sick that he doesn't make himself another cup of tea, and only pours for L, setting aside the teapot absently when he's done. This is it. They're going.

And shortly, Iroh will die.

But that's the problem. He knows by L's attitude that something is wrong, that he's falling into a trap, but the exchange for falling into that trap would have been ignoring the thirteen day rule, and when it didn't take effect, Light would be guilty anyway.

Whatever it was, he had to hope that he could argue back against it when the time came, or else what? What would L even do?

The walk to Iroh's is with heavy feet. He lives in Kusasato too, so it isn't too far, and that makes it worse. Light knocks on the door himself, conscious of every second passing.]

[firebendingtea]

[Iroh answered the door, a wide smile on his face.]

Why good afternoon! I wasn't expecting company. Are you boys staying for dinner?

[He was already making stock of his food supplies in case he needed to add two more places. He could do it, easily, and a meal with neighbors would be a nice change from eating alone.]

[watashi_wa_eru]

[ The scent of Jasmine tea wafts throughout the home and out, enveloping L in its gently sweet aroma. He prefers Earl Grey, but this, this brew is master crafted, tickling his senses. L hopes sincerely that Iroh will return tomorrow.

The fact of his skill of curing and brewing tea is enough for L to take Iroh off his expendable list.

L is earnest when he speaks. Even enthusiastic. ]

Hello, Mr. Iroh. I don't believe we have time for dinner; however, a little tea would be appreciated. Mmm. That's Jasmine I smell, isn't it?

[killswithapen]

[Tea. The last thing he wants right now is more tea--he feels like the one cup from home is swishing around in his stomach like a blustery ocean, and he bows quietly for Iroh, leaving L to speak to him.

This is terrible. He was due to die shortly - perhaps he had time to serve tea - and at this rate he and L would be right there when it happened.

It would be rude to speak out now, even if it would be best to try and convince L to leave. It wouldn't ever work anyway. Light stood back, waiting to be invited in.]

I have something prepared already for tonight, but if L wants tea, then he relies on your invitation to it.

[firebendingtea]

It is. It's always good to see a young man who knows his teas. Ah, well certainly. I'll just go get some water and tea. I have a pot on the stove, so it won't take long.

But won't you come in and sit while I get things?

[Iroh stepped back and gestured for L and Light to come in.]

[watashi_wa_eru]

It's our pleasure, Mr. Iroh. [ L over-enunciates the words, following Light into Iroh's home. Curious, spotlit eyes search the room.

L doesn't expect it, the knot of tension when it tightens, one he hadn't been aware of having: a result, most likely, of having condemned the kind tea maker to a Kira death. ]

Thank you, very much.

[ He locates a seat and crouches, waiting for the moment Light has chosen. ]