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[sweetenedlogic]

Who: L Lawliet sweetenedlogic & Light Yagami xanatospileup 
When: After this transmission.
Where: Light's pad, Outlander Community Block.
Format: Paragraph.
What: L has arrived and demanded Light's address. Having acquired it, he then goes to meet him.
Warnings: Hoo, crikey. Um, probably violence and anything that goes with it. I'll put a rating on as the log progresses!

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[sweetenedlogic]

Having approached the Outlander Community Block with an impassive glance at the surroundings, he ignored those that whispered about the scuffed and dirty-footed man shuffling his way through the corridors all the way up to the specified apartment. He stood outside, allowing a moment to debate the point - it could be a fake address, captors or killers could be waiting inside for him - but he found he just didn't care enough not to raise his fist and knock hard, thrice. His muscles were aching and sore, especially around the chest area where his heart-attack had wrenched the life out of him, breathless and pained beyond anything he had ever experienced, but it all served as a bolstering foothold for the determination infusing his rage.

How dare you, howdareyou ...He wanted to break the door in, kick it and splinter the locks, but that wouldn't do at all, he had to conserve his energy for his meeting with Light. The second the door swung inwards and he laid eyes on him, L's fury at being defeated panned out into deafening silence in his

[sweetenedlogic]

"Don't," he spat tightly, "issue me with orders."

The door slammed as L entered, letting Light stare at him as much as he wanted; his eye was on the locks, sliding what he could into place before returning his attention. Hunkered, he followed Light further into the room, sparing a glance for the destruction with an indulgent quirk at the edge of thin lips.

In a far softer tone, he amended, "Bad day? I know what they feel like."

He had too many options, all of them keening to cause as much pain as possible. He was L, he reminded himself, and wouldn't go to pieces over a criminal, even one that had slain him in the safety of his own offices, a liar and a cheat, You used the shinigami, I know you did, you must have, I hate you for beating me. There was no end to the foul anger brewing inside, pin-pointing the ghostly ache in his chest.

"I'd say you're full of surprises, but we'd both be kidding ourselves, wouldn't we? Kira." It felt satisfying to say the name directly and not to have to tack on if you are. Knowing for certain was a