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soul_logs2013-03-05 12:17 pm
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[Closed] We Are Made From Broken Parts
Characters: L and Sheena and Yamazaki
Location: Casualty Communal
Rating: PG-13 for violence and swearing, probably.
Time: 8 May, evening
Description: Light has some inconvenient hallmates. And those inconvenient hallmates have inconvenient building mates. Both of them think that they can teach L about the power of FRIENDSHIP with their fists. Because they care. And both are a good reason for Light to move, because this doesn't translate well to ruthless genius logic.
It had only been a week since Vegas, but after his falling-out with Bakura, L had sought to fill the void with another person and another place. It almost scared him, how easily he had slipped into it with his enemy. He didn't believe anyone was wise to it; perhaps his successors suspected, and Gamzee followed him often enough to guess, but otherwise, it was a seamless routine by now: L entered through the fire escape. From there, it was a token conversation, frequently blossoming into heated arguments that turned into sniping comments, physical slaps and pinches, and Light would seize him by the shirt and then it would be floor, and skin, and teeth, and breathless pursuit, followed by wordless cleanup and a stiff parting, one smug and one bitter, depending on who had been the victor that evening.
Tonight, L was already exhausted from his shifts at the Watch, increased lately to accommodate the city's state of upheaval and disarray, so he had been relatively easy to overpower. It turned out that a diet of straight sugar and caffeine, coupled with jittery sleep deprivation, were not ideal for increasing strength and stamina. So, he left Light's apartment that night bitter, disheveled and smelling more like his rival than himself, ears ringing dully as he closed the door behind him and started to head toward the staircase at the end of the hall.
Location: Casualty Communal
Rating: PG-13 for violence and swearing, probably.
Time: 8 May, evening
Description: Light has some inconvenient hallmates. And those inconvenient hallmates have inconvenient building mates. Both of them think that they can teach L about the power of FRIENDSHIP with their fists. Because they care. And both are a good reason for Light to move, because this doesn't translate well to ruthless genius logic.
It had only been a week since Vegas, but after his falling-out with Bakura, L had sought to fill the void with another person and another place. It almost scared him, how easily he had slipped into it with his enemy. He didn't believe anyone was wise to it; perhaps his successors suspected, and Gamzee followed him often enough to guess, but otherwise, it was a seamless routine by now: L entered through the fire escape. From there, it was a token conversation, frequently blossoming into heated arguments that turned into sniping comments, physical slaps and pinches, and Light would seize him by the shirt and then it would be floor, and skin, and teeth, and breathless pursuit, followed by wordless cleanup and a stiff parting, one smug and one bitter, depending on who had been the victor that evening.
Tonight, L was already exhausted from his shifts at the Watch, increased lately to accommodate the city's state of upheaval and disarray, so he had been relatively easy to overpower. It turned out that a diet of straight sugar and caffeine, coupled with jittery sleep deprivation, were not ideal for increasing strength and stamina. So, he left Light's apartment that night bitter, disheveled and smelling more like his rival than himself, ears ringing dully as he closed the door behind him and started to head toward the staircase at the end of the hall.