Sutairu grabbed Light by the forearm, and began pulling him towards a room at the other end of the studio. When they reached the room, Sutairu pushed Light in, and said,
"Your outfit is inside, Hurry up, the photographer is getting paid by the hour."
Light turned around. A pinstriped suit with a slim yellow tie was hung up on the wall. A pair of black slacks was hung up to next to it.
The suit didn't look all that fierce, until closer examination revealed that the stripes were actually the word fierce written over and over again.
Light rolled his eyes. What kind of self-respecting person would wear this? There's-
Light's thoughts were interrupted by a loud clattering overhead. He looked up, and saw that the light was shaking violently. It fell to the floor with a loud crash.
"Ahh! That was loud. Somebody could've heard that." said a surprisingly familiar voice from the ceiling. The voice was followed up by a head, poking through the hole that had been created by the absent light.
"Matsuda?" Light asked, still staring at the ceiling.
"Shhh! This is a stealth mission. No noise." Matsuda was wearing a black beanie, and had black paint under his eyes.
"Matsuda, what are you doing?"
Matsuda looked suspiciously around the room, then answered, "I'm busting you outta here."
"I'm not in jail. I can leave whenever I want." Light lied.
"That's what they all say." And with that, Matsuda disappeared into the ceiling.
Several minutes later, Light emerged wearing his Fierce suit.
"Oh, don't you just look fabulicious," Sutairu squealed, looking Light over as he did so.
Light would have replied, but the suit was extremely form fitting, and he was having trouble breathing.
Sutairu pulled Light towards a large leather armchair, surrounded by lights, fans, and other equipment.
"Okay. Sit down, and look fierce."
Light sat down, and tried to look fierce.
"You don't look very fierce." Sutairu said, crossing his arms.
Light opened his mouth to, "Hey! You're the one who dragged me into this, so why don't go find someone who looks fiercer," but he didn't. He didn't because he saw Matsuda, climbing across the ceiling with suction cups duct taped to his hands and feet.
Light changed position.
"Oh! That is perfect. That is fierce." Sutairu signaled to the photographer, and he began clicking away.
Meanwhile, Matsuda slowly made his way across the ceiling towards them.
As Sutairu ooh'ed and ah'ed, Light considered his options. He could let Matsuda try and rescue him, which probably wouldn't work. He could make a run for it, which probably wouldn't work. Maybe...
Matsuda peeled off the tape connecting his hands to the suction cups. He swung precariously towards the floor, then steadied himself. He appeared to be standing on the ceiling.
Next, he took off his beanie, reached inside, and pulled out a dart and a small tube. He placed his beanie back on his head.
Sutairu and the cameraman had their backs to Matsuda, which was good. Because, had they been facing the other way, they would have seen Matsuda slip he dart into the tube, and put it to his mouth.
Matsuda, you idiot! Light thought, You have one dart, and there are two of them. If you hit one, the other one will turn around and call the cops!
Matsuda's cheeks ballooned as he fired the dart. It went about two feet, then fell to the floor with a small clatter.
The camera's clicking muffled the sound, but by the way Matsuda was wincing, you'd think he had dropped a cymbal. Carefully, Matsuda swung back up to the ceiling, being careful to grab the suction cups before he fell back down. Matsuda re-taped them to his hands, and began to creep away.
Several minutes later, a girl came into the studio. Her pigtailed hair was dyed blond, and she had a bright pink shirt on. Giggling, she ran all the way over to Light.
Her voice was unusually high-pitched. "Oh, Light! Can I have your autograph?"
"Matsuda?" hissed Light.
The girl winked.
Sutairu ran over, "What do you think you're doing? Can't wait outside the building like a normal fan- girl?"
This, apparently, offended the girl greatly. "I'm just getting an autograph. SHEESH."
"You have until the count of three, then I call security. Three. SECURITY!!!"
Ten armed guards burst in through the door, bee-lining for Matsuda. He made a break for the dressing room, but was quickly caught and tackled by the guards.
"Get your hands off me you freaks! This is no way to treat a lady!" Matsuda yelled, as the security guards dragged him away.
Sutairu tisked loudly. "Fan-girls."
Ten minutes passed without a single rescue attempt by Matsuda. By this time, Light had switched from his Fierce suit to a Fierce t-shirt and jeans.
Ten mote minutes passed, and Light had given up hope. He realized that he would be stuck modeling forever, and there was nothing he could do about it. Such a waste of potential. He could've been a doctor, o a firefighter, or maybe even the god of the new world.
That's when something totally unexpected happened. Something that nobody saw coming. Not even Light.
A man burst into the studio. The man was wearing a large, fur-hooded coat, and a huge crucifix hung around his neck. his hair was that of a little Dutch girls, but his face was that of someone who had seen many psychiatrists. He held a bar of chocolate in his teeth, because his hands were full. Of guns.
In his left and right hands he held the two biggest guns Light had ever seen.
"I HATE THE WORLD OF FASHION!" The man yelled, as he spun wildly around, guns a' blaze. How he managed to yell while keeping the bar of chocolate in his mouth, Light would never know.
Light made a break for the dressing room, Sutairu screamed hysterically, and the cameraman tried to hide behind some equipment.
"I HATE MODELS!" Mello ( Light would come to know him by this name later) screamed, turning his fire on Light.
The tile floor around Light exploded, spraying him with fine particles of shrapnel. He flung open the door to the dressing room, and dived inside.
Light landed on the floor with a thud. He swiveled around, and saw the door being blown apart, pieces of wood flying everywhere.
A stray piece of wood, roughly the size of a crumb, wound up directly lodged in Light's left eye.
"Ow!" Light exclaimed, bending over in pain. The might wielder of the Death Note, defeated by a tiny splinter.
Suddenly, the gun-fire ceased. Light crept over to the door, and looked through one of the bullet holes with his good eye. Just as soon as he had, a large window on the other side of the studio shattered, and three figures in dark suits and sunglasses jumped in. Light quickly identified them as Aizawa, Mogi, and his Dad.
Light quickly surveyed the situation. The Dutch girl clearly had superior firepower (as it did not appear as though the Investigation Team was armed), but she was outnumbered. Also, besides the window, she held the only two escape routes.
Light was correct, except for the firepower part.
Mogi reached into his sit, and pulled out two 600 Nitro Express Magnum Pistols. Soichiro drew duel U.Z.I sub-machine guns, and Aizawa topped of f the impressive display with an M-16 machine gun.
After a brief stare-down, the studio erupted into gunfire. Mello dived behind some racks of clothes, and the Investigation Team ducked behind some photography gear.
The two sides were in a dead lock, until Mello stopped to re-load. Aizawa took advantage of the moment to break cover. He dived, somersaulted, and broke into a sprint for the clothing racks.
He fired blindly, waving his guns back and forth, shredding varied articles of clothing. Mello, not done re-loading his massive guns, saw Aizawa, and threw them aside. He reached into his coat, and pulled out two pistols. Each one had a red skull on the side. Mello had painted them personally.
Wow, Light thought, He still has the chocolate in his mouth.
Aizawa was now ten feet away, and coming in fast.
Mello took evasive maneuvers. He turned around, and charged towards the wall.
Having reached the clothing racks, Aizawa through them aside, closing on Mello.
When Mello was about a foot away from the wall, he jumped. He contorted his body in mid-air, so that he was at a ninety degree angle with the wall. Still moving upwards, he kicked out a leg, slamming it against the wall. He proceeded to kick out his other leg while simultaneously pulling upward, propelling himself up the wall. Newton's law of gravity had a few things to say about this, but Mello wasn't listening.
A trail of bullet holes followed Mello up the wall, as Aizawa tried to get a shot in.
Mello kicked off the wall with both legs, which sent him over Aizawa's head, and onto the floor behind him. One of his eyes narrowed, and his face twisted into a psychotic sneer. He trained both pistols on Aizawa's back
"Yaaaaah!!" Matsuda burst out of nowhere, tackling Mello. Mello slammed into Aizawa, and all three went tumbling through the open door, and down the stairs Soichiro and Mogi were right behind them.
Light cracked open the door to the dressing room. He could only think of one possible explanation for what had happened. L had sent this psycho as a test, to see what Light would do.
Light ran towards the elevator. There was no way that Kira would follow the Investigation Team into danger.
The annoying bubble gum pop elevator music began to play, and it certainly did not fit the mood of the situation.
Light managed to get the splinter out his eye just before he reached the first floor, which announced itself with a happy ding!
Light almost preferred bubble gum pop to the deafening gun-fire that replaced it. The Investigation Team was crouching below window level, firing at Mello, who was hiding behind a parked car on the other side of the street.
Light army crawled over to his Dad. "Dad! What's going on?""
The Police Chief slipped another clip of ammo into his U.Z.I. "Matsuda called, he said you had been taken hostage." Soichiro turned to Aizawa. "Now."
Aizawa reached into his pocket, pulled out a small black sphere, and lobbed it through the shattered window. It bounced twice, then exploded, pouring thick grey smoke into the air. Soon, they couldn't even see across the street.
Soichiro jumped over the windowsill, and was immediately consumed by the smoke. The other members of the Investigation Team followed suit, as did Light
When they emerged from the smoke, Soichiro signaled to the door of the building in front of them. They crept stealthily inside.
The building was really a small shop, decked from head to toe in small, delicate glass bottles. In the middle of the shop there were two island-counters, which held small, delicate glass bottle displays.
Matsuda reached out to touch one of the bottles, but Soichiro slapped his hand away.
"YAAAAAAHH!" Mello burst out from a door at the back of the shop. "HEE HEE!"
The Investigation Team scattered as Mello fired several shots. Each bullet connected with at least ten bottles, which exploded in a spectacular display of brightly colored liquid.
Suddenly, the shop started to smell very fragrant, and Light realized exactly where they were. A perfume shop.
When the Investigation team returned fire, destroying even more bottles, the smell became intense. So intense, that Matsuda passed out, and Mogi had to drag his body onto the sidewalk.
The smell seemed to enrage Mello, who jumped onto an island, and spun around in circles firing his pistols yelling, "Die perfume, DIE!"
This would have been a perfect time for the Investigation Team to shoot him, but they were all choking on the fatal fumes.
Light decided to take action. He pulled Aizawa's machine gun out of his hands, and pointed it at Mello. His finger was closing around the trigger, when he slipped on a puddle of perfume, landing on his back with a loud THUD. He finished pulling the trigger, and began obliterating the ceiling.
But, before things could get any more chaotic, an unearthly shriek rang our through the shop. It pierced eardrums, cracked glass, and ceased all other sound and movement in the shop.
Sutairu smiled. "Much better." he looked at Light, "Your fired." he looked at Mello, "And you... you're perfect."
Mello took a bite out of his chocolate bar. "So?"
"Perfect for the position of poster-boy for my new brand, Rage."
Mello stepped down from the island. "Rage... I like the sound of that."
The two walked out of the shop together, talking about black leather, salaries, and other modeling things. Mello looked altogether happier than Light had.
Mogi cleared his throat, then said, "And that is why he's number two."
Author's Note: The end. Sorry that updates were slow, but I hope that you still enjoyed this three-shot. Oh, and if you really really liked this, I will be writing another Death Note three-shot soon, called Death and the Dinner Party.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, or any Death Note characters.