Fandom: Death Note
Characters: Yagami Light, Touta Matsuda, L
Warnings/Ratings: A bizarre action scene which was parallel action in my head and translated oddly to the page.
In A Nutshell: "Well, no, but considering that I live in Japan, known worldwide for elevated occurrences of mobile flying battle suits, I thought it best to always be prepared."
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note.
"Okay, Matsuda. It doesn't look like anyone's here, so I think we can just break in, get L, assuming that he's here, and get out." Light looked over at Matsuda to be sure he understood the plan, as simplistic as it was.
"I still can't believe she'd-"
"Hey, whether you believe it or not, we have to get in there and save Ryuzaki." He strode out of the bushes heroically, admired by the older man despite the twigs clinging to his coat. They trotted to the door of the warehouse, trying the handle first then resorting to brute force. Neither method having achieved success, Light sat down against the building, trying to piece together a way to reach one of the high windows he recalled from the photograph.
"H-hey. Light, you might want to move."
"I'll move, just let me-"
"No, buildings aren't supposed to do that, you gotta move now." Matsuda pointed in horror to the edifice behind Light. The teen looked back to see his support wall shape-shifting with the other parts of the tin structure to create something that looked unpleasantly reminiscent of a gigantic mecha. He walked to his partner, nearly unfazed.
"I have seen far too many strange things in my lifetime up to this point to even be really bothered by that. Thankfully, I have got a plan for this."
"…There's no way you were expecting this."
"Well, no, but considering that I live in Japan, known worldwide for elevated occurrences of mobile flying battle suits, I thought it best to always be prepared."
"There's no such thing as a zone for-"
"Matsuda-san, we're going to be utilizing a most classic plan. You're the diversion, I'm the destruction." The giant robot had begun flashing its lights, and Light climbed onto its foot, shimmying his way up slowly.
"Wait! How am I supposed to distract it?" Matsuda was unnerved to say the least, coming to the realization that he was essentially going to be the bait.
"Just be yourself!" Light shot him a quick thumbs-up from halfway up the mechanical beast's lower leg.
"A-Alright. Hey, Misa-Misa! You should just give L- er, Ryuzaki- up now!" Quickly thinking up a way to enrage the model, he continued, "There's no way you'll be able to keep this up! Even if we gave you Light and you returned Ryuzaki to us, we'd still have to imprison you. But maybe if we could negotiate something you'd get a lighter jail sentence." Just as planned, the Misa-tron raised its gargantuan metal foot to come crashing down on the instigator, who scrambled out of the way just in time to avoid an untimely fate. Light, who was climbing at the joint of the knee, had to scurry upwards quickly to avoid his own figurative appointment with a shinigami.
"Hey Matsuda-san, can vampires be crushed to death?" He called down from the upper-thigh to the cop who was fleeing stomps of doom.
"I don't know, but now is not the time I want to find out!" Matsuda yelled, as the Misa-tron, realizing Light was steadily progressing up its leg, attempted to shake him off.
"Ryuzaki had better be grateful for the massive headache I'm going to have tomorrow thanks to this," he muttered, climbing on. "Hey, Matsuda-san! Not to be insubordinate, but do your damn job down there!"
"Sorry! Hey Misa-Misa! You won't look very good in a jail uniform! They're not form-fitting! They don't come in black either, you know! And you won't be able to wear cosmetics!" The robot lurched towards the diversion again, destruction scaling its swaying body with great difficulty despite being quite fit. Finally he reached the shoulders of the Goliath, nearly toppling over at standing up straight.
"Hey Misa! I'm almost in the head of this thing now!" He jumped up and down despite being winded. "I'm going to rip out all of your wires!" Just as planned, one of the huge hands came swooping at him.
"Don't hurt him, he's-"
"About to destroy your machine!" The hand was careening closer at top speed, about to make a ferocious, blood-splattering collision with Light.
So he jumped.
Hoping his new, sturdier body would survive the fall into what would most likely be an embarrassing but helpful catch in Matsuda's arms, Light free-fell with a feeling of undeniable accomplishment.
The Misa-tron, now missing a head thanks to its self-delivered death blow, staggered forward, then crashed unceremoniously, crumbling into a thick cloud of debris.
Matsuda, panicking about Light's fall and hoping to catch him, ran to where he thought the new vampire might be falling, this being more than slightly complicated with the rush of debris obscuring his vision.
The giant head of the late Misatron meteor-ed into a nearby intersection, causing millions in damage but mysteriously killing no innocent passers-by.
A loud, satisfying thump resounded in Matsuda's ears, soon registering in his mind as the thud of Yagami Light's body hitting his outstretched arms and taking away a small bit of the force of the fall on the teen. The older officer was so glad to have done something right that he dropped him in excitement.
As a thirty-car pileup clogged the intersection where the result of Misa-tron's decapitation lay, the now-exhausted and certainly bodily-injured Light and the ecstatic Matsuda rushed to the scene.
"It's going to suck running around all these cars!" The veteran vampire complained, turning to his companion to see that he was running along the tops of the vehicles. With no other reasonable options, he followed suit.
Light, absolutely full of adrenaline or whatever the hell vampires had in place of that, ripped off the top of the head to peer into the cockpit, falling inside with surprise.
"Hey! Hey, Light! Are you okay?!" Matsuda stumbled along, tripping onto the metal chunk the teen had fallen into. He looked inside to see him cradling L's limp, blood-drenched body. "Well… crap."
Ooh, a cliffhanger. The next chapter is the last.