Fandom: Death Note
Characters: L, Yagami Light, Amane Misa, The Doctor, Near, Mello
Chapters: 14/18
Warnings/Ratings: Lack of coherency.
In A Nutshell: Pay a visit to the doctor they did, and in their nicest formal wear at that.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, thankfully.
Pay a visit to the doctor they did, and in their nicest formal wear at that. L had decided that the best method for discovering the doctor's intentions would be to visit on a basis of "business," calling the man of questionable intent and feigning interest in using his technologically advanced laboratory for corporate research. Of course, to the doctor, the words "corporate research" might well be "HUGE MONEY" and he hastily asked the C.E.O, "Larry Lawrence," over for dinner.
"It is uncanny how easily people play into one's grasp," Light remarked, half-amazed and half-angry over how his own lot had turned out.
"I'm not 'super' without reason, Light-kun," L said, pulling at his tie incessantly.
"That's your power, then? God, and to think that this entire time I admired your deductive and persuasive abilities, when you were really-"
"Light-kun, I am not appreciating your insinuation that I have expended no effort to get to my current position." His eyes narrowed. "My empire was constructed on good planning and natural charisma." With that, he rang the doorbell and looked pointedly in any direction not containing a Light.
"Good evening." The giant doors pulled open to reveal a hunched-over, elderly man with wide, dark eyes. Light couldn't help but think that it was an older version of L, come from the future to warn them of possible danger or some other ridiculous happening. "I am Doctor Manet. Welcome to my humble abode."
L's first instinct in a new environment was to observe, and observe he did, his eyes darting about rapidly to determine an overall summary of the place. The most interesting thing to catch his eye was the fact that the doctor had two young, male servants. This duly noted, he moved on to the furniture (grandiose yet reeking of cheapness), the wall and floor dressings (clashing and oddly-patterned), and the dining table's centerpiece (daisies, how passé). Through with his evaluation, he poked his hand out to receive a hearty handshake from the host and shuffled his way into the manor, the two boys closing the doors behind them wordlessly. "I am Larry Lawrence," he said in accented Japanese.
"I am Ryuzaki," Light said with a bow. L threw him a short glare.
"And I am super star Amane Misa! As a new spokes model for the company, I decided to come along and see just what it is that goes on!"
The doctor chuckled, "Well, I wish I knew as well, Amane-san. Although I was provided with very convincing credentials," and by "credentials," he meant 500,000 yen, "I would still like to know the nature of your desire to use my laboratory."
"Nanotechnology," L responded, peeling off his grimy tennis shoes and abandoning them haphazardly on the floor to be picked up by the young boys. "Medical nanotechnology. We're technically working for the government, so I can't tell you much about it. In fact, I can't even tell you that!" He guffawed loudly, a sound that churned Light's empty stomach.
"Shall I take you to the lab first, or would you prefer to eat beforehand?"
"If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to eat first. I'm starving!" The dark-haired detective grinned broadly, a look that was simply not good for his facial structure. The young sidekick noted that in this state he fit very well the description of a death's head.
The young boys seated them, and Light finally began looking around. The room was quite large and reminded him not-too-fondly of a cavern or perhaps the gaping maw of a great animal, the ceiling looming above as the roof of a mouth, waiting to slam shut. He remarked on the idiosyncrasy of having more unnecessary nervousness in such an open place than he would in a tightly-enclosed space, placing his napkin on his lap in preparation for the meal.
…
Damn the French. Light chewed his way through a fifth course of god-knew-what, the full effects of L's fake accent and his stupidity settling into a little spot on his temple and causing it to throb painfully.
The doctor was currently being forced to explain some of the details of his relationship with his two young servants, Near and Mello, after Misa's embarrassing and tactless questioning of his sexual preferences.
Stuffing the last bit of cursed tart into his mouth, he was envying the model's ability to avoid eating due to claims of dieting. Thankfully, this was the last course, and, as such, they could now visit the lab.