Inspired by Ch.19 of Tierfal's "The End Is Near." L is roped into clubbing by Mello.
"Mello spun him around. Ta-da! was the triumphant cry.
L blinked at the mirror. He would discredit what it told him entirely if he hadnt seen all the individual pieces, but a knowledge of the component parts didnt make the whole image any less strange.
His hair had fallen victim to Fionas flat-iron, and once the fortress of its disorder had been breached, Mello had tied it at the base of his neck with a black elastic band. A few uneven sections were still falling into his eyeshe imagined that preventing such a contingency would require a great deal of the sorts of sticky products that came in futuristic-looking bottles, and he was glad that Mello had neglected to enlist their aidbut, for the first time in recent memory, he could actually see his own ears.
Everything about the vision in the mirror, in fact, was unfamiliarthe black tee-shirt that fit so closely as to display the protrusions of his ribs; the black pants adorned with too many zippers and pockets and safety pins to count; the silver spiked collar that encircled his neck; the matching bracelets Mello had unearthed from no-one-wanted-to-know-where; and, perhaps most of all, the heavy boots strapped and buckled and Velcroed about his feet.
At least Mello hadnt insisted on socks. L might have been forced to revolt against the yoke of sartorial tyranny and injustice if that had been the case."