A/N: A collection of bizarreness just for you. Mostly about L and Light (no pairings – well, few, if any), but will contain a little of everything. Please R&R
The cat was not my idea, I am using her with permission. It belongs to emeral wolf and her story Kitten in the ally. It's a cute story; check it out!
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, and I do not own L's kitten. I have my own two cats, Gremlyn and Maylar, two dogs, and a crow named Edgar.
Friendship
He had lost. Well, I guess that depended on how one looks at it. He knew, without a single doubt, who the first two Kira's were. He had caught the third Kira, who had confessed, just before being killed himself. Right after Light took hold of the Death Note.
And now, it was almost a certainty that Light – no, Kira – would kill him, just as soon as he found out his name. That was the challenge, wasn't it? To see who caught (and killed) whom first? At the moment, it looked like it was a draw. He had fingered Kira – all three, in fact. It was more than likely that Kira would be the one to kill first.
So he would die. The world would mourn the loss of the great detective 'L', but who would miss him? Would anyone miss the shy, brilliant man who loved tennis? He was not lying when he had told Light – all the while knowing that he was probably Kira- that the young killer was his first and only friend. So it was ironic now that he would be killed by the only man he considered to be his friend. No doubt Light would be relieved that he was dead. The only man who was a real threat to Kira would be out of his way. Watari would be saddened, of course. The elderly gentleman had come to consider his employer as his son, for which Ryuzaki was grateful. He would be the only one.
Oh well. Ryuzaki sighed, rising from his customary sitting position to pace around his spacious bedroom. He was ashamed at himself for the self-pity he was feeling. Wasn't it better that only one person mourned him? He was jolted out of his melancholy musings when he was rammed full force in the shins by a small dark ball of fluff. Smiling slightly, he bent down and wiggled his fingers in the young cat's fur. "Hello Luna. Will you miss me when I'm dead?"
The black cat flopped on her back and wrapped herself around Ryuzaki's arm, and promptly began an enthusiastic purring as loud as she could while licking the arm of her savior. Ryuzaki gazed at his Luna, and for the first time that day, he felt... happy.
He had rescued the scared, starving kitten some months back. After the vet had assured him that she was generally healthy (no more chocolate, if you please), he had taken her home and shyly set her on his bed. He had never had a pet growing up, and now, with the tiny kitten looking up at him, the icy knot of fear began to set in. What if he made a mistake and she died? He could have killed her by giving her the candy bar that had lured her into his hands in the first place. What if-
And then the kitten touched his arm with her paw, looked him in the eye, and gave a decisive 'meow'. That was when he knew that she would be alright. He named her Luna due to the crescent shaped mark on her belly. Since then she became his shadow, always wanting to be in the same room with him. She never bothered him when he was thinking, or working on a case, content instead to merely watch him.
Ryuzaki looked down at the half grown cat attached to his arm and he smiled. Yes, he would be missed after he was gone. Light may have been his first friend, but he wasn't his only friend.