Hey guys! I decided to re-watch Death Note for the first time in maybe... seven years? I don't know exactly, but I do remember how much I loved the dynamic between Light and L. But back then, I didn't know how to write fanfics, or even the existence of them as a matter of fact. Lol. These chapters are all going to be a little short and full of dialogue. Finally, these scenarios take place after the death of Higuchi but before L dies.
Anyway, let me know if you want more. I'm pretty good at making my characters -in- character.
"What do you think about God, Ryuzaki?"
"God?" L rhetorically repeats with a spoonful of sugar in his mouth, although it was meant for the cup of coffee sitting just before his folded knees. "I don't recall you being such a spiritualist." He murmurs softly with the crystals of sugar dissolving on his tongue, letting the silverware clang against the tabletop.
"Well…with all the killings going on. Don't you think there may be some greater, all-knowing being casting judgement down upon his people?" Light asks innocently and his amber-shimmering eyes held tightly with his companion. The room dances with descending sunlight and the blinds leave perfectly symmetrical shadows on his features.
"I suppose." His agreement is half-hearted and finishes with a breathy sigh. "We could look at this as a judgement to those that defy all things that encompass goodness. But that's all this is—a judgement. I do believe in God, but whom we're dealing with is more twisted in his or her own predisposed ways."
"But if this new God does contain the qualities of a righteous one, does that mean he is another? Or one and the same?"
"Our God is not childish and does not retaliate to those that pose a threat. He or she knows there is nothing in existence that is comparable because he or she is God and there is only one God that we believe in. And by definition, claiming to be a second God goes against our principality of monotheism. There is no such thing as a second God. This God is certainly not our God, Light Yagami."
From across the coffee table, Light crosses one leg over the other and his arms double over in skepticism. He decides to pick one word out of L's lengthy discourse. "Childish?"
"Yes." L avoids eye contact momentarily to place three dollops of sugar into his untouched coffee. "This God is childish. He or she seems to believe that the world is beneath his or her own feet. We are all one and the same no matter the life lived."
"Even when this false God wants to mend the world into something better? Even if this God wanted to sully himself—"
"I never said this God was a he, Light." Light could see something brewing behind those dark eyes of his, then he is met with a smug smile. "Is this what you think then? Do you secretly worship Kira?"
"I never said that." Light sips his exclusively black coffee and swallows with a burning heavy lump crawling down his throat. He remains calm, and any other variation of himself should never be allowed into the public's eye—and certainly before L's eye. "In no way am I endorsing Kira, but we should appreciate the fact that crime rate has dropped forty-percent. He is doing good for the world. Maybe we should respect what the police force in the entirety of the world couldn't do?"
"Forgive me, Light, but I may have to ask you again."
Not this again, Light groans internally.
Maybe he did it to satisfy his own need to always be right? Maybe he never had any other leads? Or maybe he did it to provoke Light? Who knew.
"Are you Kira?"
"No. I am not Kira." The peace did not last long, and as a thorough act, he slams his palms against the mahogany, making the china rattle for a few moments. "How many times do I have to remind you?"
"A simple no would have sufficed." L plucks his coffee cup handle and thinks for a second. Before its scolding heat could burn him, he sets it down and pours the creamy liquid onto the saucer and filling it almost to the brim.
Bewildered and a bit more calmed down, Light leans back onto his armrest. "What are you doing?"
"I'm cooling my coffee. Did you know that people once drank their coffee out of the saucer rather the cup itself?"
"No I didn't know that." Light is a bit stricken by how quickly L could switch the subject at hand.
"Would you like to try?"
"No thanks." His reply is short and reprimanding. "I just bought this shirt. Besides, we live in the twenty-first century. Not the eighteenth."
"With all the talking you like to do, I wouldn't want my tongue to burn."
He retorts at the irony of his accusation. "I talk a lot? After that speech you just gave me?"
L places the dip of the saucer onto his palm and slurps as soon as he knows it's cool enough to drink in larger mouthfuls. Light watches with amused eyes—with the eyes of Kira. His visualizing immersion had gone largely unnoticed until the sound of a name rings in his ears.
"Watari?"
Light hears his voice interrupt the tense silence, noting how his fingers strangely hold the cellphone by its edges. Always quite the strange guy.
Light hears the soft rumble of an elderly man's voice in response to the greeting.
"Do you know where we could buy a chocolate fountain? I think it would be splendid for our one year anniversary together. The task force deserves it, don't you think?"
Light lets out a sigh of relief after hearing what L had in mind at the time. That's right. His mind was always so deeply entrenched in thought that he held no doubt time would fly by as quickly as he could blink.