The sun did not rise on that day, the day it went to hell. It was as if the heavens were raging in anger at what was to come. However I did not see it happening so early in the game. We had the Death Note; I had shown the Society my true colors. There was war. But that fact that my pursuit as well as my mother's had been right all along, it was somehow sickly sweet and somewhat satisfying. I had even more supporters. But what came that day threw everything backwards, blew it all to hell.
L saw it coming; I don't think he was sure it would happen on that day. But he knew it was coming, and he was prepared for it in more ways than one. He made sure that everything that had been obtained about me, my past, and any recent photos that had been taken. Every bit of information had been destroyed before Light could get to it. He made sure that I could do what I did best, disappear. And I did just that.
I had been in the room with Watari when he died. We had been talking about things, laughing at the past. Enjoying each other company. Right in the middle of a sentence, he grasped his chest and made sputtering chocking noises "Watari!"
Before he could fall I caught him in my arms, I knew before his eyes closed, that the Shinigami was to blame. Watari motioned to a button on the desk. Nodding I put him down slowly and pressed the button. Information flashed onto the screen, scrolling down fast. Suddenly the screen went blank. I heard L's voice coming over the speakers "Watari! Watari what's going on!"
Gritting my teeth I kept my mouth shut, I could see Light behind him. And he was smiling. "Where is the Shinigami where…?"
His dark eyes widened, and he began to gasp for air. Putting my hand over my mouth I kept myself from screaming. Something broke inside me. I watched with horror as Light caught him. Tears rolled down my cheeks, bending over Watari's broken form, I placed my lips on his forehead. "Sleep well old man."
Getting up I ran toward my room. My mind set on packing and getting the hell out before Light or anyone saw me. Seeing something in a storage space, I paused. It was the Shinigami. Turning it fixed its eyes on me. Without another word, its body slowly broke down, into a pile or ashes. Looking away I continued to my room, I grabbed everything in sight not sure what to take, it didn't matter. A suicidal person did not take much with them. Grabbing a piece of paper I wrote down a substantial suicide note, I had written several in the past. It was the most full proof way to die without involving other people. At the bottom I wrote 'Be ready Kira, the angel of death is at your door. You'll have to let him in at some point. Not for him to do your bidding, but for him to carry you to hell.'
Placing the note on the desk I walked out of the room, quiet. No one was watching the main room, L's body lay sprawled out on the floor. A fresh wave of tears found their way into my eyes. Slowly, I approached his body. Kneeling down I took him into my arms, he was still warm. Burying my face in L's hair I sobbed. Brushing dark locks from his face I stared at him. He looked so shocked, as if surprised that he, the supposedly untouchable L could not die. Bowing my head, more tears flowed, running down his face. Pressing him closer I mumbled. "I love you, I'm so sorry I never told you. I love you so much, you probably knew that already. But I should I said so anyway. Sleep well Lawliet, sleep well."
I kissed his closed eyes; then gently I lowered him back to the ground. Without another word I folded his hands over his stomach. I had never seen L with his eyes closed. Seeing it now was so surreal. My heart broke several times. A sob tore itself from my throat. With nothing else to say I walked out of headquarters, never looking back.
Standing on the nearest bridge, the rain pounded my flesh endlessly, in some ways it was soothing and in others it made me want to cry again. Shaking my head I turned and got onto my bike. Revving it up, I drove it forward, over the edge. I heard several cars squeal to a halt, people screaming. The wind rushed against my face. Quickly I dismounted my bike and prepared to dive. L had made sure I knew about this place, that I knew that it was a safe place to dive headfirst into. Under my clothes was a wet suit, insulated and warm ready for the sting of the icy cold bellow. My hands broke the surface and soon the rest of me followed. From under the waves of sub-zero water I watched as my bike sank to the depths. Everyone would assume I was dead. With so much fog and rain, they would have never seen me detached from the bike. They would only assume that I went down, or was crushed by passing boats.
Turning I swam away, to the safety of the bridge. I had contacted some close friends to pick me up in their boat. No one would see me from the bridge. The storm was thick. A strong pair of hands lifted me from the arctic waves of water. Despite the wet suit, hypothermia was setting in. I was carried bellow deck. Stripped of my wet clothes and placed under layers of warm blankets. My friends forced hot soup down my throat, along with a couple shots of whiskey to jump start my body. After about an hour, they left me alone.
Curling up I cried, I sobbed, and I mourned. No one disturbed me. No one attempted to comfort me. Though I knew they waited for my orders just outside the door. Between sobs I ordered. "Take us to Safe House five!"
Their Footsteps slowly grew silent, and the boat began to chop through the waves of the sea. My sobs calmed, but my body continued to shiver. My stomach began to churn and ache. Shooting up from the covers, I vomited the remaining food in my stomach. Lying back, my eyes fluttered with weakness. Slowly my head turned, a silhouette floated in front of my eyes. Blurring and going out of focus. Then it would slowly come back into focus. Reaching out for the hallucination, my hands shook. Feeling a familiar hand grasp it; my eyes snapped open, seeing a tall figure with coal black disheveled hair. Tears stung my eyes again. His hands gently grasped my face; I could not see his eyes. "L?"
My voice was so weak, that his name was hardly even close to that of a whisper. Cold lips pressed themselves against my forehead. His breath tickled my ear when his vaporous voice uttered. "I love you."
The feeling of him left me after that. My eyes were dry and the sobs stopped. My body was weak and cold, still shivering with sickness. Eyelids fluttering and becoming heavy, I passed out, his statement echoing in my head. Over and over again like the toll of church bells. Growing louder and louder within the confines of the darkness.
