Worth It
A.N.: I know I wrote a story about the Light death scene before, but I did another one. Probably just as violent. :) Enjoy.
Light hissed from where he lay against the stairs. It looked like the god of the new world fell from his mighty heights a lot sooner than expected. Nothing Light did mattered.
All he had wanted was to make a better world, to get rid of the evil and rotten people of the world, to be the savior of the new world that he'd create. He had only wanted to help, but it would seem that his helpfulness made things worse. He went from a fairly innocent and smart young adult, trying to make the world better, to a mass killer.
He had been doing good at first, he'd say. He did manage to get rid of rotten people trying to cause trouble. Monstrous people trying to kill or hurt others. Somewhere along the way, he'd ended up killing people who just didn't understand, though.
He wondered why. He supposed they would cause problems, and ruin his attempt at making a new world, but if he killed every person who disagreed, then there wouldn't be many left.
Why hadn't he seen this earlier, he wondered. It was too late for those thoughts, though. He wouldn't die regretting his still well-meant attempt. His attempt was a failure, that was all. One young man couldn't make a better world like the way he'd tried.
He wouldn't change his mind that it was a good try though. He doesn't care what L said, he tried, and that's more than L can say.
Maybe though, if he had continued just killing a bad person here and there, it would have turned out better. Instead, he wanted to kill every rotten human there was. More over, he wanted to be a god.
He would regret that much. His attempt to save the world had turned him greedy...made him want more. He wanted to be Kira as much as L wanted him to be.
Light gritted his teeth at the thought. The memories of the time he had forgotten the Death Note rushed through his fading and cloudy mind. He wished he could have continued that life. Working as a detective was something he was really good at, and who better to work by than L?
Sure, he had hated L for several reasons, but...there was strange sort of enjoyment of talking with someone who understood him, and a strange game they played when one of them knew something about the other, but the other wouldn't admit it.
For instance, L had known he was Kira all along, and maybe more, but Light had denied it, though they both knew the truth.
L may have even noticed that Light had suddenly become a lot less Kira-like, and more innocent when Light had forgotten the Death Note.
Light could only wonder. He didn't have much more time to wonder, either, though. He blinked again at the pink and orange sunset light from outside as it shinned in, and then he caught the color of black, blue and white.
The panda eyes that stared back at him were unmistakeably L's.
Light stared back at him silently. It was another game of theirs, known nationally as a staring contest, but in their version, they read what the other is thinking, they see the words in each others eyes.
L's expression was an easy read: I won, Light...Kira.
Light gritted his teeth a little at that, and he tried to speak, maybe to snap at L, or perhaps to explain what he thought of the situation, but he couldn't. He was too weak.
L's face turned from his secretly cocky and competitive one to a softer one, his eyes filled with sadness. Maybe, Light thought, L had realized that Light was going to die. That he wasn't tough enough to continue living.
Light blinked again as he tried to keep his eyes open, but it was no use. He closed his eyes. It was all worth it, though.