A short one-shot that takes place in Light's cell, if he was only arrested and not killed. He reflects on L.
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Does he regret what he did?
He gets asked that question a lot. His reply to them would be a cold stare and silence. What is it to them if he feels remorse? Would his fate change? Unlikely. Not that he does, anyway. He had a dream. He fought for it. Isn't that what humans were born to do?
The grey walls of prison was no different to him than the white walls of his bedroom. They were all the same to him now. No one but the shadows would associate with him. Though, once in a while, he could have sworn that he heard Ryuk's laughter nearby.
Shame really. Ryuk had kept him alive to watch him suffer in the prisons. Only, he did not truly feel punishment. The only thing he missed was the power of the note, and the secret of his identity, his mission and cause.
Light grunted and sat down on the stone bed. The chains on his hands felt heavy. Ironic, he had hated being chained to L. Now, he misses it. The chains only, of course. He convinced himself of that. Maybe he was afraid, that it could bring him guilt. Impossible, though, how could it? He feels no regret, no remorse, and especially not for the death of his arch rival!
Right?
In his mind, a quick image of a dark haired, shabby boy flashed by. Light shook his head violent and put his hands on his temples. What is that nonsense. Ridiculous. Victory had never tasted so sweet before. To see L Lawliet, the century's greatest detective to die in his arms. Sweet, sweet victory.
Or, bittersweet victory?
Or, plain bitter vitory?
No.
It was sweet, sweet victory. His chocolate brown eyes had looked into L's dark black eyes, and the connection was nothing but hatred. Nothing but the connection between a victor and a failure.
Nothing!
In his mind, the shabby boy walked towards him again. This time, he was smiling. Not a mocking smile, but a welcoming, warm smile. Light let out a moan of frustration. His hands clenched into fists and shook his chains violently.
Nothing but a defeated enemy! Light felt nothing but glee! Prison is a good price to pay for the defeat of L. That immature, pathetic boy!
Light grabbed on to the sides of the sink in his cell. He looked into the mirror and grinned. He was happy to be here. To be rid of that nuisance once and for all. The obstacle that would never get out of his way.
In his mind, the shabby boy sat in a crouched position, body curled up into a ball. He looked at Light, smiled and drank a sip from his cup. Light shook his head violently, and stared into the reflection in the mirror.
Stupid drinks and habits! Such peculiarities! Light could not stand them, at all. They were not cute in the slightest sense.
Not to everyone.
Not to him, for sure.
Light was becoming infuriated with himself. He crouched down into a corner in his cell.
In his mind, the shabby boy sadly looked into his eyes, before closing them for eternity. His eyes said disappointment, hurt, and heart brokenness.
A tear rolled down Light's right eye.
No guilt. No remorse.