A/N: Well, this is my first Death Note fic (on here, at least), and my first story without OCs. It's an extremely short one shot taking place right before L's death in the anime. Oh, and please don't be too critical, because I wrote this at 2 am. Yes, I know it's way short, but whatever. So. . .yeah.
The chiming of bells. Sounds of angelic voices singing in heavenly choirs. These are the sounds that steal away lives. Fighting away hope with tooth and claw, they rip the life out from under us.
It's happened numerous times before, I am quite sure. To Naomi, to Watari, even to A and BB, my own successors. The bells take away everything. These symbols of peace and harmony are twisted into bitter irony.
I'd heard the bells before, the sounds of voices no human could utter. When my mother and father had been murdered before my very eyes. When my own fellow classmates committed suicide under their own personal pressure, to only seconds ago when Watari passed over. The echoes of death are always around me.
They warn of loss, of sadness, of death to those who are loved. The chiming. . . I hear it. Church bells resound in my ear.
They've never been so loud before. What could this mean? Who will be lost to the void this time around?
My eyes widen, and I realize the truth. The tissue in my throat closes up, and my chest tightens. A wave of pain washes over me. Cardiac arrest. Today it is my own turn to die.
Why must it be now? I knew it was coming, but why so soon? My life is so empty, I still had so much left to do. . .
I have only two friends. I have yet to fall in love. The Kira Case is still unsolved. I have no children, not even a definite legacy. I cannot allow my life to slip away from me so soon. . .
The pain is growing. My heart beats even more unsteadily. The end is drawing near.
A brown haired man hovers over me, a mask of false concern written on his face. His eyes flash with mercy and a pang of regret. The usual icy mask of nothingness is melting. His mouth forms two barely audible words, "I'm sorry."
That is all I need to hear. No further confirmation is needed. This case is, and though no one else knows it, this case is solved. I am the only one who knows it. But that does not matter.
I know my name will live on. I need no legacy, for justice always prevails. As for having only two friends. . .two is better than both one and zero, no? I am ready to let go.
I am swallowed by the unrelenting chime of bells and sounds of the heavens singing as my eyes begin to droop. My chest is released of all pain. The fire is doused. My spirit is gone.
In my own odd twisted way, I have won. And Kira has lost.
I am gone.