Fandom: Death Note
Characters: Yagami Light, Yagami Souichirou, L
Warnings/Ratings: Hehehe.
In A Nutshell: "I've won, L."
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note.
L was dead.
It was simple yet complex, trapping but freedom incarnate, and damn did it feel good.
Light, in a truly stunning display of maudlin sadness, stooped his shoulders and trudged to the morgue where his late enemy's body was now resting. His father patted him on the back, a soothing, supportive gesture that the genius teen could not see as anything but obnoxious.
"Hey Dad?" He said, his voice quavering. "Could you let me go in alone, first? L-that is, Ryuzaki- and I… I mean. I can't believe he's…" Light let his voice trail off, bringing up his hands to his face and covering his eyes with them to continue with the charade of a tearful, traumatized friend.
"Of course, son." The weary older man gave him another pat on the back and stepped back, allowing Light into the dim, cold room alone.
The silky-haired teen, upon seeing L's cold, pale, and magnificently lifeless body lying under a white sheet, was almost unable to contain his glee. He dropped down on one knee, placing his mouth to the deceased detective's ear.
"I've won, L," He whispered, "From the beginning I'd known I would, known that you were no great obstacle for the great Yagami Light, first Kira and now, with you out of the way, nothing short of the world's greatest detective! Thanks for the title, former L, because now I have the entire world further into the palm of my hand." He grabbed L's icy hand through the sheet to emphasize his point. "It's only a matter of time before I can reveal who I truly am to my people, who will finally be able to accept me as their new god."
Light could swear he heard a snort, but he assumed it was either a figment of his imagination or some freakish post-mortem breathing phenomenon as a result of L's dying gasp.
"So, L," He stood, stretching, "Goodbye." He slouched again, rubbed his eyes to redden them, spit on his shirt to imitate some tears, and headed for the door.
A frigid, utterly dead weight on his shoulder stopped him.
"Did you really think you were leaving so early?" Grumbled a voice he assumed came from the owner of the hand. "Please, Yagami-kun, indulge me a bit more in your victory gloating."
Light whipped around, hoping such a quick action would wake him from any nightmare he might be in the throes of, leaving him sweating and panting but beautifully safe in bed.
No such luck, because there was L, one hand outstretched and the other holding the sheet over his body like a modest virgin.
"You're not standing there," Light reasoned perfectly, "because you're dead. Because I had Rem kill you."
"How droll, Yagami-kun, to think that death could keep me from solving the Kira case. Your attempt to kill pure justice was a failure and now, so are you." The corpse advanced on his absolutely petrified prey. "Would you like to know how a god dies?" Light looked forward at the nightmare that was taking yet another step closer.
L was directly in front of him, exhaling freezing air that smelled like dead leaves.
"Before I tell you that, though, I've always wanted to do this." L took one more step forward and kicked him, hard.
Light, in a quite dignified manner, fell unconscious immediately.
Last time I tried to write a chaptered story for Death Note, it died. I didn't have a plot and wrote myself into a corner and got bored with it something terrible, unfortunately. I don't have so many wild cards to pull from my sleeves as I should.
This time, I did everything the way it should be done (i.e. the opposite of last time) and I'm nearly done now.
Enjoy!