Trains Always Crash
Eventually, even the best trains crash. At least, I have always thought so. Anyone could argue with me on the matter, as I could easily name at least one person who would, but it is simply the truth.
Because they can be driven in the wrong direction.
"I'm afraid L is dead." Roger stated grimly, sweat collecting on his brow. His tense behavior was deserved, as only a few moments later, he found the collar of his shirt clenched in Mello's fist. It was shaking, whether in anger or fear, it was hard to tell.
"He's dead? What do you mean he's dead? Explain now, Roger!" Mello shouted, eyes demanding answers harshly. His temper always got the better of him. "How?"
"Mello, wa-" the elderly man began to protest before plastic thumped against the tile floor. Near sat there, having dumped puzzle pieces onto the floor. He seemed undisturbed, his emotionless mask holding even after the news. This only caused Mello to become even angrier.
"So...which of us did he choose? Who did L decide to make his successor?" Silence followed the question, except for the soft click of puzzle pieces being moved into place, the air thick with tension. "Me or Near?"
"He hadn't chosen yet." A grunt of frustration from the blonde followed, but nothing from the boy in white. Roger had made the mistake of suggesting that the two team up together to take L's place. While Near agreed, uncaring, his self proclaimed rival had not. The two had never gotten along, never tried. It seemed that they would not be doing so now. Mello stormed out of the room and, though it was unknown at the time, out of Wammy's House for good.
Because they are driving too fast and giving up their brakes.
"Near, it seems that Mello and Matt have passed away." Halle informed Near, looking down at the boy. He did not cease moving around his toys. His eyes, however, glanced over at the finger puppets that were designed to look like him, Mello, L, and the unknown Kira.
A few moments passed without interruption. If he needed to think, the other SPK members would give him time to. "Call the Task Force. I must speak with the second L." he finally ordered. In the background, he could hear Stephen doing just that. Strangely enough, even after not moving an inch from where he was currently hunched over, the Mello puppet tipped over. It laid beside the L puppet, which had been laying on its side to begin with.
"Seems the rules of the game have changed."
Because humans drive trains, and humans make mistakes.
Matsuda's eyes widened as Light pushed open the door with his good shoulder, running out of the warehouse. "He's getting a way! We should go after him!" he stated.
"Calm down. He's losing too much blood to get far." Near stated, taking the mask off his face and looking towards the puddle that marked where Light had fallen when he was shot during Matsuda's moment of weakness. Even after him saying so, Matsuda had run out with the other members of the Task Force.
Not that it mattered because the case was solved. That was the only part of this that Near was interested in. Justice was served and nothing more. Crushing the Kira puppet in his hand, he rested his chin on his knees.
"What now, sir?" Halle asked.
The only reply was, "It's time we returned home."
Trains are powerful things. Strong, moving forward, but not unstoppable. Trains are a lot like humans, therefore, they, like humans, are not Gods. Would you not agree, Light Yagami?
Author's Notes: I recently read Death Note: Another Note and it sparked my interest in Death Note again. This is the first time I've written for this series, so I'm sure that there were OOC moments, but I tried to keep the characters right for the little time they showed.
The text in italics was Near's musings, if anyone didn't catch that.