"It's true. He is L," my father said on his hospital bed.
After visiting hours were over and we were ushered out of the hospital, a limo was waiting for L as per usual.
"L, I have one last thing to ask of you," I said.
"What?" he asked.
I took off the contact lens in my left eye, and he knew, upon seeing the strange symbol, that death was all that awaited him.
"Go kill yourself three months from now in a way that will prevent anyone from suspecting that I'm Kira," I ordered.
He looked at me with dazed eyes.
"Understood," he said, as he hopped into his car.
That was it. I WON! I WON AGAINST L!
He took out a worn out notebook with the words "Death Note" imprinted on top.
In purposefully large, yet particularly articulate writing, he scribbled the name of his father onto the first blank page.
Charles zi Britannia.
Sighing, he closed the book and leaned back into his chair, arms dangling off both sides. At the moment, his face was expressionless – he wasn't sure if he was supposed to be overjoyed or depressed.
The seconds ticked by slowly. 40, 39, 38...all the way down to 3, 2, 1...
Zero.
All of a sudden, he started laughing, though he didn't quite know why himself. It was a moderate laugh at first, but soon, he couldn't contain it anymore. It turned almost maniacal.
It took a while before he was able to compose himself again.
"And that's checkmate."