Author's Note:
This is a short one, and a mini-plot that has been swimming around in my head for a while that I can't seem to squish.
They had been similar, he thought with a pensive glance towards the darkening sky. The clouds were rolling in swiftly, and the forecast had promised a downpour tonight. No doubt their appearances contrasted like night and day, but it was who they had been that made them the same. Were it not for a single idea, they would have been on the same side of the conflict.
Were it not for his view on justice, Light Yagami would not be standing over a mound of fresh, damp earth. Danuve. Erald Coil. L. In an instant, he had killed the three greatest detectives the world had ever known, but no one would truly ever know. In a single moment of desperation and wild triump in which the seeds of his plan had finally come to fruition, Light had destroyed the one thing that had brought an end to his meaningless, worthless life.
While the investigation team now panicked, he stood here with a deep-seated calm and resignation. While half the world celebrated Kira's rise, the other half had just unknowingly lost its last hope. Light bent down and gently touched the flowers strewn over the grave. He ran his fingers over the tombstone and delicately over the engraved name. L Lawliet.
There was a beauty in this night. The stars twinkled softly, now threatened to be covered over by the dark clouds that came ever closer. With no breeze and no noise, the calm in the air was almost palpable. Light felt a weight coil up in the pit of his stomach, and an invisible noose around his neck.
He had lost. At the end of everything, it had been Light who had lost it all. Now he had no choice but to complete what he had started, change the world irreversibly. If he turned back now, the world's greatest detective would have died for nothing. And it had been L who had made him.
It had been with L that he had experienced a thrill unlike anything else. With every twist and turn in the case, Light had felt the rush of unpredictability. Light would never forget till his dying day: while it had been the masses that had given Kira his name, it had been L that had given Kira his will. And as Light rose and turned from the grave, he paused at the sound of bells ringing in the distance, and closed his eyes gently and smiled.