Death Note: More Than The Sum Total
Summary: Post108. 'Kira might still win yet.' Even after the deaths of L and Raito, the world still rings with the battle of their ideals.
I am L, he had said once. (Black-rimmed eyes hidden in the shadow of his wild hair) I am Justice.
And Justice will prevail.
He is dead now, his pale lips silenced, those black, black eyes shut forever to the embrace of the soil and the tender administrations of the worms and the maggots; as dead as Kira (handsome young face slipping off a white skull over the unforgiving years), prey to the unrelenting shock of the heart attack. They had both believed, and perhaps one was right, and the other was wrong—it would be foolish and vain to say that Near knows everything, and he knows it best that he does not. Like L (a stolen name, ripped from the dead), he cannot lose, and so he wins. It is as easy as that.
It is not so easy for the world to forget.
There are still tiny pockets of faith, weak little fires in a void of disbelief. Near knows about them, their leaders, their jobs, their lives, frightening in their so very ordinary, so very mundane nature. Housewives and businessmen and children, they join hands and dance at the cliff's edge to the moon (something in them understanding instinctively Kira's affinity to the darkness, the horror and the unknown), and pray to him, a poor dead mortal rotting unmourned by those who truly knew him and mourned falsely by those who thought they did.
Near broods and thinks of the androgynous beings in the white robes and small white candles, stalemates in Congress, the websites (growing like tenacious fungi) haunted by the cries and prayers of the hopeful, and reaches out a hand, still rounded and soft with childhood. Carefully he angles Yagami Raito's doll to face him, its painted eyes (artificial, unblinking) and smile seeming to mock him.
Kira might yet win.
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Author's Note: Yet another mini-fic. This one started out as a drabble, actually, but I couldn't fit the ideas I wanted inside. So there you go. Hopefully this one is better than my previous attempts at a coherent Death Note fic.
T. Axile.