Justice
I'm dying.
There's no escaping it. I'm dying, slowly, painfully. Blood is flowing thick and fast from my wounds. I feel cold, lying in this pool of fading sunlight.
I'm alone.
This somehow seems so inevitable. All these people I've killed, all the lives I tore apart for the greater good…It all comes down to this.
Ryuk told me that he'd be the one writing my name in his death note. I'd never given it much thought until now. I mean, I was immortal. Nothing could touch me. Nothing.
Nothing is the place I'm going now.
That moment of insanity before – God, how could I be so stupid? Of course it couldn't have been that simple, of course Near has some trick hidden up his sleeve. I was a fool to think I'd won. I was an even bigger fool to admit it.
This is ironic, in a way. Light Yagami, Mr Popular, always surrounded by admirers, millions of followers – and yet, here I am: no-one here to save me. Not this time.
I wonder where Misa is right now. I haven't seen her for so long. Not that I care; she was just a tool, way to easy to manipulate. Her looks are about the only thing going for her.
Still. She loves me. Truly, madly loves me.
I wonder what she'll do when she finds out about my death.
When I first found the death note, all those years ago, I never would have dreamed that it would end like this. No new world. Me lying in a pool of my own blood, no longer God but a fragile, breakable human.
Not long left now. The light is already flickering out. I feel drained, shattered.
In the shadows, I see a figure. He looks at me calmly, his big dark eyes reproachful. His hair is still black and messy, his back is still hunched, his feet are still bare. He still sends electricity down my spine.
In my heart, I know that I got what I deserved.
I guess this is what they call justice.