A little, possibly poor written, yaoi-ish goodness. L/Light, written from Light's perspective. Don't like? Don't read it. And don't complain about it.
Warning: Spoiler alert! If you have not finished reading/watching Death Note, do not read this until you have!
Disclaimer: Tsugumi Ohba is the creator and owner of Death Note. I own none of it.
He was just as brilliant as I was, possibly even more. His intelligence outshined his ridiculous habits. Like the way he sat, and the fact that he only ate sweets. I always did wonder if there was a second motive for chaining us together has he did. L Lawliet, the strange yet magnificent investigator. Magnificent in the fact that he had managed to almost corner me. And, in the fact, he was able to make me love him.
I believe the first time I figured out his mutual affection for me was the time he purposely got cake frosting on me, and then proceeded to lick it off, in a very suggestive manner might I add. That night was the first night we kissed.
No one knew of our relationship, not even Misa. It was are little secret. Luckily, at that time we were handcuffed together, making it easier to share in each others rapture. I did love L. All of him. His mind, his athletic capabilities, and even his manic sugar high conditions which came about when he had pixy stix and espresso together in a twenty minute time span. I recall the first time we physically showed our affection for one another. It was by far the best night of my life.
Even at the times I spiraled into madness, the memories of him brought me back to reality.
Now, as I lay here bleeding to death, I remember when he died. It was me or him, and then, it was him. But now, I wish it was me. I was there when he died, hell, I caught him as he fell from his chair after suffering his heart attack. It was the last time I gazed into his eyes as Light Yagami. As Light, his lover. In that moment of time, I knew that he knew I had done this. Just as he was passing away, Kira took a hold of my mind; I smiled. I smiled as he died in my arms. I smiled at the small dribble of blood that trickled down from the corner of his sweet, succulent lips. I smiled at his funeral, when I should have been broken.
I guess I deserve this death. Ryuk explained that I would not go to heaven or hell once I died. But I wish I would. I knew that my L would be praised in heaven for his efforts against me. Yet, I'd be in hell, gazing up, thinking 'will I ever see him again'.
Imagine, if I had stayed as Light and not regained the Death Note. The flaw in my perfect relationship with the investigator. I would not have had to kill my love, nor would I have to die and never see him again. At least, not without having enough time with him.
Time, something I was quickly running out of. In my delirium, I envisioned L, alive and happy. And with me. We were sitting together, sharing cake, and kisses. He turned towards me, the real me, and smiled. He said,
"I love you, Light."
"Why?"
"Because, I was 5% sure you were Kira, and I was right. But you managed to make me show some emotion towards you."
"A-And then, I-I killed you."
"That wasn't you. I know you, Light. Kira, the murderous persona, was the one that killed me. Light, I'm sorry you have to die."
"L…I love you…"
I managed to smile too as I closed my eyes. I knew I wouldn't be reopening them. At least I got to see L, my L, one last time.
Sorta sad right? Reviews are nice. Flames will be used to heat my freakishly cold house.