Reminiscence and Prognostic
WARNING: This story contains shounen ai. If this doesn't interest you, don't read!
Disclaimer: the Death Note, L, and Light are all owned by Tsugumi Ohba... man if I could own L...
Pairing: LLight
A/N: Okay guys. I wrote this back in January... I didn't think it good enough to post. But I finally decided to just go with it. So seriously. Review.
Set after the helicopter...
I've always known that he's Kira, but then, that was obvious to him. He thinks that I have no proof; but then, I set it up that way. I could easily prove it...
I just... don't want to.
If only he hadn't picked up the Death Note, if he hadn't used it. If he hadn't murdered all those people... Of course, I agree with his actions... (I just really don't like his god complex.) That's one of the reasons I don't want to arrest him. But most of all, if he had never used the Death Note, and did what he did, we would have never met.
I liked him when he had given it up. He was perfect then. 100 percent Light. That was mostly why I'd chained myself to him. I used Kira as my excuse, but otherwise, Kira had nothing to do with that. And I was able to do that simply because I am L. Sometimes I abuse my power. Nobody seems to realize it.
The chain was six feet long. It couldn't be any longer because of impracticality purposes, and it couldn't be much shorter for mobility limitations. And it was perfect for my own purposes...
We were forced to sleep in the same bed because of it. Most nights, I would pretend to accidentally fall asleep while working on the Kira case on my laptop, and I'd wake up to him pushing me off him in the morning. I played it off, but he should have known. Maybe he did. In any case, he never showed it, but neither did I.
I loved how he got so angry. I suppose I liked it because it gave me a sense of power. I could exploit it. I'd always watch him undress, and shower, always using Kira as an excuse, just to get a rise out of him, to feel in control. And because... well.
When we fought, I'd get angry too; angry enough to hit him. A couple times we'd ended up in compromising positions. We both played it off.
But then after we caught Higuchi, he touched the Note, and he remembered. And he was Kira again. Even so, I still wanted the chain. I liked being close to him. But the fake rule persuaded the rest of the team, and I had to let him go.
The first night alone was the hardest, yet somehow it became increasingly worse. It had been two years of constant contact with Light, and suddenly, he was gone. It was like I lost a piece of me.
He still comes back to work on the case, but it's not the same. Sometimes when he stands up to leave, my legs naturally itch to follow, lest I be yanked by the now-nonexistant chain.
I wish I could do something that would bring him back, something to hold on to him...
Ever since I released him, I've been coming up to the roof when I get depressed. I like being above everyone and everything and they can't see me, don't know I'm above them. It helps clear the depression, but it doesn't repress the longing for Light.
It's raining...
CONCRIT?