L was watching the screen when it died and they began to flash red beeping loudly.
"What? A power outage?" gasped Matsuda. A cold feeling grew inside of L as he glared at the screen. A horrible suspicion began fill him.
"Watari," he said, almost as if a question.
All data deletion, flashed the screen.
"Watari!" cried L. Not him...
"Data deletion? What's happening?" asked one of the team members. L glared at the screen, a deep anger coursing through him, filling his entire person.
"I told Watari that if something should happen to him, he should make sure not to leave any data behind," L told them grimly.
"Something?"
"It can't be!"
"Where's the shinigami?" asked L. He knew what this meant.
"Now that you mention it, he's... Not here! That means!"
"Everyone, this shiniga-" L was abruptly cut of as a liquid hot pain shot up his arm into his chest, burning his very heart to ashes. He absently noticed the spoon he was holding slip from his hand, before he followed it, crashing to the ground. Light was by him in an instant, holding him as if he wanted to help a friend. But L knew better. His suspicions were confirmed 100%. Light Yagami is Kira.
A smirk befitting that of an evil, poisoned mad man grew on Light's face as he watched L slowly die, the pain almost blinding. He could hear nothing but the beating of his own heart, slowly stopping. He could see nothing but the triumph on Lights face.
But he remembered the sunlight. He remembered the Wammy House where he was raised. He remembered the taste of a strawberry cheesecake. He remembered the feel of bringing the worst criminals to justice. He remembered happiness.
Then he forgot his pain. Forgot the smirk on Light's face. Forgot everything but the memories he cherished. Then forgot those too as he slowly slipped into the darkness, forever lost to that world.