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Raito was disappointed, to be honest. Considering the pains he had gone through to ensure this would happen, he thought he at least earned some entertainment. After all the times Raito had smiled when he wanted to scream and rage, sat in silence when the detective was so tantalizingly unprotected, quietly endured the constant questioning and pretenses of friendship when he could practically feel L's rapid dying pulse underneath his fingers, the detective's slow topple to the floor was anticlimatic.
L deserved to bleed, to scream and writhe and shriek with pain, pain that Raito had the power to end but he wouldn't, oh he wouldn't-
Really, Raito considered as he looked into L's dying eyes, it was a shame.