I wrote most of this chapter in my tutorial yesterday. Those things are never normally so productive.

This is the kind of story I would HATE to read (mostly. There are some exceptions) but it was surprisingly easy to write.

Warnings: mentions of yaoi, character death, suicide and basically a load of depressing shit.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. If I did... I'm running out of ideas for these things. How crappy is that?

Forever Intertwined

-L P.O.V.-

L stood by the stone marker. One of the few pieces of evidence that proved the boy had ever existed, and wasn't just a figment of his always over-active imagination. All the other people that had attended the funeral were already gone, even the boy's father and L's guardian. Watari would normally sit and wait nearby for L to finish whatever he was doing but had evidently decided that L needed time alone in the graveyard. It was understandable that the usually sociopathic detective was feeling emotional. His lover had been hit by a car and was currently in a wooden box six feet under the top soil.

Everything had happened so quickly, from suspect/detective, to friends, to boyfriends all in a few months. And they had both died so quickly, too. Light had been pronounced dead on the scene obviously. The car had broken his spine and ribs, paralysing him whilst the bone fragments tore his lungs to shreds and drowned him in his own blood.

L had died quickly as well, but not as fast or as roughly. The bright red blood had contrasted so prettily with his pale arms. The initial incision had hurt, but as he watched the liquid pulse out of his wrist and flow down the sink, the thought that he'd be reunited with his soul-mate soon numbed the pain and he relaxed against the basin.

L hadn't forgotten the cameras; that was why he was in the bathroom furthest away from the main investigation room and Watari's security room. He wasn't so worried about Watari finding out though. The elderly man had supported L in every choice he made and had always understood why he made those choices; when he had started to only eat sweet things, for instance.

Watari had immediately known that the sugar was to cover up the bitter sensation in the back of his throat, caused by the stress of the pressure everyone put on him. The man had also ordered only sweets, cakes and fruit for their next supply delivery.

L's guardian often knew why L did things even before he himself could tell. Yes, he thought, Watari would know why he was doing this and that L was going to see it through somehow or other.

He couldn't let the task force catch him though, not before the blood loss was sufficient to either kill him or put him in a comatose state. Some of them wouldn't even stop him because they liked him. It would just be so that they wouldn't lose the greatest brain on the planet before it had a chance to discover the identity of Kira. In his emotionally sensitive state, that thought made him sick. Keeping someone alive only to use them, force them to do what you wanted.

L looked in the mirror above the sink. He could see that his face was paler than usual, even though his vision was starting to blur. He vaguely heard the door slamming open behind him. Someone in the task force must have been on camera duty and notified the others. Oh well, as long as Watari isn't here, they won't be able to do anything. None of them knows first aid.

His legs were getting weaker, and couldn't support his weight any more. He started to collapse, but before he could hit anything, he felt strong, slightly familiar arms wrap around him. Light was his first thought. If he hadn't been affected by the lack of blood in his body, the conclusion that 'Light was dead, so for the arms to be familiar it must be his father' would have been reached easily. As it was, his feeling addled mind couldn't comprehend anyone except his love holding him. It turned out that L had the strength to talk a bit, because he managed to whimper out a few words.

"Light... I love you..."

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