Authors note: Some of you might remember this old story. Well here it is in a rewritten version…
This time I'm really hoping to be able to complete it… I am going to make a proper outline for the plot and everything…
Sorry to the people who have been waiting forever, and lots of love to the people who have been asking me to continue it.
AU outline: This is set half a year after episode 25. Instead of killing L, Rem chose to reveal his and Watari's names to Light, and thereby giving him the mean to control the detective. Soon after the death of Rem, Light disposed of Misa, and became officially known as Kira's spokesman, a role that makes him the most powerful man in the world.
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Now I will tell you what I've done for you
50 thousand tears I've cried
Screaming, deceiving, and bleeding
for you
And you still won't hear me
Don't want your hand this
time, I'll save myself
Maybe I'll wake up for once
Not
tormented...Daily defeated by you
Just when I thought I'd reached
the bottom
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How did it come to this?
The lifeless ragdoll that was the sad remains of L Lawliet was sitting curled up in a chair by the window, watching the rain pour silently down outside.
How did I end up being a pet, a possession?
Tears were threatening to escape his eyes, breaking the silent mask that was his face. Month of mistreatment and despair had made him even more closed to the world. His trembling gaze followed a raindrop slowly sliding its way down the window, as he wished himself away. How great it would be to get away and just be able to put it all behind him and forget.
He didn't notice the presence of the other, before a long finger removed the tear from his pale cheekbone. A low chuckle was heard as the finger began running over his pale skin.
"Crying again, love?" L didn't have to look to see the vicious smirk in the young mans face. His entire body shook slightly from the fright and sadness that welled up inside of him.
"Don't call me that." He whispered with the little resistance left in him. His eyes fixed downwards, as not to look into those cold amber orbs.
"I call you whatever I want. Lawliet."
The brunette put himself in front of the chair his hand forcing the ex-detective to look up at him. L sought desperately for traces of his friend behind the hard, conniving eyes, but all he saw was Kira looking back at him. Pale fingers caressing his motionless face.
When did you turn into this, Light?
