Well this is my first fanfiction.
Does this make any sense to you?
To be clear I am not above reviews.
Also-- D I S C L A I M E R
I do not own L, Raito, Misa, Rem, Death Note, Japan or anything else that could be pinned on me for writing this, though it should be obvious that they belong to Ohba and Obata. 'Ahah.. Well, except Japan. That would be the next step.
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He stood crouched low outside the large building-- Or rather; he stood crouched low outside the semi-demolished remains of what could once have been called a large building, though now resembled more a pile of rubble. Lifting his head he remained hunched, shifting his blank gaze up onto the damages. Small pieces of clinging debris fell at random, reflecting the Japanese Metropolitan lights against the night sky. This was depressing.
It was depressing because they could not possibly continue the Kira Case as they would have normally within the building. They obviously could not use the building as there headquarters if the building itself was unusable. He also noted that this had happened suspiciously close to the capture of Higuchi for the murder of countless criminals under the alias of 'Kira.' Even more suspiciously he had died only moments later.
How Higuchi had carried out the unusual and previously thought impossible brand of murder had been unknown until only an hour before. The murder weapon in question, what appeared to be a simple black notebook was most likely the only evidence in the Case. Its importance in the Case considered vital he had kept it safe the best way he'd known how, slipping it beneath his baggy white shirt where it lay cold against his chest.
He had to admit that it was uncomfortable having an object of such great evil so close to his person, actually in direct contact with his skin; this object could kill people, it held the aura of a gun. But in the detective's mind he did not have a choice in the matter. Higuchi had been caught, and with the prior true it could only have meant that if Yagami Raito had ever been Kira he would soon retrieve his memories, if he had not done so already.
In truth Yagami Raito had done so already, this was unbeknownst to the detective he was still chained to. Of course the recently reinstated serial killer was not about to give himself away. He knew he would have to put on a show for the detective in a short moment, acting shocked and panicked at the scene before him; though it was not as if he wasn't already surprised by the unfolding events. To be quite frank he was deeply frustrated, for whomever it was who'd sent this creature into the human realm had effectively thrown a wrench into the works of his 'master plan.' That was alright, he was a genius.
L -for there is no one else it could have possibly been- shifted his gaze onto the other male, Raito who appeared to be staring blankly and wide eyed at the destruction. The shock of his emotions would very soon catch up to him the detective knew, and braced himself for Raito's delayed reaction. So as if it were a queue in a screenplay both began to act in the game of deception they scarcely realized the other knew the other was playing as well.
"Raito-kun…?" The dark haired male stood straight, though almost immediately after was slumped once more in his usual fashion, speaking in his monotone voice.
"Wh-What happened!?" He stared up at the sky rise, which had been damaged beyond repair. "We were only gone for a minute! We come back and there was some sort of earthquake? Or a bomb or--… Misa." He choked out the name, his shock genuine for the most part.
At the former second Kira's name he'd realized the situation they'd left the up and coming model in had been a deadly one. They had, or rather L had chained her to a chair. Not very significant at the time but now as he stared up at the building it came to her mind that she was probably dead, as they too would've been if they'd been in the building as well. He did not love Misa, he never had. Not even in the slightest had he loved her, yet she had been a crucial pawn in his plan and with her gone said plan came crashing down as the head quarters had.
The great detective had been about to ask if Raito would please calm down, but the same realization had also just occurred to him. The reason he had impended her movement in the first place was for her own safety, or at least it was what he would like to believe. Behind Raito loomed the Shinigami Rem, who made what was the creature's equivalent to a frown. What about Misa? She was unsure what had become of the girl after having to follow that swine of a human Higuchi.
The death god suddenly became anxious to know what had become of the model, but he couldn't just ask the human she possessed. Ryuuzaki, actually the whole investigations team had touched the note and asking anything of the sort could put Misa in danger. L reached up and began to nibble of his thumbnail, a habit of his, he had a calm understanding of the situation; save for some paranormal details.
"Misa-chan could not possibly have escaped such a fate Raito-kun." He fiddled with his pale bottom lip, his hollow stare boring into the other male. "It was beyond any human's perception that the building would collapse with only her in it. My condolenc--"
L stopped himself, watching as Raito placed his unchained hand upon the detective's shoulder, applying a painful amount of pressure. The brown haired male's head was tilted forward slightly, his eyes obscured by the fringe of said hair. The detective stared unblinking and emotionless at the youth, even as mild jolts of pain ran from his shoulder. He did not notice the god of death's reaction, or her sudden disappearance.
"Don't, don't say that yet. She might not b-- Don't say it." His hand twitched visibly upon the other's shoulder, a plea to his enemy in his voice through grit teeth.
If Misa were dead his plan was beyond salvaging.
With her dead he could not use Rem to his advantage.
Now that she was dead this man who stood in his way, literally and figuratively, would not die.
With Misa no longer living, Rem would kill him simply to compensate.