*Disclaimer: I do not own L, Deathnote or Emily Dickinson's poem.
This is based on an Emily Dickinson poem, The Saddest Noise The Sweetest Noise.
It is about L, and how i think he relates to the poem.
Just a short simple oneshot, and i hope you like it.
Please tell me what you think!
:)
The Maddest Noise
It was late into the night, L, being the light sleeper that he was, was awake, and roaming the internet, contemplating the many mechanics of life, death, and the Kira case. He was searching through some poetry, whilst simultaneously placing cubes of sugar into a half empty coffee cup. Stirring absently to dissolve said sugar, he stumbled upon a poem that touched him.
Ghosts had haunted him for months, and this poem got them screaming again.
The saddest noise, the sweetest noise,
The maddest noise that grows,
Those people… all the people who have been killed. They relied on L to catch their murderer. He didn't sympathise with them, they were only people. But their stories were all different, and they were all trying to reveal themselves, all screaming louder to beat the other, to get their stories heard first…
L dropped the spoon next to the cup on the table, and stiffened, continuing to read.
The birds, they make it in the spring,
At nights delicious close.
It was always night time when he heard them. During the dark, when the shadows overran the world, and the criminals lurked in the dim places preventing all happiness. They make it in the spring… Spring, rebirth… Kira was simply a killer.
Between the March and April line,
That magical frontier
Beyond which summer hesitates,
Almost too heavenly near.
They were so close to solving this case. So close. He knew it was Light Yagami who was the culprit. He was about 70% sure now. But he needed to prove it. Why were the voices so loud but so useless? Just one more clue and everything would be over. The shadows wouldn't be able to hurt L anymore.
It makes us think of all the dead
That sauntered with us here,
By separation's sorcery
Made cruelly more dear.
It was irony, almost. He never did care for people, but the more he heard the songs of the dead, the more he wanted to help them. Partly, of course, because the voices were distracting him from his work, and partly because a few of those stories had screamed their way through. It was strange though, how people never really care until they lose something themselves. When those criminals were still alive, their families didn't come to help him, but as soon as they were murdered, the families came swarming from everywhere, calling task force, trying to visit task force, all thinking that they are the missing link to solving the case because their relative was more special, more important, then all the rest. L was alone unless it benefited others.
It makes us think of what we had,
And what we now deplore.
Death was so final.
We almost wish those siren throats
Would go, and sing no more.
L wanted to help, he really did. The voices were so loud, so distracting. He could barley take it anymore. He couldn't think.
An ear can break a human heart
As quickly as a spear;
We wish the ear had not a heart
So dangerously near.
Kira has means to kill masses of people seemingly without lifting a finger. If Kira heard the cries of the dead, the pleading of the families, would it kill Kira as much as it was killing him now?
L sighed and picked up the spoon, continuing his stirring. He really felt like some strawberry cheesecake right about now.