A/N: This is a one shot as my attempt to get back into writing again. My writing has gotten a bit weaker, but I plan on improving by posting here often. This is a simple fic about my interpretation of the ending of the anime. Like I said, it's more of me trying to get back into writing. Also i'm writing this without my glasses on, so I can barely see the screen. Please enjoy.
Light Yagami struggled to walk, his right arm hanging uselessly at his side. His perfect world was shattering with each pained step he took, each drop of blood that spilt from his wounds. Memories assaulted him from what life was like before, opportunities that he flew by just from picking up one little notebook. Light Yagami - Kira - shoved those thoughts away, for they were more painful then his physical wounds. Pain flooded all of his senses, yet he still limped along with his odd gait. How could he, a god, be in this pathetic state.
You've lost. A small voice whispered in his head.
On some level Light knew it was true, but he would never listen. Kira couldn't lose.
He was Kira, right?
There had to be a way he could fix this, a way to escape from the noose that was wrapped around his neck. Even though his hands were tied and there was no place to run to, he could still find a way. Kira always found a way. Despite all of his pieces being gone and he was a lone king in an infernal checkmate, he could still find a way.
Light's mind was racing a million miles per hour. He - not no him - Mikami had made a mistake. Or was it him? Isn't a king in charge of his pawns? Different moves and strategies came to his mind that would have been better paths to take. But there were no redo button in this game. Could he still fix this? Doubt clouded his mind. Should he have killed all those people? Was it right for him to?
Light shook his head, the very movement sending ripples of pain through his entire body.
He was god?
He was justice?
Was he?
An animalistic terror rose in Light, the continuous fight or flight that has been raging on ever since the warehouse was now against himself. He could fix this?
Light had ended up in another abandoned building when the adrenaline wore off, pain finally becoming the sole thing on his mind. His legs transformed into cinder blocks and Light had no choice but to lay down on the stairs. He... He could still do something, right?
The sharp pain that pierced through his chest was his only answer.
Damnit... I could still... Light didn't even bother finishing the thought, the thick fog of doubt clouded his mind and he knew there was nothing to do.
Light couldn't move, he just lay there as a useless heap of matter.
A familiar mop of black hair started to materialize in front of him. The familiar face was a welcome site while he was dying.
It was the only man he ever respected.
It was the only true friend he ever made.
It was the only person he regretted that had to die.
Tick, tock, The seconds slowly drifted by like a lazy river and the man in front of him began to become more defined.
Tick, tock A pale hand reached toward him, but it wasn't a gesture of malice.
Tick, Light reached forward and took hold of it.
So I hope you liked it, this is most likely going to stand alone as a one shot so i will mark it as complete, but if it gets popular enough I could add a second chapter with their reunion. Please review if you can and let me know what I can improve on. Thanks for reading!
xx
Jay