His Goddess
Summary: L liked science, he liked facts and he liked his neat and meticulous world to stay just as it was. Then Light decided to kill him and then everything went topsy-turvy.
Another story! I feel creative. Though not my recent favorite, Tokyo Ghoul.
WARNING: L is a bit of an asshole… and it kind of got out of hand. This story's update rate will probably be glacial due to the fact that I'm writing it as I go along.
Prologue
So this is Death
L blinked, or felt that he blinked, and nearly had a conniption for his troubles. After all, he'd never hung from mid-air before. It would be illogical for him to react calmly unless this was a situation he knew how to handle. He stared at the moving crowd below and frowned, reaching up to tap his upper lip with one slim digit. Carefully observing his closest surroundings, he concluded he must be hanging over Arisugawa-no-miya Memorial Park, since not too far away he could spot Hiroo Station and the Tokyo Metropolitan Library on the other side of the plaza. Plus, the plaza features a stature of Prince Arisugawa Taruhito. Really, the place wasn't much of a mystery, but the real question was…
Why am I here?
Try as he might, he had no memory of having ever come to this park. He had no interest in outdoor adventures and frankly, he didn't enjoy spending more time out of doors than he strictly had to. Quillish had some queer notion that spending time under the sun was good for you and L really had no idea why; other than the production of vitamin D, of course. He knew the park and most of its history, dating back all the way to before the Edo period, but why was he here?
If he was going to hang upside down over some random place, it might as well have been someplace more interesting than a park full of things like flowers, fountains and off-looking trees. He didn't understand why people came here; after all, the statues were of rather poor workmanship. The cuts were thick and they were remarkably beaten by the passing of time. Even from twelve feet in the air he could spot irregularities and moss. He'd rather venture in the halls of the Library or at least float over the Hatakeyama Memorial Museum of Fine Art in the same Minato area or even the Ghibli Museum in the Mitaka district. Coming here was a waste of time for anybody of intellect.
That still didn't answer his question. His hand switched as he put his thumb between his teeth, gently chewing as he continued to ponder on his current state of being. He had yet to question as to how he was floating, but his brain was already drawing up suitable conclusions as to how this should not be possible. Most of his mind, however, chose to ignore that little detail. It was not the most pressing of questions at the moment.
Deciding it would be perhaps in his best interests to simply call upon his memory instead of trying to divine an answer through logic. Reason was all well and good, perhaps, when you had all the facts before you but right now he had no such luxury.
Thinking back, he hummed, recalling that his last memories were of staring into the large surveillance cameras and digesting the information on the reapers and their so-called Death Notes. He had read through the murderer's book and the rules, looking through each and everyone one thoroughly. There was one about a thirteen day cycle that had bothered him a lot and he had been hatching a plan to see if it was a true rule or not.
Light-kun had been with him then, proposing ideas and most of the time simply countering or deflecting his questions to the reaper, Rem. He remembered calling Quillish so he would set up the bargain with whichever country willing to set his plan in motion and then the screen with a W on his had promptly shown the following "All data deletion". Watari had been instructed to delete all the data he held should something unexpected happen to him and just as he had been calling for everyone to search for their errant reaper…
"I died," L summed it up neatly, as he thought back on his last moments, watching as Light smirked down on him like some parody of a God. If he'd had more time, perhaps he could have unmasked Yagami Light.
Damn.
Looking over the park, he sighed.
"So this is Death."
Suspended over a place like this? Surely, he was in hell.
To be Continued…
An old idea taken to become something a little bit more and a little bit less. A little bit more like a story and a little bit less like a Mary-Sue-self-insertion, you could say? No idea is stupid, indeed.
I've read the manga, I have yet to see the anime. I hope to do so soon, though. I enjoyed reading the graphic novel very much.
I thought about going for another kind of introduction, but this is a story about L, so I made the Prologue L-centric. He won't be having a love interest, though. It bothers me, too.
"Arisugawa-no-miya Memorial Park…" it does exist, people. In fact, it's actually kind of beautiful. Then again, I'm someone who likes going anywhere that's remotely interesting. L is different; he has certain tastes and certain (very distinct) distastes. Such a place where someone like me would find beauty, he would probably only find faults. He's quirky like that, but I enjoy writing him to be such a little brat. It's as cute as a button (and I can't help it).
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