He was different.
He constantly consumed sweet sugary snacks that should've given him diabetes.
He only took on the most difficult assignments as long as he found them interesting.
He thought he could have a break before his next big assignment.
That was when Kira happened.
Killings, killings, and more killings occurring world-wide from the same ruthless murderer.
He went to Japan on intuition, and found the location of the killer because the killer wanted him dead.
He figured out the pattern and had already gone down to one suspect he was absolutely positive of.
He took on the challenges the killer presented to him headfirst. And succeeded.
A new Kira began killing.
He needed to find the fake.
He played tennis with the enemy. And lost.
He drank coffee with the killer.
He explained that if he sat normally his deductive skills would decrease by forty percent.
That was when Light found Misa.
That was when he figured out both Kiras.
When he finally found the killers, he finally found a friend.
The friend that he chained himself to.
The friend that he physically fought with.
The only friend that stood outside in the rain with him when he started hearing the bells again.
His only friend that pretended to believe he would find the killer.
His only friend hated him on the inside.
His only friend wanted him dead.
His only friend who influenced a shinigami to write down the young detective's name in the Death Note.
His only friend was Light Yagame.
His only friend was Kira.
Light backstabbed him.
No. Kira backstabbed him.
He died with a smile on his face.
He left this world knowing he was right.
Knowing even though he was betrayed, he still found a friend.
He embraced death.
He was different.
He was the world's greatest detective.
He was justice.
He was L Lawliet.
He is dead.