Week 86: Yellow Box
Title: Nature Knows Best.
Author: Sun
Fandom: Death Note
Rating: Mature
Genre: Canon, Horror, Supernatural (This is Death Note we're talkin' about here!)
Word Count: 539
Summary: Seconds after his death, Light is met by a few familiar faces.
L couldn't help it as he stood over the body of Yagami Light, watching him bleed out slowly; a small snicker escaped him. The young man's eyes settled on his old archnemesis, and they focused for barely a second.
"Ryuuzaki…" he mumbled.
Anyone else passing by would have noted the absurdity of Light's statement, but none would have said anything about it, L knew. After all, there's no one who babbles incoherently like a man on the verge of death.
As L knelt down at the base of the rusted stairs, his lips twitched, slowly spreading and curling into a vicious grin that was very unlike his usual nature. His grey eyes were cold and emotionless as he stared down at Light. A thin stream of blood trickled past Light's thin lips, gathering in the corner of his mouth before dribbling down his chin and dripping onto the front of his shirt – which was already stained dark with blood.
The long-dead detective smiled as he watched the light leave his enemy's eyes – a sight he had long hoped for. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to the murderer's ear and whispered, "I told you I'd see you to your execution – Kira."
There was a chuckle behind him. "We sure did." He stood, tucking his hands into his pockets and turning, giving the young woman behind him a nonchalant look. Naomi stood just a few paces back, and she was smirking brightly, her eyes alive with their victory.
"Although it was Near doing most'a the work," Matt said from where he leaned in the large, arched doorway, his gloved arms crossed over his chest. Mello stood in front of him, inside the opening, glaring at Light's body with angry eyes.
"If I was alive right now, I'd be kicking you, you prick!" He made a spitting motion at the dead body sprawled on the stairs. Matt chuckled and patted his longtime friend's shoulder. "Just focus on where he's goin', Mel."
"Don't call me that!"
L rolled his eyes lazily. "Come on," he said, catching sight of one more standing in the corner, mostly concealed by the darkness. "We've had our chance. Let's leave the rest to nature." One by one, each spirit ignoring the shinigami standing in the blackness, they each shuffled out of the warehouse, seeking their own afterlives.
Ryuk came closer to the human's body, grinning at the stillness of Light's heart.
"Did you hear that, Raito? He called me 'nature,'" he told the boy, reaching forward. His clawed hand sank through Light's flesh, through the dead boy's muscles and tissues. He felt his fingers slide along the silky threads of Light's soul, and he gave a good, tender yank, separating soul from body.
As Light's spirit emerged, it blinked furiously, it's mouth twisting and contorting into heinous, horrified screams that no one, not even Ryuk, could hear.
The apple-loving shinigami snickered darkly, obviously amused. "I told you, Raito. Any human that uses the Death Note won't go to Heaven or Hell." His eyes flashed, and his grin deepened, becoming especially malicious in the dying sunlight. "You don't want to know where you're going."
Dragging the still silently screaming spirit behind him, Ryuk disappeared, Yagami Light in tow.