A/N: Don't ask me why I wrote this. It was a random, pure random thought. Can't think, only write parodies. Yes, I'm very sorry, apologies to Katy Towell for copying and changing a bit of the sentence from The Little Girl Who Was Forgotten By Absolutely Everyone (Even the Postman).
Bored. I haven't started on homework and my mom's gonna kill me and I'm stressed and my nanowrimo hasn't even hit a 10 thousand. Oh well…
Disclaimer: Don't own Death Note, don't own The Little Girl Who Was Forgotten By Absolutely Everyone (Even the Postman)
Fade
Like a ghostly light…
He began to fade.
Until there was…nothing left.
When had he begun to fade?
He wondered why he'd never noticed it before.
He realized it was probably the day he met him. The day he exchanged glances with him during the entrance exam.
That was the day he had come down form his tower, into public view.
But the real fading began the moment he spoke.
"I am L."
Three words had sealed his fate and dimmed the colour and light.
The moment he had invited Light up to his tower, the light dimmed even more, colours began to blur and quality decreased steadily. Like an unfocused picture.
He attached a chain to Light, the handcuffs. These acted as a blindfold of sorts and slowed down the dimming. The clarity of his lithe figure sharpened…but only for a moment.
Before it began dimming again.
After the handcuffs were removed and Light positioned himself on the railings. A spectators view to the last display L was going to ever make.
He watched with unseeing eyes but with a knowing look, as L slowly ceased to exist.
But the world never saw that small blue light slowly fade to nothingness, all alone, save for Light, in that tower.
Because that small blue light was an unnamed man…
Who faded in the light of a self-proclaimed god he had sworn to stop.
Neither he nor Light Yagami were ever seen again…
Sometimes, on a rainy evening, when there's no thunder or lightning. If you're very still, and very quiet, you can almost hear the bells, that forbidden melody, forever echoing the resolution of a detective, who was forgotten by absolutely everyone.
The End
A/N: I don't know I why I did this. It was purely upon impulse and I hope that Katy Towell can forgive me.
Argh, I did such a bad job, every time I write something there's no plot, only deep philosophical value. And that isn't much.