A/N: Hope you guys enjoy my DN fic!
Disclaimer: Do I look like I own Death Note? Seriously? If I did, would I be writing fanfics instead of the real thing?
Prologue
Topaz eyes stared at the dark haired man, a triumphant glint to the orbs that went unnoticed by all but the one his eyes were trained on. The dark eyes that grew wide in shock and pain knew, they knew it was him; they knew he'd finally won.
L clutched his chest where his heart would be as he toppled over from his chair. In an instant, just before the raven haired detective hit the ground Light caught him, saving him the pain of colliding with the hard floor.
Shouts of the mans' name were heard, each tone holding concern and fear. It was refreshing to Light. "Ryuuzaki!" He cried in feigned concern. Unlike his voice, his eyes held the truth.
L stared deep into those piercing eyes wondering why. Not why he was dying, that he knew, but why the Shinigami's chose to taint what was once a very pure boy that could have, and would have done so much good. He could see, deep under the red gleam, a flicker of sorrow, hurt, fear. So much like a child's, so much like his own past self.
Light didn't get it. He didn't get it at all. There was absolutely no fear in the obsidian orbs, none whatsoever, in its place was what seemed...pity, confusion and dread. But not for himself, Light noted, but for him, the others' murderer. He remained silently looking into the clouding eyes that continued to stare back at him as they dimmed. Before the light left those calculating eyes forever, Light felt as if he was sucked into a whole other universe, memories flooding him.
They weren't his memories. They were L's.
Blinking back to life, Light noticed tears running down his cheeks. No! his heart screamed while his brain laughed, albeit the laugh sounded muffled now.
Kicked, abused, being thrown out into the streets for sneezing. Being forced to sleep in a kitchen cabinet allowed to eat nothing but one thing a day, some sort of sweet. Sexually abused. Getting saved after literally being thrown out of a car going 90 miles an hour. Safe. Friends. Knowledge that he could help the world. Love for his made up family, his heirs. Lonely, isolated. Pressure to keep going even if he were to lose. First friend. Challenge. Desire. Pain. Understanding. Longing. Regret.
It was so much, too much. He chocked out a sob as he closed his eyes and embraced the cold inert body. "L, oh gods." He felt a warm large hand fall on his shoulder in a comforting manner, but he shoved it off.
He was dirty. He'd killed an innocent, oh so innocent man that had been tortured for almost all of his life; a man that had blocked his past from himself to do right.
"Son, you have to let go." Soichiro, his father, said, sadness laced with his words. "It wasn't your fault." The man continued making Light feel sick.
Oh how wrong her was. But Light remained silent as he freed the lifeless detective from his embrace, letting him go.