Retrospect
Here was this man, this undeniably complicated detective. Or so he seemed, the insensitive bastard. Just sitting there in that laughable crouch, shoveling glucose into his wretched body, mulling over case files that would stubbornly reveal to him no more than they had the day before. He was actually ridiculously simple, and I was the only one who saw it. I looked at him, this man who was to die tomorrow and he had absolutely no idea.
And to think, I had thought I loved him. But I hadn't, and wasn't that just a relief? Truly, my combined memories of knowing Ryuuzaki as Light and now of knowing L as Kira had led me to see through any and every unemotional front he had ever constructed. I knew exactly who and what this man was.
And it was nothing like he had ever made himself appear.
He was not empathetic. He recognized nothing of the feelings of others.
He was not sympathetic, for he did not even try to pretend to understand, as I often did.
Nor, for either of the previous points, was he even remotely apathetic.
No, he required no particular prefix to describe him in all his simplicity. He was only pathetic, and soon he'd be nothing at all. Completely gone from this world and all its flaws, many of them the result of his own deplorable existence.
He would be dead tomorrow, and I knew without a doubt that despite outward appearances of grief from all of us, no one would particularly mind.
Good bye L, and good riddance.
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Whoo, odd little one shot. Totally unplanned on my part, I just randomly opened a Word document and started typing. Anyway, off to do homework and procrastinate on writing you know what. Sorry guys, it's getting there, I swear.