A/N: Kay, just a short peice in memory of out beloved L. Also counts as an apology peice for not posting something for his birthday. Of course, I threw him a party, but I still feel kinda bad. Anywho... read and enjoy! As always, I don't own anything... not even the L plush I'm hugging right now. It's borrowed.
The quiet filling the room was suffocating.
Not that hit hadn't been noiseless in the past, but this silence crushed down upon Light, pulling away his breath and sucking at his will to remain standing.
Everything was exactly the same as it had been that morning: the coffee ring on the table that had bothered Light in the past was still there, faded on the almost-in-perfect-condition (save for that most irksome stain) night-stand, next to a tray of partially eaten sweets that L would never touch again. Could never touch again. Because he was dead.
There, he had said – well, thought – it. Before he had not even been able to do that – and it had nagged at his consciousness even more than that coffee ring had. Why? Was it possible that he felt… regret? Was that what it was?
No. Of course not. Light was god. God did not 'regret' things. Not even the death of a friend.
Of course, L had been his greatest rival – his only obstacle. Perhaps… it was out of respect for the dead opponent? Yes, that must be it. L had been a worthy adversary, and it was out of his high esteem for the strange detective that Light must work to think – and was still unable to speak – about the fact that he was dead, would never come around again.
And Light hadn't really killed him. It was not his hand that wrote down his name, in the end. No, that was Rem… and the shinigami had died to kill the young man.
Paying for the crime of taking such a worthy person from the world?
Yes, Light hadn't killed L. True, it was his actions that had pushed Rem to the decision to kill him. True, he had wanted L dead.
That he felt nothing for dead man? False.
He could no longer keep it from himself as he found himself on the detectives' rarely used bed, holding his disused pillow like it was a holy relic with one hand, a sucker from the tray in the other. Yes, L was gone, and he almost wished it wasn't so. Almost because, though he needed him dead, he would have so liked to show him a new, perfect world. After all, L would be one person who could really appreciate the peace he was creating, after all he had seen when he was trying to act as justice.
Slowly, Light – who never under any circumstances, ate sweets – unwrapped the sucker, and unthinkingly popped it into his mouth. Almost instantly, a bitter, broken smile wormed its way onto Light's features. It tasted like him.
"L," I miss you, "watch me make my new world…" because I'm making it for you.
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Bless'd be,
Kanki