Death Note: Dream of A Shining World

Summary: Slightly AU. Light struggles to hold onto his dream.


This is the world he dreams of, the breath before the condemnation (the nib scratching lives into the paper and turning them to dust), and in the forty seconds that tick away ghostlike into the final abyss. He dreams of a perfect world, where evil cowers in fear (of him) and good people can be free without being afraid of the dark.

Every time he writes, neatly and boldly (the ink black and harsh on white), he knows, (somewhere deep within) that it cannot last forever, because human lives are mortal (fragile), and one day his time will run out, if not from an accident then from the inescapable reach of old age.

Ryuk hovers behind, watchful as always, his grim presence like a chill shadow. Lately it seems to Light that he is waiting.

The newspapers tell no more stories of the battle between L and Kira. Now they are controlled absolutely by him, filled with the gushing letters from admirers and mindless followers. Sometimes he tries to read them, but is soon sickened by their praise and unthinking adoration. Don't they know what he had to give up for them? All that he has sacrificed and forgotten?

It is these times his purpose falters and he doesn't know what he has left. Only the Death Note, the pen, and the weighty knowledge that what he does is good, and just.

In the nights the illumination of the computer is the only light in the room, and the man, in his rumpled shirttails, sits and dreams of his perfect world, while behind the death god continues to wait for the end.


Author's Note: Maybe a little too romantic perspective on Light…