The rain poured heavily, carving a sickening beat into L's head. It droned on and on until it was almost in synchronicity with the bells he heard in the distance. Closing his eyes, he could feel himself begin to fly over the clouds, towards something he vaguely remembered had even existed while working on this case. It was a place of dreams, terrors, loneliness, and companionship. Wammy's House stood erect and tall in his mind. He gazed up at it's massive, awesome construction, hands in his pockets and a look of pain tying into his face. He could see children playing in the yard out back from a distance. They were laughing, crying, screaming. A pang of guilt shot at his chest like an arrow, demanding its way into his heart - a place that he tried so hard not to use during the last few hours of this case. He closed his eyes solemnly and sighed. This was for the best, he told himself. Everything would work itself out.
He opened his eyes again to see a different scene now. One from only a few weeks ago, in the room that he and Light shared. L could see himself sitting on the couch, with Light beside him (of course, where else would he be? He was handcuffed, after all.) Light was reading a book while L was eating a piece of cake. A pretty normal scene for that time. Light was peaceful, L was the closest to happy he could be with something of a companion beside him. This was the last time they had done this before they caught Higuchi, before everything changed. Another pang of emotion - this time, that of sorrow - hit him in the chest. Light was, he hated to say, his best friend. Now, things were different. Light was replaced with Kira, and he'd never see his best friend again. He closed his eyes to hold back the tears that were daring to leak out. Although no one would see it if anyone were to come up, he would feel them. Feeling was the last thing he wanted to do right now.
He opened his eyes again, but was now met with a small, comfortable scene. He saw himself again, only this time he was much younger. Little L sat at a table, eating cake, while Watari sat across from him, a smile upon the old man's face. Watari was old, even back then. Little L kicked his feet, which were too short to even come close to the ground, as he happily ate his cake. The cake smeared across the child's face, making a mess. Watari reached across with a napkin and cleaned up the mess on the child's face, making the child pause.
"I love you, Watari." The child smiled.
"I love you too, Lawliet." Watari smiled back.
Another pang of emotion, something like love and nostalgia, shot towards his chest in a jagged and rough motion. This was a long time ago, when he could still love and openly say the word. That luxury had been taken from him. Everything was different now. Everything. Could Watari still love me, he wondered? Could that old man still find it in his heart to love me, even after everything we've been through together? He closed his eyes one last time, before opening them and seeing the rain pour down still. The bells were still ringing. They never stopped, they were only quieter until this day, signalling the day of his death. All of the fear he had was gone, and now the only feeling he had was acceptance.
He felt the presence of another person, and could vaguely hear the foosteps through the rain. Light. No, not Light. Light was gone. This man was Kira. The sound of the bells grew louder, and L closed his eyes once more, one last time, but they would not carry him away from this scene. It was time.