In a Heartbeat
SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 25. One-shot, L-centric. In a heartbeat, you saw, and you knew. (ALL DATA DELETION)
A/N: This is my first DN work, so don't eat me. Yet. Also, at this time, I've only seen up to Episode 27, so try not to spoil me in your reviews.
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. Neither do I own a Death Note. You don't want me to own either one.
The power flares, and the screens flash emergency-red to blinding white. ALL DATA DELETION, they read. ALL DATA DELETION.
And of course, you were expecting it. You never get caught off-guard. Never. It just isn't you. There is no time, though, to pat yourself on the back, because this is a bad sign. It means that Watari is in trouble. It almost certainly means that you have been betrayed.
It very likely means that you are next to go.
Through the confusion, you coolly inform the others, "I instructed Watari to delete all the data if something unexpected should happen to him." Shouts of panic and confusion follow this statement. Almost in a state of unreal calm, you rise slightly in your chair, and tell them, "Everyone, the shiniga—"
(heartbeat)
White-hot-red-bloody shards of pain erupt in your chest. The world freezes into black-white-grayscale perfect clarity as you tumble from your chair in what seems to you like infinite agonized slow-motion. For an eternal moment, you just barely catch a fading glimpse of Light Yagami's face above you.
Suddenly, everything stops. Suddenly, you can't breathe. Suddenly, you see, and you know.
Light. The perfect suspect. The innocent victim. The son of the Chief of Police. Your first and only friend. The answer. The question. The enigma.
You see the blood-crimson gleam of triumph in Light's eyes, and know—not think, not deduce, not suspect or assume, but know with absolute, unquestioning certainty.
Light is Kira.
And you are surprised at how you feel about that.
You aren't angry that he's outsmarted you for what you now know is the last time.
You aren't bitter that you could never prove what you always (seemingly irrationally) assumed.
You aren't regretful that you brought him here and let him half-lead the investigation with you.
You aren't saddened that the first and now the only friend you ever managed to make is a cold-hearted murderer who has quite almost literally stabbed you in the back.
You are ecstatic—
Because this means that you were right all along.
You were right.
And that is the last feeling you ever have before your marvelous brain, too, flashes emergency-red to blinding white:
ALL DATA DELETION.
A/N: ...Yeah, I was very sad. Drop a line!