AN: Just a little Death Note one shot to help the creative processes…Opposites is kicking my ass…again. Soory.
Warning: SPOILERS do NOT read if you haven't read past book nine-ish
Disclaimer: Sadly, I am not the creative genius behind Death Note's brilliant plot or beautiful art. I do not own Death Note in way, shape, or form.
Obsession
L Lawlet was weird. He knew he was weird; he was a genius after all. He knew most people didn't have to sit with their knees up or lose forty percent of their reasoning ability. He knew most people didn't see things the way he saw them. He knew that most people wouldn't do some of the things he did to find out answers.
Because that was what mattered to L; the answers. The answers that were always hiding, so that it felt like the constant curiosity would eat him alive. That was why he worked so hard and went far above and beyond the ethics of the question. He had to know. No mater the answer, L had to have it.
L also knew he was obsessed. His need for knowledge was a compulsion he couldn't deny. And his love of foods one he didn't want to. He knew one day that his obsessions would be the end of him one day. He was a genius after all. He knew that obsessions clouded the mind and left the holder helpless. But that knowledge alone could not stop his need to know the answers or his desire to forget himself in the sweet taste of chocolate.
The day he realized what was happening to the world's criminals; the moment it became clear that a person was killing them all off in what could only be considered systematic executions, L knew this would be the obsession that would be the end of him. He knew he would do anything to find the killer, now styling himself as Kira, who thought himself righteous in his murder. He would even die.
When L looked into the eyes of Light Yagami, his last breath fluttering from his lungs, he knew. There had been a change in him, before, when they found the Shinigami. Now that change stood naked before L, even as he lay dying. Light's manic smirk, the dark glee in his eyes gave L the answer he had died for. Light Yagami was Kira. He was right. He stopped fighting the spasms of his heart, stopped in futile attempts to draw breath into lungs that refused to function. He looked into the eyes of his first friend, of his murderer, and his salvation and he allowed the dark hand of sleep to take him.
He knew, of course he knew, that he would see Light-kun again. They would meet in Muu, where Light would lose everything he most desired. They would be friends there too. L would lose his need to know; Light would lose his need to rule. They would meet again though, and L would ask his obsession just one question before the end of need. Just one question before the beginning of friendship. Just one.
Was it worth everything you lost; everything you could of had?
Because L was obsessed. And even lost in the dark eternity of nothing, a place where all things are equal, he was obsessed. He would always be obsessed. Light Yagami, Kira, had consumed him and his very soul. Even the answer would never be enough.
Because he was obsessed.