Evening everyone. I don't really know if the Deathnote fandom is still alive- and if it is, in a sane state, not that we ever were- but I had this in my head and had to write it. So here it is. Lawlight angst for everyone to enjoy. Have fun reading and please review!
I was right. Even now, on my very deathbed which is Light Yagami's lap and arms, I take pride in knowing that the mass murderer known as Kira, is in fact Light. I look up into his amber- red almost eyes, and I can tell he knows that I know, his body praticially radiates the words- 'you loose.'
I do not however want to be right. Even now. I look at his face for any sign of friendship or love- anything but find none. I shouldn't be surprised- I guess deep down I did know it was all an act. An act I was an all to willing to participate in and play along. I was desperate for a friend- and suddenly Light came along- who was just as educationally gifted, friendly, and accepting of who I was. I took his bait eagerly. All the smiles, the midnight cake feasts, and, (though it was an unspoken rule that we never talked about it), the times we would comfort each other after nightmares when we were still chained. I remember him crying into my shoulder and me stroking his auburn hair until he slept gain. I wish it had not been a preference, and that I could die now knowing at least one person had cared about me- been my friend.
I hear Matsuda San yell the label that I gave the others and told them it was my name and I weep internally that it I could not hear my real name in my last moments. My eyes, done for searching for something they can't nor shan't find in my killers eyes, and flicker shut. I wonder briefly if there is a Heaven or Hell, but dismiss the idea quickly. Besides, if. I did go to either of those places, it would mean I could still feel. And, I deacide, I never want to make the mistake of feeling again.
Despite this thought though, I still can not bring myself to stop caring for Light. Still, as he himself kills me, my last thoughts before oblivion are of how after all this, this sick game we have been playing with each other, I would still give my life so he could live.