Hello. It's past twelve, meaning it's technically morning now, and I am on my DSi. Why, hello there, I have no spell check. LightxL if ya squint hard. Meh. The DSi has limited space. This will will be short. Next chapter is a better version. Details in the next.

Enjoy.


Rem was writing it down.

Dusty black scrawls over white paper, spelling his name right under that of another: with victory so near, it was hard not to gloat. L had never expected a thing, the poor-candy lover! Hah, take that you insufferable freak! A few more seconds seemed so slow in Light's innocent-looking eyes, each tick feeling like an eternity with his impatience. His fingers kept from quivering with anticipation.

The screen went black. Chaos unsurprisingly erupted throughout the Taskforce by a mix of fearful gasps and panicked glances towards L. Light could feel that heavy gaze on his skin as a monotonous voice dragged out his explanation, dull midnight orbs avoiding his own yet that piercing predatory sensation of being observed still present.

Light was listening more to the subtle rise and falls of the tone, to the fleeting intonations, than to the words themselves. A happy-go lucky countdown of the greatest detective's final moments.

Then he fell.

"Ryu... Ryuuzaki!"

"L!"

Screams as coal-colored hair cascaded in a falling dance to the floor, metallic utensil clattering ominusly on the icy cold tiles. Light embraced that body tight, L's conciousness slipping away like droplets through a dripping sink. Smile, beautiful ugly smile that L wanted to touch, but didn't nor wouldn't nor couldn't. His heart faltered prematurely, deep obsidian eyes wide yet accepting upon seeing that smile.

Light.

Light is darkness, and the darkness is Light. Because L didn't have a heart to die with anyway. He had already lost his to the serial killer's ignorence. Rather, now that L thought back, maybe he had just given it away. To the remainders of the now destroyed naviety in those red-tinged eyes.

Sleep.