Sorry. Just watched the finale, and I had to write something…
Death note is not mine.
The darkness swallowed him slowly, a strange numbness overtaking his body.
This is it... This is death. Or mine, at least.
He knew in advance that neither Heaven nor Hell could accept him, yet he found a strange peace with this. Perhaps this limbo, this eternal floating, would be his damnation? Was he to spend eternity here in this netherworld?
His eyes slowly eased closed, his breathing calming as the light - the phenomenon for which he was named - overtook him, leading to only an abyss. Endless blackness.
If he had been sober at the time, had his head not swimming with dull yet overloaded senses and heart pounding to a slow, steady halt... had he not been dying, he would've sworn he'd seen L standing before him. He closed his eyes, not wanting to look at the sparkling, oddly beautiful apparition beneath the streaming tunnel of namesake.
He's not going to the same place as I.
But shouldn't he already be there? L had been dead for what seemed like a very, very long time. When was it that he'd last buried his face in that nest of unruly, silky black, or kissed the ghostly, moon-kissed skin?
But there he had stood, in the same ratty jeans as he remembered him in and a plain, ragged white shirt much too big for his slim and seemingly undernourished frame. Although Light new better, seeing first hand that he could eat a whole bakery in a mere hour and twenty minutes.
But he'd had the same, exhausted look as he'd always had; the same dark, foreboding eyes, the same hunched stance. Wasn't heaven supposed to rejuvenate? Or was that a legend brought on by the Christians who believed it so, that God would want everyone to be beautiful and young after death when at the same time he strove to prove all things, no matter how mottled in appearance, could have been beautiful at least on the inside?
But alas, Light was not going to Heaven and so would never find out. The same went for Hell, though he knew he deserved it.
He suddenly wished that everything Ryuk had said was a lie. He hadn't ever believed in a God, a Heaven, a Hell, even though the Death Note said he couldn't go to either if he used it, so it must be so.
L. How was he ever to be forgiven for what he did to him? And surely his father was turning in his grave... Oh, how the joke would have made him grimace, had he control over his body.
So. L had kept up to his word and won after all. Maybe not he personally, but his two 'successors', the hormonal, homicidal Melo and more similar, calculating Near had succeeded in bringing him to justice as well as death. And that was what made their terms of 'justice', for once, the exact same.
No. Matsuda had killed him. Or maybe Ryuk? He'd always said he'd be the one to write his name in his own book, their book... Light supposed this meant it was Ryuk's again.
He melded easily into his "death", the end of his life after that, thoughts zeroing in on the one he wanted to, and had gotten to, see one last time, before they were whisked to separate resting places.
Because... because I knew him...
His breath would have been labored, the pain would have returned if he had struggled to beat the oncoming eternity of a purgatory, a limbo, whatever it happened to be that was now restricting him from re-entering the waking world.
...my apparent 'perfect' world...
He had taken his apparent last breath well over an hour ago, and yet...
...was complete from the moment we met...
He hadn't even noticed.
He slipped easily into the dark nothingness, finally at peace.