Destroyed
It seemed a shame at first. At first when L's body hit the floor, and all life within the young man came seeping out in a bloody gasp for air. It seemed a very big shame that such a beautiful mind would be destroyed, and killed. Taken away from the earthly grounds.
It was rare you found such a masterpiece.
But the thing that some knew that most did not was that L was far from a masterpiece. He seemed a genius, a master of any subject thrown to him, the detective that could very well top the one and only Sherlock Holmes by any feat.
But in all truth, every human had a flaw, even the Mona Lisa appeared to be an ugly woman at first glance. So in such, every master piece had a flaw. So, so did L. It was no hidden secret, to any practical human being that shoudl see into his eyes, the pain and tragedy. The anguish.
He spent every night in a living hell, a heated debate with himself and it had been that way since the sun rays had first hit him when he was young.
He grew up a sad and lonely boy and died that way. Born into mysteries, and died that way. To be in truth, L had never been happier then in the time of his death because he knew the pain and suffering were all over, all his pain. All his devotion had been injected into solving the Kira case and in the last few moments before death grabbed him he saw Light Yagami give him a sick, twisted, crooked smile and that's when he knew. He had solved the Kira case.
Light was Kira and he had only yet to tell everyone, but he knew the two hungry vultures at the Whammy House would gladly step in his place, find his files that suggested Light to be the killer and would solve it within a moments time. Then one of them would be proclaimed the successor of L and the best detective known to man, since L. Then each successor, would become more and more distant to the title of successor of L. They would become the successor of Near or Mello, and then Successor of that, and Successor of him.
The world would forget him altogether, but that not matter to L. No not at all, what mattered to him was the fact he had been killed into oblivion. Killed to spend his life in damnation for all his sins.
Never had he even taken up a religion and all to heavens sake, he wish he had because he was scared, not knowing where he was going when his eyes would finally close, not knowing if he would be given to Satan, to God? To be reincarnated? Who could possibly know?
And within the seconds of death hat wrapped around him he knew that he was happier than he had ever been; being destroyed. He smiled and felt the release. The bells pounded in his head, and the steady rain, yes he could feel it on his skin.
He could feel all that pain and terror course through him, he could feel all of it at once. Watari's words to not mind the others, Watari's words to love his life, Watari's words..Watari..
He felt his hands hold him by the shoulders and he saw the fear in the older mans eyes.
"Fear not Watari..we are dead.." L whispered cooly as he closed his eyes.
The older mans see-through appearance wrapped around him in the dark oblivious bliss.
And for once L wrapped himself around him back and began to weep. "Fear not Watari, for you and I are gone. We are no longer on earth and we no longer have a meaning."
L's voice began through with a poetic hint through his words and Watari all at once disappeared and then that's when L knew he was more depressed than he had ever been.
Watari, he was gone, his father.
He curled himself into a ball and looked out into the oblivion.
"Gone."