Disclaimer: I do not own Death note in any way, shape, or form.
Note: Well, here I am again, giving Death Note fan fiction another try. This is going to be a series of ficlets of the drabbly-type (if that's even a word, which of course Word marks as incorrect), chronicling the final thoughts and such of the main characters as they die. Depressing, no? Ah, well. First one up is L.
Enjoy!
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Too Late
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L suddenly stops speaking in the middle of his sentence, and for that brief moment; the only sound heard is the purring of dozens of monitors, and as L feels his chest tighten and begins to fall over the chair, he swears he could hear the continuous tick-tock of a clock that's not there. For a split second, he wonders if it's the sound of his own life running out, in a metaphoric sense. Strange, since when has L been metaphorical?
L shatters the pure silence as he collides with the floor with a thump. He feels arms encircle his lithe form.
And it's Light.
Light, his prime suspect in this game of cat-and-mouse between himself and Kira. Golden Light, who's exceeded his parents – no, everybody's - expectations by far. Perfect Light, who swears he never lies with the intention of hurting someone.
Lies. L knows full-well that Light lies about lying. L's no saint either, but he knows, and oh does he know, that Light's life is a lie. He knows, he knows, he knows! He wants to make one of his mordant remarks one last time because he's childish, but he can't. L will be a sore loser until the very end, but he finds he can't even force the words out of his mouth to whine.
L just stares, because that's the only thing he can do. His eyes are focused on that deceiving "portrait of perfection" that's staring down at him, condescending him with those cunning brown eyes of his. Those eyes that could switch from malice to innocence in a second.
And the maddening ticking of that invisible clock grows louder and louder in his ears, and memories that long lay forgotten in the dark recesses of his mind surface again – those chaotic memories of days, months, years long past.
The bells are ringing noisily as well, and he knows they're for a funeral, not a wedding.
His funeral.
And Light, he's smirking smugly, haughtily, because he thinks he's won, and L, he knew it, all along he knew it, and hell, his eyes are closing and a blanket of ever-lasting blackness is curtaining his vision; that sadistic smirk is fading away, and oh he knew it! Light is Kira and he should have arrested him when he had the chance, but…
But it's too late now.
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Author's Note: So yep, please review to tell me what you think. I love reviews. =3
On an interesting note, my own watch was ticking while I was writing this... Funny, no?