A Death Note Short Story:
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L Lawliet did not want to be there. There was nothing he wanted to do more than just run away, return to the investigation and bury his mind beneath the menial task of catching Kira. Nothing could keep him where he was standing; nothing could make him look at what he was seeing.
There she was, Misa Amane, the cause of all the trouble. Clinging to his- to Light, wrapping her thin, slender frame around the young man's body. Kissing him passionately, furiously, as if she wanted nothing in the world more than to kiss him. L knew the feeling.
L Lawliet did not want to be there. His world was being torn apart and stamped on by what he was seeing, hearing, knowing… His heart was crushed and his mind destroyed, but even knowing this, even knowing that every second he stayed there he became more and more detached from himself, from reality, even knowing that whatever he did from now on had no meaning, he could not find the will to move away.
L saw Misa slide her arm under the front of Light's shirt, pulling herself closer to him, one cold hand against his chest. L saw Light shiver with pleasure, and drag Misa over towards the bed. L saw Misa pull Light onto her, her mouth never once leaving his, her hands reaching for the buttons of his shirt. L didn't know what to do, what to say, what to think. Truth be told, he couldn't think; the greatest mind of its century was, for an indefinite amount of time, dysfunctional. It did nothing; no amount of logic or reason would drag him away from that doorway.
L Lawliet did not want to be there; the trouble was, he couldn't not be there.
AN: Hey guys! Here's a short story. You know, for fun. Its really short, and its meant to be really short. I'll probably turn this into a collection of one-shots soonish.
Oh, and I don't own Death Note. Just so ya know...