Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note.
A/N: This is based on the anime ending, which I just watched for the first time. I must admit to liking the manga ending better (I prefer the manga over all really, as it developed Matt & Mello & Near more fully) but the anime ending is great in its own way. I did love the little touch with L at the end, with Light seeing him again. And L is the hallucination in this fic too, the vision Light has his eyes fixed on. Also if the Latin is wrong….I just used an English-to-Latin translator online, and if someone spies a mistake, I'll fix it.
This is Yagami Light. He is twenty-three years old. He is the god of the new world, and he is dying.
You, my dear little friend, are a rat. This is your warehouse, full of cardboard scraps to build your nest of; full of stale chip crumb roads careless workers leave behind them. A Hansel-and-Gretel path you might say if you were educated.
You are a speck upon the earth and you are living.
If Yagami Light had the strength to notice you, he would say this is supremely unfair.
The pale worm of your tail flicks upon his shoe, oh so carefully polished and glinting with the dying sun's light. Yagami Light does not notice you—his eyes are fixed on some vision only he can see. If he had the strength to arrange his face into some semblance of horror at his hallucination, he probably wouldn't anyway. Yagami Light is a god, and gods feel no fear.
But this is where you come in my companion, my small rat. As you are to the world; that is Yagami Light to the universe. A smidge of dirt at the corner of a book. Turn the page.
It is over; forgotten; done with.
But the difference is that Yagami Light is a genius, and thus believes himself more than mortal. But here he is, dying on the floor of a warehouse owned by a rat; god is on the cross and all the people sinners.
Superbia est sin of vir, is what you might say if you were human. But you are not, and I love you for it.
The click clack of your tiny nails, scrabbly on the tile steps goes unnoticed by god. The cautious poke of a nose, whiskers brushing against the earlobe of Yagami Light would by sacrosanct under any other circumstance—the audacity of a rat, to approach Kira, Justice, God!
Yagami Light dies like any other man.
Indeed, his last moments are so utterly anticlimactic. For the death of a god, there is only a soft exhale, like a woman's sigh as she starts to sew, and the closing of eyes already glazed with pain. Yagami Light does not burst into flame and his body does not become a great dove, a sign to the people.
He dies like any other man, for that is all he is, and he will be remembered less than most.
The warm corpse utterly disinterests you. The shadows in the hallway of your warehouse call, beckoning with uneaten crumbs and unexplored corridors.
The book is closed.Fabula est nisus
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