Author's note: These drabbles are mostly just practice, and are just written whenever I can think of something. Don't think too much of them.
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Light. Illumination. Radiance. Goodness. The meaning behind it is so obvious it makes L want to cry.
But he doesn't, of course. L does not cry. He thinks.
Logical. Emotionless. Cold.
Does that make him the darkness? The darkness is always cold. Freezing, even; making bones brittle and skin able to shatter with the slightest touch.
If Kira is Light, and L is darkness, then which one is the true justice? A murderer is a murderer, but everyone knows that darkness is associated with evil. And light is always good. Light is goodness.
L thinks and thinks and thinks, and it feels like the thoughts are pouring out his eyes in place of tears. Yet no one can see them. His eyes are cold.
Dark.