I don't own Death Note, if I did poor little L would have less to angst about.
Title comes from Les Miserables.
A Little Fall of Rain
The haze of rain obstructed his view, the lights of the world around him faded into gray. L wondered if the real world believed in foreshadowing; if real life spoke in metaphor. He closed his eyes feeling the mist coat his face, running like tears. Would the world mourn him? Was it already?
Light approached scowling, and again L was struck with the utter foreboding that Light carried with him. Something had changed when Light touched the notebook.
L paid very little attention to his banter with Light, surprising himself as he mentioned the bells. Of course Light couldn't hear them. They were alarm bells or perhaps funeral bells; L's internal feeling towards the young man standing next to him. L looked at the sky.
Was this symbolism for his life? He hoped that all the crimes he had solved and people he had helped would have at least garnered him a spare ray of sunlight. Perhaps, however, if he looked at his life a different way; seldom had he enjoyed life… laughed… or loved. If that was what the world wanted from him he supposed the leaden sky fit well enough.
He knew he had lost. A feeling he longed to prove wrong, but… the world it seemed already wept for him. The bells tolled. He allowed Light to draw him inside.
He held his towel, unwilling to dry off; still wanting to cling to this last earthly lament. It was impractical but it felt like his last contact with the outside world. One he hadn't even been able to see and enjoy as he hoped, instead he had been cut off; obstructed by rain. Fitting really, as he had never truly been part of the world. Always in hiding. He watched Light as he adamantly scrubbed away. Sighing he knelt by Lights feet. It must be unnerving for the boy, if this was the world's way of crying farewell.
Touch. Something he had always lacked, and strange that he would seek it now from Light. But who else would he turn to? Perhaps he would be too late if he waited for Watari; for a last hug or smile. Rain dripped down his face to Lights foot. L stared for a moment waiting, watching irrationally to see if it left a mark. He apologized as Light wiped the wetness from his face. An almost companionable silence accompanied L drying his feet.
"It's sad isn't it?"
"Huh?" Light looked up at him surprised.
"It's nearly time to say farewell."