4 days after finding Raito's body, a funeral was held. The task force tried to talk L into going, but he couldn't. He hated himself. He hated the wave after wave of emotions he felt, and wanted it to stop.
Then a plan came to him.
He waited for them to leave, their last words "don't do anything rash."
If only they had any idea.
He
waited 20 minutes to make sure they were gone, then he got out of
bed. He wondered around the headquarters, checking all the places
they may have hid the Death Note. At last
he found it, hidden in a
drawer. He felt like they had wanted him to find it.
He walked out into the main room. On the monitors, he watched himself walk in. He knew he was being recorded, and that Watari would watch over everything, but he didn't care.
L walked out onto the streets, clutching the Death Note in one hand, a pen in another.
He looked up and walked to the first guy he saw."Sir," He asked politely, opened the Death Note and putting the pen on the paper, "Will you be so inclined as to tell me your full name?"
The man stopped and took in L's appearance. He shrugged and replied "Daiki Nakashimi."
L nodded his head in thank you, scribbled the name and walked off. After his name he specified the time of death to be an hour from now. L wandered from person to person, writing their name and giving them the same time of death.
He wasn't sure who many people he'd written down –he'd guess maybe 30, and then walked back into the building. He still had 30 minutes before people on the streets dropped dead.
He accessed countless criminal profiles, many political people, random civilians. Anyone he could get his hands on. He needed at least 100 people to die.
He leaned back in the chair. He still had 3 minutes left, but he wasn't going to write anymore names. Not yet at least. He glanced at the note book, guessing that he had over 200 names written down. He turned on the TV and waited.
And that's when he realized that he didn't want to see it.
Quickly, he turned off the TV, breathing hard. He didn't want to know if these people die or not. He really didn't.
After all, he was only waiting for the final part of his plan.
L grabbed a piece of paper and wrote one line.
"I went to join Raito."
Then L grabbed the Death Note, and shakily wrote his own name. After that he wrote "Suicide by slitting wrists." He wanted to die like Raito had.
The next 40 seconds lasted forever. L hugged himself tightly, knowing this was it. No turning back now.
40 seconds were up, L found a box cutter.
And it all ended.
Well, I had the second chapter already done, so I thought I'd post it. I'm thinking about doing a third chapter, but I'm not sure. Tell me what ya think .