-Rain-
L stood there.
Yes, he simply stood there, and nothing else much more. He did not move; he barely blinked. He did not even think; which was odd for him.
But as the rain began to pour harder onto his rigid body, he couldn't help but begin to take in the view from his spot on top of the mighty Kira Investigation Head Quarters.
The evening was young, but the sky was darkening due to the thick storm clouds, covering the soft blue sky like a suffocating blanket of darkness. The teardrops coming through the blanket in a sort of agonizing attempt to escape from the wicked foe.
He let his hand suddenly throw back to look up into the sky, his eyes searching the clouds and watching the drops of cold wet liquid hit him square in the face. It was odd to watch a raindrop move. To watch its dissent from the sky in slow-motion.
He felt the drops hit his already icy cold skin, sliding down his skin quickly, feeling it's pathway go down his cheeks in the opposite direction that tears would fall.
Tears..
He hadn't cried since Watari had died. Not once. He wasn't sure how to react to the death. Should he grieve over his own loss for another human? A human he had held dearly against his heart..
He knew he should be he couldn't bring himself to do it. He couldn't even make himself shed tears. He simply dealt with the throbbing hole in his heart, opening more and more as the tears beat across his body and only then did he realize just how hard the rain was falling.
Until then he hadn't heard the violent screaming winds, the slicing sounds as the rain crashed into the concrete, or even the cracking of occasional thunder. But not he did.
He swallowed a gasp and brought his head back to look at the city again from his perch. He scanned his eyes across the building and roads and not once did his eyes make contact with a single human. Some cars, but even still not many and this was a bustling city.
That only led him to believe that this storm could even quite possibly have been a hurricane by this time.
It was possible. Three hours ago they had left the funeral, then they had made their way to the will-reading. Everyone who had attended had gotten something.
Each person of the Task Force got One million dollars. Which they were all quite surprised about, and at the same time, quite shy about receiving.
Near, Mello, and Matt were given special letters, enclosed was a letter written by Watari himself and decided they should read when they had at least turned Twenty. Wether they opened it when he said to or not, L didn't know and wouldn't pester them about.
What was even in the letter he didn't know.
Howere, in addition, all three were also given three million dollars each as an apology for not visiting as much as he could and should have.
The rest of the Wammy children were given three million as a whole and were told to use it to have a big party in celebration of his passing.
L was sure that the money would put to the proper use as Roger was handling the entire affair. And he let his mind rest on that basis.
Then there came the reading of what he, himself, would get. Under the alias of Rue Ryuzaki.
L received the rest of his inheritance which came to a whopping nine billion dollars. Also in this came all of his estates, his planes, helicopters, and finally a letter was given to him which Watari told him to open when he was alone.
He had opened that letter as soon as they had returned to Head Quarters in the confines of his own room which he rarely entered.
He opened it while sitting in the middle of the bed, knees to his chest and back arched, chin resting on his knees.
Enclosed was his, L Lawliet's, birth certificate. His mother and father's certificate and a complete summary of what had happened to his parents. Also enclosed were pictures of their murdered bodies.
It had been something he had pestered Watari every day to give to him. Now he got it.
He had stared at the pictures for a long time, both of their faces mutilated and stomach ripped open. There was no message; it had been an escaped psychopath who had killed his parents, a rarity that seemed like something straight out of a horror-flick. However, this was not a horror flick..this was life.
The last and final letter was from Watari, which to be simple, were last words saying that he knew he wanted to see and know about his parents death and that he thought that if he hadn't told him or given this letter to him before he died, then he couldn't die peacefully knowing he never knew about it.
Then on the last lines it read,
L, I loved you like the son I never had. I want to make sure that you know that and know that well.
-Quillish Wammy AKA Watari.
L almost cringed as he felt over the signature with his fingers, feeling the slight indent in the paper where he pressed slightly harder on his signature.
He had always noticed he did that..
Now, at present time, he stood staring into the eyes of a blazing storm.
He hadn't watched the news in sometime so who knew if this just so happened to a raging storm that the weatherman had overlooked. Who knew if this would be his last rain to see.
And more importantly, who cared?
"Ryuzaki! Chief sent me to find you…What're you doing?"
The strained voice met his ears and he turned to see the face of none other than Matsuda, his eyes wide as he looked into L's own dull eyes.
"…." L did not reply but simply stood there, letting the rain wash over his suit as it clung to his thin frame. Drenched…
"Ryuzaki, come back inside! You'll get sick or something out here!" Matsuda yelled louder, cupping his hands around his mouth.
L hesitantly removed his eyes from the former police officer and looked out at the city. Catching Kira, he supposed could be a great way to try and fill the hole in his heart but…
"Ryuzaki!"
L turned once more, even more slowly than the last time. But nevertheless, he turned his head and began to trudge through the thick sheets of water that had collected on the building's rooftop, unable to slide off as fast as the rain was coming on.
When he finally got there, Matsuda ushered him inside and closed the door, teeth chattering slightly behind him.
"You probably should take that jacket off…and the shoes…and the socks.."
L listened to the pesky background noise, and did as he was told without much pride left to lose. He removed the jacket and Matsuda took it from him, throwing it on some random area with tile, and same went for his shoes and socks.
"Thank You, Matsuda..I suppose I'm a bit distant today…I will go change, I believe I'm at least capable of that."
Matsuda looked at the back of Ryuzaki's head just one last time before nodding slowly and began walking off to the main room, leaving L to make his own way to his room, but he couldn't a hide a few worried thoughts from crossing his mind.
"Um, Ryuzaki. If you wanted to..you know..take the day off or something, I mean, I'm sure everyone would understand. I..I mean, you've contributed more than anyone else has or ever will and..you..well..really deserve it and-"
"Though I appreciate your offer, I believe you'll find that such measures will not be neccessary. Thank you, Matsuda, though..." L cut off quickly as he continued down the hall, leaving a trail of rain behind him as he continued down the hall and finally up a flight of stairs, "..but I don't have the time for breaks.."
Short as of now, but I promise the next chapter to be longer.