Author's Note: I enjoyed writing this one more than Desperation XD The prompt was Lamp, and I decided to write it Mello POV, about L. SPOILER. YOU WERE WARNED.
Warnings: Not much. SPOILER .
Disclaimer: Don't own Death Note, just own the prompts.
Dedications: My prompters. XD Rasp and Erin.
And awaaaay we go!
Lamp
L. You were the light hovering over the orphanage we lived in, slept in, dreamed in. Dreams were encouraged – to be analysed the next day by the other kids, sometimes by one of the psychologists who lurked around in offices with their hands folded over each other and little rimless glasses perched on their noses.
L. You were the shining star we were all supposed to aim for, no matter the cost, no matter tha price or pain. No matter how often new children, orphans (mostly), were brought in and their barriers stripped down, emotions attached to parents, family, siblings, homes pulled away, new barriers brought up to protect them from the harshness of the fight for your name.
L. When Kira(Killer) reached out and broke your bulb, pulled the cord and took your light away from Wammy's House, I felt part of me die. It's the part that now doesn't cry out when I pull triggers, strap down limbs, and turn over knife handles to find the right grip for my cold, steady hand. By society's standards, I do awful things. But I know that, while you wouldn't approve at what I've resorted to, you'd understand why I do it. You would understand the need to make things better, stop the bad guy from winning no matter what. But it gets so messy, so nasty, dirty. And I stopped caring, after you left.
When your lamp light was switched off, I felt part of me die. I think it was called conscience.
XD Hope you enjoyed.
Lemon
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