Day Seven: Apples?

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I congratulate you on that painting, you've managed to make me angry, bewildered, and amused all at the same time. Something the average human being couldn't do.

But you aren't average, are you L?

I honestly find it amazing that you are human at all. You have to be the most bemusing man, no, person I have ever met. You're arrogant, stubborn, impudent, and a compulsive liar, all in the same ways that I am. Though, I handle those "qualities" with a bit more grace. I know how to work them, you know how to use them. There is, indeed, a difference.

I'm not sorry that I disposed of you. You were an utter hindrance to the creation of the new world, and a mere bump in the road, but I admit; things could have been different. Had you allied Kira, your inevitable death would have probably been extended to a much more pleasant and natural due date.

I hope you enjoy nothingness.

You never did show me those paintings.


After L is pronounced dead, Light takes the time to venture throughout the building.

He assures himself it is for a mere victory stroll, but internally he wants to look for those paintings, for that painting in particular. It has somehow found its way into the deepest of his lingering thoughts and nested there, refuting the idea of leaving, and to alleviate the curiosity he has to find the source of the problem.

Eventually he finds the control room where Watari had usually resided, and he can almost feel the man in the room, shuttering at the thought. No... No, they are both dead, and only nothingness awaited them. They aren't here, Light thinks, they are nowhere. He places himself upon the chair and stares vacantly at the eerie, white monitor for no apparent reason.

'All data deletion.'

His eyes wander over to a strange place against the wall. One might wonder why it is so strange, well, it has a square outline desecrating it. Curious, of course, Light almost creeps over to the small indentation and he runs his fingers over the smooth surface, eventually finding a way to dismantle it. The false bolts come loose, and Light finds canvases stacked against one another, and, almost as if they are newborns, Light cradles the paintings in his arm, fixated at the images in awe.

He spreads the paintings onto the ground so that he may separately enjoy their features, each appearing to gradually get better.

And then he finds his own.

He laces it between his widespread fingers and holds it up slightly, simply staring at it. The entity of it all... It's suffocating. He can feel, he can see the detective's bony fingers holding the paintbrush delicately and stoking the page. In the midst of his reminiscing, Light's fingers find their way to the back of the canvas, grabbing something made of paper.

A note;

Light,

Have fun in jail.

- L

And Light laughs.

He just... laughs.

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A/N: Weird? Yes o.o But it's finished! Were you expecting the chapter title? :D