Disclaimer: Death Note is owned by Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata.
Chapter 11: Interlude
It was a bizarre thing to be experiencing triumph and nausea at the same time.
The air inside the helicopter was thick and heavy, and the loud noise ringing through the headphone he was wearing rang distantly in his ears. The notebook felt cold in his hand, looking as harmless as any bundle of papers could have looked, but now he knew otherwise.
More precisely, now he remembered.
I won.
A cold sweat ran down his face as he gazed at the death god that was scaring the shit out of everyone outside.
I won. All of this will be over soon.
It took a surprising amount of his iron will to just remain seemingly calm when his insides were literally turning upside down.
"Light-kun?"
His gaze was slowly turned to the person beside him, and he was met with a familiar flat, piercing stare.
"Are you alright?" There was no hint of concern whatsoever in her voice, though.
The detective was sitting in that strange way of hers. The light from outside shone brightly through the window glass, making her normally pale complexion look even more pallid, contrasting with the sharp look in her dark-rimmed eyes. Even in such a situation, she was still observing him composedly.
"Ah, I'm fine. Just a bit disturbed." He turned his gaze back to the unworldly being. "So death gods really do exist, huh?"
"So it seems." The detective also turned her stare back to the death god and resumed giving instructions to the troubled colleagues outside.
She has been right all along, but that doesn't matter anymore.
Her voice gradually faded away as he tried to sort out a horribly jumbled mess of emotions. This would take some more time. Anyway, now he had an important task on his hand.
Light discreetly reached for his wristwatch.
