Disclaimer: Death Note isn't mine, it's Ohba and Obata's.
Note: I deliberately tried to not go too much into emotion here. Well, detail on the emotion. I tried to make it kind of matter-of-fact, I don't know if it worked. I'd done a couple with action and conversation recently and now we need to go back to the angsty snapshots. Bialy is hoooome, babies. -hugs angst fics- Also I thought about it and I don't think there would be other people there. They'd have kept it quite quiet I think. I could be wrong. Ah well.
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Absence
Prompt: 23. Mourn
It was not raining, whatever the people gathered there may have expected. It was not bright or particularly cloudy. The weather did not match or counter the sentiment of the occasion.
It was simply absent.
Those that had gathered were too few, and too many. Aizawa. Ide. Mogi. Sachiko and Sayu. Matsuda. Too few for a funeral.
Too many, too many wrong, wrong people paying their respects to Kira.
A priest spoke generic platitudes and Matsuda thought vaguely that Light wouldn't really have wanted a funeral under the God he had rejected in favour of himself. Across the open scar in the earth stood a grieving mother, but she was not crying. She stood straight and dignified, determined to pay this last respect to her son. Sayu watched the grave quietly. Matsuda thought that it was unlikely that she knew where she was.
Misa should have been here. But they had been forbidden to tell her, for fear of what she might do to herself.
Sachiko had hated the bullet wounds most. She cried over how they disfigured his beautiful body in a kind of trivial, detached way, and no one could watch this woman as she stood in front of her dead son. She begged to know who had shot him, and they told her 'Kira' and Matsuda had to lock himself in a bathroom stall until he was done throwing up.
The funeral drew to a close and they parted ways. There was no mingling after the fact, no fond recollection of memories. There was silence, and the absence of weather.