Light's head felt numb, he felt like he was falling, drifting into a cumbersome sleep, flowing gently onto L's feather-like hair. Light softly groaned as L's heavenly face drifted away from Light's body. Everything went dark, silent, still, Light had no thought. It wasn't Light who thought of it, nor L, but the feeling of death provaded the air in lucid heaps.
L, trying desperately to wake Light from his unintentional slumber, smacked Light's pale cheeks numerous times, finally rousing a small mutter from panicked lips. Peaceful eyes
greeted Light's fearful face.
"You can tell me."
"L, I…I was Kira,"
"You murdered me."
"Yes, and I was enjoying hearing your screams, they gave me pleasure."
"Then all I can do is make what time I do have here with you, even more loving, Light my name is…"
As the sacred name, so few knew, was passing the jaw of the detective, a black notebook was pushed close to L's arms, Soichiro holding it, trembling. L took a hold of the odd object being waved in his face, and knew, this was the link, the missing piece of a death sentence. L's head whipped around staring at, what L had gathered, was a severely confused Shinigami, bathing in the unearthly glow from the search lights placed upon the car. Light viciously ripped the notebook from L's now shaky hands. A mass of screams so loud that they seemed to be silent, began dripping from Light's impossibly contorted face.
Every detail of the Death Note, and its governing rules, capturing Light's logical thinking, had Light been calm, he would have ceased the incessant, shallow shrieks that tore away from his throat.
It would be different now, L knew this from the first shrill yelp that had escaped Light's mouth that night, and oh, how different it was. Light held no more warmth, L no longer desired to bathe in Light's celestial voice, nor swim in his now flat, hard gaze. Light wanted to know, he wanted L's real name, now for a far different reason than saving himself. Light grew to accept his love for L, even as Kira, but he wanted to kill L because of what he saw in L's eyes. L's eyes were solemn, he was missing what Light had been, Light could no longer sustain the fake heat he tried to create for L.
"L Lawliet."
Light's jaw hung slack, his eyes widening. Was this for real? It must have been a joke, but considering how mournfully the man lay beside him, Light knew it was true.
"Why?"
"You know the reason why, I can see it in your eyes."
"How do you want to die…?" Light's voice was reduced to a chocking whisper.
"In your arms."
The bed shifted, and creaked as Light returned, sitting near L's small, fragile frame, L was just waiting to be crushed by Kira. Choking on his self-inflicted heart break, Light let tears fall quietly, filling the soundless room with a dim, pattering echo as they crashed onto the murderous note book. So Light wrote, he showed L the details of his encroaching demise, it was ordinary enough in itself, a heart attack, but no mention of dying in someone's arms.