Watching
He was always watching.
Searching and glaring and observing through his huge obsidian eyes. L did not look human at all, eccentric and bizarre creature he was.
The eternally emotionless face peered at the world and wonder, in something akin to boredom, that he was going to die.
Light Yagami would never know that he had already lost when he challenged L. L was an idea, L was replaceable and yet irreplaceable in his own way, L was immortal.
There will always be someone waiting at the foot of the throne, waiting patiently, working hard, to succeed the magnificent title and the burden that came with it.
The bells rung clearly, for a wedding or a funeral. L was silent, he knew what it was, he knew what it meant.
Deep down, the human part of him feared. It screeched and clawed and fought with all his damn effort to get out, to be a person again. L suppressed that part easily, eclipsing the consciousness with his mind.
He was no longer the mortal L, the human boy called Lawliet who was born of a father and mother. He was created, reborn, as just L - a brilliant detective who never failed a case.
He was the embodiment of justice, a criminal's nightmare, a phantom who never showed himself to the world.
Who was he, really?
L did not know anymore.
Anxiety hit him hard, and the detective nearly toppled. He wanted this to be over, he wanted rest, he wanted the mind-numbing oblivion that awaited them all in death.
The was never a heaven or hell, they all go to the same place in the end: a black, endless void floating eternally. Humans are humans, therefore they go to the same place.
Death was not biased, everything was equal, everyone die.
Even pseudo-gods such as L and Light.
"Watari, we will begin testing the thirteen-day rule."
L knew his fate, and he accepted it.