Everyone makes mistakes.
Oggetto
| you read between the lines and don't stick to the scriptures |
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"Did you hear?" Light asks her. "That special broadcast from yesterday was from L."
He's seated at her kitchen isle – the notebook opened in front of him, Ryuk has a similar one. He twirls a pen between his fingers with ease and impatience.
"Who's L?" Her hands are covered in flour, folds of dough taking form inside the bowl.
There's a very obvious shift of his face, eyes narrowing, a condescending look he sends her way as if she's just asked the stupidest of questions.
"L is a detective – the greatest that ever lived. And, before yesterday, no one even knew what he looked like or his name." He tells her, like it's obvious.
She stops kneading and pushes both hands on her waist.
"No one knows what he looks like or his name and I'm supposed to know him?" She raises an eyebrow and stares him down. She can play the game of condescension, she can play it better than him.
"He's famous." He fires back at her. "And now he wants to catch Kira."
She blinks at him, thinks that for a genius, he's actually quite stupid or maybe just immature.
"What you're basically telling me is that a famous detective, who is supposedly the best in the world and always remained anonymous, suddenly put his face and his name all over the news while trying to catch a criminal who can precisely kill with a name and a face?" She rolls her eyes.
He stops twirling the pen and instead grabs onto it so hard, she thinks he might break it. His expression hardens with anger and his cheeks cave as if he's about to blow on candles.
Like this, he looks like a petulant child who just realized they did something wrong but won't admit it.
She leaves him to glower in peace and puts both hands back into the dough. She has to finish this if she wants to eat some time before eight and she's really been craving homemade pizza.
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"You were right." He tells her later, much later.
He was silent all throughout dinner, Ryuk making most of the conversation, happy to traumatize her neighbours while stealing their apples.
She turns her eyes away from the television and looks at him. His expression is somber, darker. Again, she is reminded of a child, a spoiled little brat who has always been praised and never denied attention.
"About what?" She'd given up trying to find something to watch on cable and instead put on a movie. The hero is currently under water, trying to infiltrate a military base.
"It doesn't make sense." She can read between the lines well enough and knows that this is probably the only way he'll admit he was wrong. "I could have made a mistake." He continues with.
"Everyone makes mistakes." She tells him, which earns her a roll of his eyes.
"But I can't afford one." No, he probably can't. She wonders what they would do if they caught Kira. Maybe they hang him for his crimes and make an example out of him. Maybe they'd diagnose him crazy and would spend the rest of his days drugged out of his mind in a looney bin with drool dripping from his mouth and glassy eyes.
"Mistakes are part of life." She pats his leg, the one close to hers. "Anger that clouds your judgement, rashness, immaturity, impatience – that's what makes you human."
"Kira isn't human." He means it, she can tell. "Kira is a God. He has to be."
Ryuk has turned his attention away from the TV and towards them. He observes curiously, emotions foreign to him. This is a God, a real one.
"Kira kills with a purpose." She tells him and thinks that maybe he's having an identity crisis, that it's probably normal for someone so young who's been handed the weapon of a God. "Gods don't."
"Because everyone deserves to die, right?" He throws her own words back at her and it makes the corners of her mouth twitch.
"Right." She answers, sinks her back into the couch. "Now, let's watch the movie."
"I haven't been paying attention." He tells her, eying the scene on the screen.
"I'll start it again." She says with a wave of her hand.
At some point, he folds his body closer to hers. She doesn't mind, thinks it's his way of seeking comfort, comfort in the knowledge that someone can and wants to understand him.
She snorts under her breath – God, her ass.
a/n : I really like Eden's and Light's interaction and I hope you do too. I love Death Note, but I always thought that if someone more mature and less passionate about the subject came in, they would be able to offer clever insight, even more so than geniuses. Anyways, thank you all for your lovely reviews. Drop a note to let me know what you thought and since most of you want L's POV, I'll make it happen. Thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoyed.