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Also, the format is different because I use Microsoft works when I am at my father's place since I can't seem to successfully download OpenOffice to his computer…I would prefer OpenOffice but I really wanted to update as fast as possible.
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Chapter 3:How he died
As L stared at the television screen and waited for the video to start he remembered the day when the surveillance cameras had recorded that video. The 14th of May.
It had been a hot sunny day, similar to yesterday. The last day he saw Light Yagami smile.
"My father will come here tonight," Light said and put his book away. L answered without looking up from his computer.
"Your father? Do we have a special reason for dining with him? After all, he is not too fond of our relationship."
"Yeah…I have been thinking and…" The unusually tense tone in Light's voice made L shut his computer and crawl over to Light's side of the bed.
"What is Light-kun plotting now?" he wondered and leant over the younger boy so their eyes met.
"I figured…"Light began and looked down to escape L's gaze. "That it is about time that we get engaged."
"Engaged?" L repeated, shocked. "As in soon getting married?"
"Yes," Light smiled self-confidently but still didn't look at L." We are living together, we are raising our child and we sleep with each other. It would only be natural. Besides, it would also be a way for me to really show my father that I'm serious about this. So I invited him for dinner along with mom and Sayu so we could tell them about our engagement."
"Light-kun seems to forget something essential in the context." L did his best to burn holes into Light's head with his eyes.
"Really?" Light wondered and glared back.
"I have not agreed to get engaged," L pointed out, "because Light-kun has not yet asked me. Not to mention that he tries to force me into giving him a positive answer by inviting his family over before I have said yes."
"No, I don't!" Light objected quickly and gave an innocently but not completely convincing laugh. "I'm not trying to force you into anything. I just assumed you'd say yes."
"Such overconfidence is not suiting your perfect personality," L said dryly. With a sigh Light turned away, most likely to hide his disappointment.
"So you say no?" he asked with a forced untroubled tone.
"I never said that." L turned around so he could lie down beside Light with his head on his arm. "If Light-kun had asked as a substitute of trying to manipulate me, he would surely have known my answer by now." With that said, he leant over and kissed the younger boy on the cheek. "And my answer is yes."
Light's brown eyes widened. For a while he seemed angry but then he started to laugh instead.
"Don't scare me like that." He tried to tickle L as revenge but wasn't very successful. "You made me feel like an idiot."
"But I also made Light-kun laugh," L smiled," and that happens all too seldom."
"You just can't help saying cheesy stuff, can you?" Light sighed.
L only kept smiling and kissed him gently on his neck this time.
"You like me this way," he said between kisses that made his soon-to-be fiancée shiver. "Admit it."
"I can manage," Light answered kind of breathlessly and pulled his long fingers through L's tangled hair. "And when you eventually…God, stop that!…get me an extremely expensive dream wedding you can be as cheesy as you want for the rest of our marriage."
"Which of course will last forever," L added ironically and did his best not to let the sensation of Light's fingers- the special, extra luxurious soap he used did make his skin wonderfully soft- affect how steady his voice was. He himself thought he succeeded pretty well but judging from Light's glittering eyes, the younger boy didn't agree.
"No…seriously." Light pulled away and without his body heat L felt ridiculously cold. "We don't have time for sex. You should go pick up Kira from Watari so can I buy food to our dinner tonight."
"Light-kuuun," L whined and grabbed his sleeve. "Watari can drop Kira off later. He likes spending time with her. And he can go shopping too."
Light doubted. Then he kissed L before pulling free and getting out of their bed.
"No." He smiled deploring. "I want this dinner to be perfect so I shall get the groceries myself. And I also haven't gone outside today at all. After my pregnancy, I easily gain weight so I need to exercise."
"Light-kun's body resemblance a stick, "L considered and took out a bag of caramels from beneath his pillow. After carefully selecting one, he unwrapped it and glared absently at it. "Not to mention that scientists have proved that sex is a great way of exercising."
"Enough said. We can't just use Watari all the time and I want to go shopping." Light watched as L sucked on the caramel, spit it out in his hand to look at it again (he saw Light frown in disgust at this) and then picked it up with his tongue and swallowed it.
"Stop being horny," the brown-haired boy demanded when L didn't answer. "And clean the house before you go to pick up Kira."
"Does Light-kun have any idea of how long time it would take to, to use his vague term, clean a house of this quantity?" L wondered indignantly while forcing himself to accept that he would not get a fulfillment of a fundamentally natural need when he wanted it. "If he by cleaning indicates vacuum-clean, dust, mop the floor and pick up all loose items- tasks that I have no experience of whatsoever - it is not something I would be able to finish before the end of this week. Do I really have to remind you that a house this big was your dream house and therefore can not be my responsibility to clean?" Light shrugged and made a face when he stepped on a lump of sugar that got stuck on his sock.
"Whatever," he said and threw the sugar in a trashcan who's existence L constantly denied. "Just pick up the ´loose items´ in the hall and the kitchen , if it's not too much work for you?"
"Bye honey." L waved as Light walked towards the bedroom door. In the doorway, the chocolate-haired boy turned around and gave one of his rare, true smiles.
"When I get back I must prepare dinner, but then you can have me all night long," Light promised before he left.
When I get back.
L paid more attention to his caramels and only saw Light's smile in the corner of his eye, and he would forever hate himself for not really looking. After all, it was Light's last smile.
When I get back? Never.
This memory flashed through L's head for just a few minutes. When it disappeared, the video had already started. It showed busy people hurrying through a mall, but Light wasn't in it yet. L paused the tape. He needed some time to get himself together before watching it.
As he leant his forehead towards his knees and tried to breath slower (these sort of intense memories always raised his pulse) he came to think of the other surveillance tapes.
Those tapes he had recorded for what seemed ages ago, when he suspected Light-kun of being Kira and kept him under surveillance 24/7. Hour after hour of the boy sitting in his room, studying, eating, sleeping…living.
L forced himself to stay calm when he thought of that, deep breaths, inhale through the nose, exhale through the mouth.
Just after Light's funeral, he had locked the door to the living room and watched those tapes without taking any breaks or even eating a single sweet until he lost the idea of time.
And, which had been his intention, until he had looked so much at Light-kun that he had forgotten that the boy was dead.
But then, Watari had picked the lock to the door and forced L to leave the living room, and when L had sneaked back in, all the tapes were gone.
So now, the only tape he still had left was the one he was about to watch. The fact that the other tapes were gone gave him a bittersweet feeling.
On one hand, he missed them, he wanted to see Light turn restlessly in his sleep, bite his pen while thinking, write so fast and still have a perfect handwriting and stare absent-mindedly out the window when he stopped writing for a moment.
On the other hand, he was glad that they were gone, because they had proved to be bad for his physical and psychical wellbeing, because he had lost contact with reality watching them and it was frightening, and also because they reminded L of Light's dark side, of Kira.
A side that it felt irreverently to think about now that he was dead.
However, he would have to remember thanking Watari for getting rid of those tapes when the old man came to visit.
He had told Watari a lot of things when he noticed they were gone, but he couldn't recall "Thank you" being one of them.
When the tape started again, L felt very tense.
To see this always hurt so bad. Not in his silent heart of course, the sound, the cry of pain, always came from his stomach. It felt the way he imagined it would feel to get your guts corroded by acid.
But still, he needed to see this tape every now and then, because it helped him to understand.
A mall. Busy people. This specific surveillance camera was located above the entrance to a bakery and showed in a wide angle both those who entered the store and those who simply passed by. L leant closer to the screen when a familiar figure with brown hair and thin grey jacket came into view.
Light stopped outside the bakery and seemed to ponder for a while, pulling his hand- those pale fingers, those soft, tender fingers- through his still wet and therefore darker hair ( he had taken a shower before he left but L hadn't cared to say goodbye a second time).
Suddenly, a woman bumped into him and dropped one of her many shopping bags so a bunch of things wrapped in paper fell out.
The tape had no sound but L could read on Light's lips that he apologized "a thousand times". The boy then bent down so his lips- rich, cold, delicious lips- weren't visible but L was quiet sure that he kept apologizing as he picked up the woman's things. It was just so typical Light. He was so polite he would apologize if he saw a nudist naked.
The woman spoke, L read something like "Thank you" but he wasn't interested in what she said. Light bowed his head and L only guessed that he had a fake smile on his lips when he handed her the bag.
After the woman had left, Light went towards the entrance to the bakery, searching his pocket for something. Just as Light took out his brown wallet, L saw another woman, a tall one with dark hair, high collar and sunglasses covering her face move close to the same entrance with one hand in her pocket.
And now came the moment when L wanted nothing stronger than to close his eyes, but couldn't stop watching more than he could stop breathing.
The anonymous woman raised her hand from the pocket- something flashed in the strong white lights from the fluorescent tubes- and suddenly stood in Light's way.
Light looked a little surprised at first but then he moved to her left side to get past her.
And the woman stabbed him three times with her kitchen knife. In his chest, in his hand, in his stomach.
L's eyesight became blurry because of his tears but he had seen this scene enough times to remember it perfectly in his mind.
The woman turning around and running into the bakery. The blood pouring, so bright on the grey jacket, on his pale skin.
Light screaming and falling to his knees. It was no sound on the tape but L still used to think that he could hear that scream just by looking. Or maybe not hear…
He could feel it.
Light fell forward, bleeding badly, badly, his blood like a waterfall, a red sea quickly growing around him, his twitching fingers still resting on his boring brown bloodstained wallet.
That woman must have hit his aorta pretty skillfully.
So, his fingers stopped twisting.
L wished he could have seen Light's eyes so he would have known exactly when he passed away, because he did die.
The amount of blood didn't lie, L's eyes wasn't deceiving him. Losing to his tears, L turned off the TV and sat down on the kitchen floor, crying as silently as possible.
The woman that had killed Light had also murdered one costumer in the bakery and wounded the salesman before she slit her own throat. When the police examined the events more closely, they found out that the woman was a mentally instable person whose criminal brother had been killed by Kira on the 14th of May 2004, which at the day of her murders had been exactly six years ago. Because the woman loved her brother deeply, she had gotten a mental breakdown after his death and been treated on a mental facility, until they decided she was well the 27th of April 2010 and discharged her.
The police's only explanation was that she had lost it because it was the anniversary of her brother's death, taken a knife from her kitchen and at totally random killed two people and wounded a third and thereafter committed suicide in a final act of desperation.
Sure, weirder things had happened. The human psyche was a fragile, illogical thing impossible to fully understand.
But L just didn't like the sound of "Kira being killed by a relative to one of his victims, that didn't know that he was Kira".
The killer dies at last. By a coincidence, it is by the hand of someone that has all reasons to hate him. L could never stop think about it.
He could never, not even while his mind was clouded by sorrow and his eyes flooded by tears, stop ask himself:
Was it really a coincidence?
That woman, his killer, must have cried for her brother as I do for Light-kun.
The next chapter will have a visit from Watari and another flashback, I think J!
This idea came to me when I considered that the criminals must have relatives too, although it's never mentioned anywhere in Death note…At first I wanted it to be Naomi that killed Light after surviving the Death note in some incredible way but it didn't seem to fit her personality. Sadly, because I liked that idea!
And for those of you who reads my other story, I will update it too as soon as I can!