L is for Life Chapter 5: And Finally, a death note fanfic

Chapter Five: And Finally…

Several Months Later…

A soft knock came at apartment room 109. A man with a mop of black hair peered through the peep hole, and grinned as he opened the door. Teela Ketana greeted him kindly as he invited her in.

"How's it been?" Teela asked.

"Oh, you'd never guess…"

"Really? Tell me about it!" She smiled, and took a moment to look at him. He still had faint bags under his eyes, but they were far less dark. An apple pendant glinted around his neck; it was a full, lush red color and almost seemed realistic. He wore a tight red sweatshirt with a black "L" that was decorated with roses, followed by "is for life." He wore loose black jeans, with many pockets. He was recognizable, but not exactly for what he once was.

"My album has been on the number one hit list for several weeks, Teela… and many people are starting to ask for my personal appearance at gatherings and stuff! See this sweatshirt?! One of my fans MADE it for me!"

"Heheh, wow, Ryuzaki, I'm really glad to hear that."

"Please, call me Life now." L smirked.

"No last name?"

"Naw, I think that's what intrigues people the most about me. I don't have a last name."

"But do you really?"

"No, I'm still trying to come up with one."

"So no one from Japan has recognized you?"

"Nope. Only as Life. I'm a musical super hero now! Look, I even have ACTION FIGURES!" He gestured to a package on the table. "And here… I knew you'd be by, eventually, so I got my album for you. You should read who its dedicated to."

Teela curiously opened the CD case Life handed to her. She pulled out the lyric book, and Life pointed to the back page. Under all the credits, lastly, in bold ink, it read: "And to Teela, who showed me that L is for Life. And Life is for living."

She smiled and hugged him, looking around the apartment. It was well furnished, and a large screen TV sat against the back wall. She noticed several video game systems hooked up, and even the game she had heard about recently, "Guitar Hero."

"I'm proud of you." She said, and gestured to the apartment. "You… how many instruments can you play now?"

"I can play the guitar… the saxophone… the drums…I'm especially good with the piano, but you won't find that on my albums… hmm, and I'm actually trying my hand at some newspaper writing. Recently, a TV show wants me to attempt some acting, as well." He grinned… Teela had never seen his face so alit, and full of enjoyment.

"That's amazing. I'm really happy for you. Thank you for the album; it means a lot to me… that you're enjoying life now. That you're doing what you want to do, L."

"Well, what is life for? It's for living, and what's the point in living if you're not going to enjoy it?"

"Exactly."

"L is for Life!"

"That's your album." Teela grinned.

"But it's the truth, Teela. It's not only for Life, me, but it's for living. And living is for—"

"Enjoyment."

They laughed, and Teela looked at her watch.

"I'd better get going… I don't think I'll be back for a real long time, though."

"Hm? How come?"

"I've got a lot of things to do. And you only get one chance to live!"
"Do shapeshifters die?" Life asked curiously.

"Eventually. So I'll see you around! Good luck with… everything, Life."

"You too, Teela. Thank you."

"Heh, thank yourself."

She turned for the doorway, and Life shut the door behind her. He turned to look at the room around him, and tilted his head, smiling. There was a small thud as his mail came in through the mail slot in the door; tons of envelopes, all decorated with praise, caught his attention.

He picked up the one on top of the pile, and stared at an apple with an L printed inside of it. Under the L, it said, "Is for Life."

"You got that right," He commented, and picked the pile of mail up, placing it on his table. He'd get to those soon… He'd found he enjoyed sleeping too… and had learned that there truly was much more to life than crime, and strawberry ice cream. There was living.

And L is for Life.

The End

Author's Note:

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