Gomen, I'm so stupid…of course this needs a sixth part. It will be done. Anyway, back to your regular programming.
5. Rain
Words in the rain get carried away by the wind and washed away by water.
Light kept trying to ask L was he was doing up on the roof, during a storm, all by himself.
L had pretended not to hear the brunette's question, forcing Light to stand beside him and be drenched from head to toe by the outpour. It was perhaps a childish notion, but L hoped the falling water would wash away all traces of deceit from Light and the traces of doubt from him; maybe that way he wouldn't hurt himself with the thoughts that the brunette was guilty of crime.
It also served to wash away and camouflage the unstoppable tears leaking from his eyes. That was the first time looking at Light had hurt enough to make him cry, and perhaps it was the last.
Or so the bells seemed to say.
L knew Light wouldn't hear the bells, but he mentioned them anyway.
Naturally, Light could not hear any. They only echoed with deafening clangs inside L's mind, announcing the end of something was near – him.
Maybe a wedding…or a funeral. Maybe he was wrong…or he was right.
Death had never been a bitter thought for L; he had always been so rational and calculating about such a natural phenomena of life, but it was difficult not to be afraid now, as he faced his end so clearly and yet so obscured by the binds of a love that should have never been, but was.
A love with the intensity of a shooting star that burns brightly as it soars, but fizzles tragically as it plummets down and finally disappears.
Sumimasen. He said he was sorry when Light had told him to stop say such useless things. He was indeed sorry.
He was sorry he had apologized in such a formal way, a way that only people who are not close to each other can apologize.
He was sorry for making Light get wet when he knew the brunette was so strict about being presentable at all times.
He was sorry he could not lie to himself to save whatever relationship he had with Light, as fragile and forbidden as it might be.
He was sorry that he hadn't been strong enough to resist his attraction to Light.
And the strangest regret of all, he was sorry for not having given himself to Light more freely than what he had.
Sumimasen – the word was everything and nothing, but it was only L who seemed to think so.
Images of Wammy's flickered and flashed in L's head, punctuated by memories of unguarded moments between Light and himself.
He was grateful to the rain for hiding the renegade tears escaping his eyes and making a break for it all the way down his pale, gaunt cheeks.
After being close enough to be lovers, drifting away to become strangers was the biggest pain of love. Being within reach of what you want most, yet miles away is the tragedy of love, and it was now that L saw why he had never trusted anyone enough to love them.
It hurt like nothing else.
He was sure not even death hurt that much, but he couldn't be certain yet.
It was clever of Light to lie about lying. Again, L couldn't pinpoint why he felt Light lied all the time nowadays and back when he first met the young man, but he did.
The feeling was similar to opening a beautiful book written in language he could not read. He was sorry he couldn't read.
They entered the building again, leaving the rain behind, but not their troubles.
L kneeled before Light, trying to dry his feet. Light seemed shaky and jumped every time the detective's towel came in contact with Light's skin.
L wanted desperately to know why Light was reacting to his touch in such a way – was he aroused or repulsed by the feeling?
Light's face and strangled whimpers seemed just the same as to when they were in bed, making love and the brunette tried to keep himself from begging for more blissful caresses. But his over-sensitivity also felt like the brunette was trying to get away.
L could not tell the difference. It was scary and it hurt. It hurt like claw clenching around his throat, twisting and tearing, cutting out his breath.
Do you fear my touch, Judas?
Are you afraid I will wipe away your sheen of lies?
Who are you?
L couldn't see the truth and he was scared.
What have you done to my Light?
A/N: And so we near the end....*sobs*
This might sound bad, but I'm glad Ohba and Obata were the ones to kill L. If it had been up to me, I'm not so sure I would have been able to do it. Just writing in stuff around the death is horrible enough...even I am not that heartless.
See ya at the next one, y'all.
-Das Dale.