My dears, this is the end of the road for this short-lived (pun intended) series. Hope you have enjoyed it, even if L does indeed die. That never gets less painful to watch. However, Light being a dick somehow is funny to me. I love L, but I'm a Yagami kid at heart.
Anyway, proceed.
6. Curtain
It had finally happened. Something unexpected had happened to Watari and L now found himself staring at the whitened monitors indicating data deletion, the flashing of the alarms giving the room a terrifying glow and the task force members' screams contributing a macabre soundtrack to the overall scene.
Something unexpected had happened, unexpected like an unnatural death.
A pang of pain tore through L when the situation came crashing down onto reality. Watari was dead and he would never see his benefactor again.
What would happen to him? Would he die too?
The curtain was dropping and the sky was falling fast, but L's mind could work faster.
Kira was coming for him and the shinigami Rem had something to do with it.
L was about to point out the danger the shinigami posed when he finally felt it.
That unmistakable sign.
The reaper had finally written his name, and now the claw of death squeezed his horrified heart until it ceased to beat.
His thoughts drifted to Watari as he fell from his chair, but his thoughts drifted to Light when the impact of his fall was cushioned by the arms of the brunette catching him before he had a chance to hit the floor.
Snapshots of his life and garbled noises from his childhood flooded his awareness, revolving like a lantern, and plummeting quickly into the black hole of non-existence along with his consciousness.
L was heartbeats away from death, but it wasn't the Shinigami's magic that made his heart finally stop.
It was the devil's grin on Light's face finally revealing the truth that he had searched for in vain for so long. The irony of life had decided to crash upon him at the very moment of his death.
Light Yagami was Kira. The man he loved was indeed the very man he had sworn to catch. The man he loved was his murderer.
He wanted to scream his fear to the world, but his fear was not that he was dying in pain.
He wanted to scream his terror because he was dying in the arms of a stranger.
All he wanted to scream was one word: Light.
Not 'traitor', not 'help', not 'you're Kira'….but Light. The detective desperately wanted the real Light, the one that smiled when kissed, the one that hugged back when hugged, the one that loved him back with the intensity and passion of his youth.
Light, my love, I need you… where did you go?
He wanted to call out for the man he loved, but the fading flame in his heart went out, and with it, the light that had always made his obsidian eyes shine.
L's eyelids closed softly and slowly, bringing the oppressed lover inside the brunette to the surface to scream his lungs out at losing L.
But the tortured brunette had only seconds to shout out and cry his grief before Kira was back in control and used his loss to get himself a bigger gain. Kira took his anguish and warped it into a sinister freak show.
The Light L had been silently clamoring for had indeed been present at his side, but he had broken away from the murderer just a moment too late. L was never able to see his love pleading and screaming for him from behind the eyes of the murderer that had locked the true Light away.
A/N: It's a wrap! See ya next time... I'll be working on some jrock fics for the next couple of days, but if I do get inspired to write some more DN, I'll post them as soon as I can write them.
-Das Dale