So, I've wanted to write this scene for a while; it was close to the top of my idea list. And since I had time today, I decided to write it.
Unfortunately, my other reason for writing this, is that I won't be writing another fic for a while because I'm leaving Friday morning on holidays for 12 days. Tomorrow I will be packing, so I figured that today would be the last day to write something.
Anyways, hope you like it. I tried a different sort of style of writing, hope it's okay.
Based off of the ending of the Anime.
Genre: Tragedy/Romance
Characters: Light, L. Mentions of Mello, Near, Mikami, and Higuchi.
I was running.
My mind was in chaos, the only constant thought racing through my head was; escape.
Maybe I could make it out of this still.
The pain in my chest and arms throbbed.
Maybe not.
I ran without a purpose.
I had lost.
I couldn't have lost.
But I did.
It wasn't my fault.
No, it was.
In a sick, circular wheel of karma; it was my fault because I was the one who picked Mikami.
As capable as he was, he failed me; and it was my fault for believing that he was the perfect choice.
That damned Near.
Damned Mello.
Both of them.
If they never existed I'd be reining over the world as a God.
Not running for all that is left of my life.
It seemed that, though I passed the first test of L, I wasn't careful enough to pass the second test of the successors.
It was all his fault. If he had just left this case alone, and let me be; the whole world would be a better place.
Damned L.
NO!
Not damned L.
L could never be damned.
No, not him.
The only person who understood me, despite being enemies.
The wonderful moments that we had filled my vision.
L and I working side by side into the night, when my memories had been erased.
Our first kiss; soft and sweet, like the cake L always eats.
Those handcuffs that held us together; though they were used for other things as well, later on.
The way I'd wake up to L's beautiful face.
Our first time; a little awkward, but so filled with love that neither of us cared.
There were so many memories that I didn't want to forget.
Then, there were memories so painful that I wanted to forget them, but couldn't.
Like the look L gave me, the night we captured Higuchi and I got my memories back.
He had known something was wrong.
But he chose to ignore it.
Then there was that night.
The night L died.
That was the worst one.
I couldn't describe how heartbreaking it was to find L out in the rain that night, drenched and looking so forlorn.
I couldn't look at rain the same again. Every drop that hit the ground felt like a knife stabbing my heart.
I didn't want for L to die. But it was a necessary step, if I was to win the war.
And I took that step.
Both of us knew what was going to happen that night, but both of us held back our tears; keeping our relationship a secret until the bitter end.
My heart died a little, as I watched L's eyes close, the spark of life falling away from him.
That scene replayed in my mind over and over as I searched for a place to hide.
It wouldn't be too long now.
I could feel the red liquid dripping through my now blood-soaked clothes.
I slowed to a walk as I found a staircase in one of the buildings.
Maybe there would be a room upstairs that I could lay down in.
I started up the stairs, taking one agonizing step at a time.
I made it up about ten stairs.
I couldn't make it.
My legs were shaking, barely holding my body up.
I tried another step but collapsed.
I resolved to stay there, flipping over onto my back and laying there despite the stairs jutting into my back painfully.
This was where I was going to die.
I held back a sob.
I had wanted to visit L's grave again; before I died. So I could say a proper goodbye.
But that probably wouldn't have been enough.
My entire being longed to see him again.
But that wasn't going to happen.
Not now.
Not ever.
I could feel the life sliding from my body, and I made one last effort to keep L in my thoughts.
I envisioned his unruly black hair; his bad, slouched posture as he stood; the white shirt and jeans that he wore all the time; the dark bags under his grey eyes from lack of sleep; and his thin lips, so determined yet so kissable.
I almost smiled when my thoughts projected the image out in front of me.
I blinked and my breath caught.
He was still there.
A ghostly shape of L; watching me in my final moments.
My vision started to fade around the edges, growing darker and darker.
But L remained.
A tear escaped from my eye, leaving a wet trail down the side of my face.
L was there to watch me die, just as I had watched him.
He stayed, eyes softly gazing at me as my own eyes slowly closed, allowing the darkness to overwhelm me.
At least I got to see him.
One last time.
R&R? Was it good? I wasn't sure if I captured the ending very well, but I tried my best.