Warnings: Cursing and spoilers!
Disclaimer: Not mine
A/N: So, things are tightening up... Quite litterally. Ha Ha. I am very pleased with the amount of reviews that I got and please don't be afraid of reviewing! Thank you for being supportive! And yes, the place they are in are going to reveal it's purpose. Until that happens, you're just gonna have to wait patiently! :Laughs:
I haven't got a beta on this one, but I hope that you will forgive me and point out my errors! The language can sometimes make it a little difficult!
Anyway, please enjoy reading!
"Game Over"
Chapter Two
"Identity"
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The sound of bones cracking when they collided with the hardness of his fist made Light's blood run faster in his veins and the wave of adrenaline that rolled through him sent sparks flying in his mind. L's jaw made a 'popping' sound and Light watched in pleasure as those black eyes widened before squeezing shut. A groan tore it's way from the detective's throat and Light felt like laughing.
His knuckles hurt, but it most certainly wasn't enough to stop him now.
It felt so damn good to pour all his anger into his actions and he loved the feeling of completely losing his mind.
It reminded him vaguely of how he had felt when writing names down in his Death Note.
His vision was partly blurry and all he really registered was L's heavy breathing and the taste of steel in his mouth.
Not waiting for a reaction from L, the launched out again and this time he hit the insomniac straight in the gut. As L toppled over in pain, Light hurriedly withdrew a couple of inches, but found he was a millisecond too late.
He had seen it coming, but there was nothing he could do to prevent L's bare foot from slamming into his chest, sending him flying through the air before he hit the ground with a loud 'thud'. He remembered those kicks all to well.
Despite the pain it did not seem that L had hit any vital organs, and as soon as the sudden nausea disappeared, he was back in the game.
Gritting his teeth, he pushed himself up just fast enough to block a crushing blow from the older man. L's foot slammed against his arm and he was actually forced several feet backwards, his shoes digging into the earth, ripping loose strains of emerald grass. The pressure would have forced him to his knees, but he managed to act before such a thing could happen.
Grabbing a hold of the detective's foot, he twisted it around, causing the insomniac to whirl around and land on his back. If Light had been angry before, he most certainly was now and the heat that seemed to radiate from L's onyx eyed told him that he was not alone. His face had stiffened in a scowl and he looked as if he was about to rip someone's head off. His whole body trembled with rage and Light was a bit surprised to see that pale skin so reddened. The detective almost looked sunburned, a thought that despite his fury, made Light crack a somewhat maniacal smirk. He was going to redden that skin further more
It felt so fucking good!
No, he corrected himself, it felt heavenly! Being able to kick L's ass like this.
Well, quite frankly he wasn't sure who kicked who's ass, but in reality he did not give a shit. Just as long as he got the chance to empty his soul of some of the wrath he had been locking away for all these years.
"Give up L!" he yelled and planted his knee in the insomniac's stomach. "Just shut up and leave it be!" He threw a gasping L to the ground.
"You have no idea of what I had to go give up for the sake of a Perfect World!"
L, still on the ground, wiped his forehead, pushing away sticky, black hair.
"Oh really?" he hissed before getting up. Then, he leaped forward, his hands colliding with Light's torso, giving it a good shove, making Light stumble backwards.
"And what about the members of the Task Force?!" L shouted as Light gained his balance. "What about Ukita?! He died because of Kira!"
"That was Misa, not me!"
L scowled at him. "You're blaming Amane now? She did nothing that you would not have done! What about Aizawa, Mogi and Ide?! What about Matsuda?"
Light growled when Matsuda's name was mentioned. If that pathetic excuse of a human being had not fired his gun at him in the warehouse, Near would have been dead now and Kira still alive! May he burn in Hell!
"What about you father?! Soichiro Yagami gave all he had! He put his own life in danger a dozen of times to serve justice and in the end his own son is Kira!"
"My father is dead!" For the first time in what seemed like ages, he had uttered words that came right from his heart. He had not spoken of his father's death to anyone, at least not without taking caution.
"He died because of Mello! That bastard caused it!"
L was fuming now. " Don't you dare blame Mello! He would not have been involved in this if you hadn't used that Death Note in the first place! Had you not killed me, Mello would still have been in Whammy's house and Near as well!"
A gust of wind grabbed L's shirt and lifted it forcefully, showing more of his pearly skin.
"Again, I did not kill you Ryuuzaki! Rem did!"
"Cut the crap Kira!" L spat before he attacked again.
Remembering Rem, his thoughts flickered to Ryuk and despite the anger that rose within him, he wondered where the Death God was now. Where had he gone off to after he'd killed Light? To the Shinigame realm? He doubted that.
Ryuk always complained about how boring the other Shinigamis were and talked about how dull the existence was there.
Perhaps he'd find other ways of humoring himself after Light passed away. Maybe he had already figured something out. Light had no clue about how time worked in this place, so for all he knew, Ryuk could be doing anything, anywhere. Perhaps he had decided that dropping the note on earth could only provide him with a short time of fin -at least seen from the perspective of one that could live through eternity- and that he was therefore more careful with his experiments now. Light was short of an answer to that and there were small chances that he would ever get one. He dropped the subject Ryuk and concentrated on what he was currently dealing with instead. An enraged insomniac with an intention to kill. Or at least cause a lot of damage.
L's strength was remarkable and Light was impressed against his will. Where had the detective learned to fight like this?
Surely, Watari had had some hidden cards up his sleeve, but L's battle skills truly were out of the ordinary. He fought with a kind of graze Light would never have considered him capable of and those kicks of his were deadly if preformed right.
He truly, really hated L!
That exact sentence seemed to have become some kind of mantra and he had no idea of ow many times he'd thought about it.
The same feeling was mirrored in L's pale face. Lashing out again, Light missed the detective by a couple of inches and growling angrily, he glided to the side just fast enough to avoid one of L's fists.
Mold and gravel sprouted around their feet and the smell of dirt and sweat lingered in the air. The upper button of Light's shirt was torn, but he did not care. His clothes were stained with blood anyway. Apparently, dying did not change your outfit, he though sarcastically.
Dodging yet another on of L's punches, he stepped elegantly around the insomniac and aimed a soaring kick at the back of his kneecaps, causing L to cry out in pain as he fell.
Ah! Sweet revenge!
He could taste the blood in his mouth and when he licked his lips, he found a deep cut. Wincing, he brought his hand there and his finger gained a crimson hood. Blood? He was slightly miffed about the revelation. Was it even possible to bleed in death? Well, nothing really surprised him anymore.
He scowled.
L, now back at his feet, hair messy, skin dirty and bruised, actually smirked at his expression. It was a dark and twisted smile. A smile that only infuriated the auburn haired male more.
"I hate you!"
With those words, his fist connected with L's jaw. At the crushing sound that appeared, he wondered if broken bones would heal in this place and in the back of his mind, he hoped not.
He wanted L to suffer!
Baring his teeth in an bestial way, he snarled at the detective, whose face was wrenched away from him.
"I fucking hate you!"
L turned his head slowly and Light noticed how his nostrils quivered from tension. His features was more flushed than Light had ever sen it and his mouth was nothing but a thin, rejecting line.
He also had a busted lip and from what Light could see, it was bleeding pretty badly. A thick trail of red ran down his chin, a strong contrast to his the paleness of his skin.
"Well, Kira," he hissed through gritted teeth, blood spraying as he spoke, "your feelings are being returned!"
That's enough!
Light's highest wish at that moment was that the detective would just drop dead on the spot. Okay, so technically they were both dead already, but so what?!
"Argh!"
Hell, if fate wasn't gonna help him, he'd make sure of it himself. At least he could provide L with a healthy amount of pain.
Leaping at the detective once again, he placed both his arms around L's waist and tugged him with him so they both fell towards the ground. Landing atop of the detective, he hurriedly straddled his slim hips and before the bastard could do anything in return, he slapped him hard in the face. Noticing how L's black orbs narrowed above the angry, red mark on his left cheek, Light felt the kind of power he used to feel when holding the Death Note.
Yet, it wasn't enough.
He wanted to feel more of it.
He had to!
Raising his hand once again, the auburn haired man aimed for his previous target.
He was about to lower his fist, when one of L's hands shot up and grabbed him by the wrist. In a flurry movements, the detective yanked them around and soon, he was the one pinning Light to the ground.
He was not heavy, but Light could feel the air being knocked out of him as the detective straddled him. L wrapped his legs rapidly around Light's waist so that he could not slither away and panting heavily, he shoved Light against the ground.
The sharp sunlight was blinding and all Light was able to see of L was his eyes, burning with an intense fire.
He writhed furiously and tried his best to push the insomniac off of him, but L wasn't letting go that easily. A spidery hand locked around Light's throat and in a moment of irony, Light realized running out of air was painful even in death. Grasping the detective's elbows he tried desperately to pull him away. He dug his nails into the milky skin and scratched and pinched until he felt blood agglutinate to his fingers.
L did not bow. He did, however, reduce the pressure on Light's trachea.
Obsidian orbs locked with his for a moment and a spidery hand rose high in the air, contours sharp and bony. For some reason, the auburn haired male shut his eyes tightly, blocking out the sight, waiting for the blow.
It never came.
When a couple of quivering seconds had passed by, he frowned slightly. He could still feel L's weight atop of him, but the detective seemed to be completely unmoving.
What the fuck is going on?
He cracked an eye open.
L's hand had fallen limp to his side and he was stooping his head, night-colored, wild tresses partly covering his face. Light did not move.
With a defeated sigh, the insomniac shook his head and rolled off his enemy. Slumping back, so that he was lying next to Light, he exhaled heavily before speaking up.
"I really can't stand you, Light-kun." He paused and Light imagined him biting his thumb, "but I can't bring myself to provide you with the same treatment you gave me."
Light knew he wasn't talking about the slap.
"You have killed or hurt everyone I have ever cared about and you represent everything I despise." He sounded tired, and for the first time, Light thought he could hear an echo of the detective's soul within it. A stained and shattered soul.
"You lied, cheated and murdered to get what you wanted." He inhaled deeply, "you killed Watari!"
The accusation came out fiercely and Light actually had the decency to feel a faint sting in his chest. A very faint one, mind you!
He did not answer, as he was currently busy trying to catch his breath. His body ached in several places and his left shoulder felt as if it had snapped out of place. He stared stubbornly up at the bright blue sky and tried to focus on the almost surreal color instead of L's words. He failed miserably.
"I knew it you know," The words were merely whispers, "the moment he deleted all the files." Light clenched his jaws.
He remembered that moment down to every little detail. How L had stared widely and in something akin to fear at the screens when they turned black one by one. The way his own heart had fluttered painfully, as his guts stirred from both excitement and nervousness.
In his mind, he pictured how L's teaspoon had swiveled through the air, almost in slow motion, before it hit the floor. He imagined, like he had done more times than he could ever recall, how L had crunched further in his seat. How he slowly, oh so slowly, had tipped to the side, eyes impossibly round, his shirt billowing like a flag inclining his surrender as he fell.
He had caught him then. Just in time before he crashed to the ground.
Not that he knew why though.
For some reason he could not understand, the thought of L hitting the floor had been unbearable and therefore, he had leaped forward, scooping the detective up in his arms before he connected with the ground.
He remembered the warmth of his nemesis' body against his and recalled the feeling of awe he had felt back then. Awe, both because he had finally achieved his goal and because the great detective L was about to draw his last breath. The thrill of power he had felt at that precise moment, he had yet to experience anything like it. Light had felt like he'd won that day and the second L's eyes slipped out of focus, an enormous burden fell from his shoulders.
He had defeated Ryuuzaki.
Nothing stood in his way of being God anymore.
Well, at least that was what he had believed back then. And it really had seemed that way too.
...Until a certain angel of vengeance came along. Hah! He almost, almost laughed.
Near an angel! The damned brat was nothing short of a devil in disguise!
Ugh, he did not want to think about the little shit right now. Not ever really.
It made him sick.
Go away, Nate River!
Surprisingly, the image of Near's face dissolved.
He sighed.
The sun felt warm against his face and his hair billowed faintly in a soft breeze.
As they lay there in silence Light found his eyes slipping closed, his mind drifting off.
He wondered if day ever turned into night in this place and tried to imagine what the sky would look like, showered with stars. Would he recognize any of them? Would the map of glimmering dots of light be the same as back on earth? Again the thought about the strangeness of his afterlife and mused upon its purpose.
Why was he here?
Why was L here?
Speaking of whom...
He shifted his head and glanced swiftly at the other man.
The detective was lying on his back ands he had lifted an arm to cover his face, blocking out the strong sunlight. From what Light could see of his face, his eyes were shut, and the image actually brought forth a small shudder from Light as he remembered the last time he had seen those black pools covered behind heavy lids.
"I saw you smiling." The words were like a stab in the back. Seeing as everything seemed to have happened so fast that day, he had not been sure if L had seen the sick smirk that had ascended on his lips. Apparently, he had. Well, unless he probably would not have reacted the way he did when he met Light here.
Suddenly, Light could not decide whether he found the news pleasing or not.
He scoffed inwardly.
Of course he enjoyed hearing that! That meant L had felt defeated right before he passed away and that he had known he was beaten.
Somehow, his victory did not seem any bigger.
"So?" He replied, striving to keep his voice as plain as possible.
L shrugged. "Nothing I suppose..." A spidery hand started pulling at the grass beneath it, long fingers wrapping around the delicate straws.
An awkward silence followed, where neither of the two seemed to find something to say.
The hatred Light felt for L was still pulsing within him, but somehow, he did not feel like it was about to tear him to pieces anymore. He was probably only worn out after their fight.
Out of the blue, he wondered if one could get hungry here. It would not surprise him. Every other human feeling seemed to be present, so the thought of a possible hunger did not appear all that unlikely.
It was really weird laying here with Ryuuzaki.
Suddenly, he came to think of something.
"What's your real name?" He blurted.
He watched as the raven haired male's face tightened. "Why do you ask, Yagami-kun?"
Light felt annoyed. "Forget it!" He barked, turning his head away, gaze traveling, taking in the beauty surrounding them.
Forcing the detective out of his mind, he stubbornly focused on the sharp mountain peeks and tried to count how many of them there was. He gave up after a while however. The view appeared endless and again, he wished he knew where they were. It was all so perfect.
A world, painted only by nature. A place where all was silent and still, and each thing seemed to be in a newborn state, still covered by the first layer of dust. It was as if the landscape had never been touched by human hands. There was no pollution, no such things as cars, trains or skyscrapers. This place could not get any farther from Tokyo really. In fact, Light was pretty sure that nowhere on earth held a nature so pure as this. There were no traces of technology and the silence was overwhelming. It was indeed perfect. ...Except from the fact that it held a certain dark haired detective in it. He sighed. L always seemed to be the one behind Light's agony. L. L, L, L! Always L! For a split second, he wondered what would have happened if he and L had met under different circumstances. Like, through College or something. Maybe Yagami Light and the great detective L actually could have become close friends? He shook his head mentally when he realized where he was heading.
Ridiculous thoughts!
No matter how they had met, Light would never have taken a liking to L. He was simply too strange and annoying to get along with.
At least from Light's point of view.
"It's L."
The smooth voice that interrupted his trail of thoughts, almost caused him to jump.
L?
Light rolled his eyes and fought the urge to snort sarcastically. This was getting old.
"Yeah, sure thing Ryuuzaki." He pinched the bridge of his nose and hissed in pain as he swiped his lip, "if you don't wanna spill it, then don't. I really can't say I care. Just stop playing this foolish game of yours."
L actually chuckled and Light wondered what the fuck could be so funny. Well, this was L after all! Since when had anything he did or said made sense?
"You obviously weren't listening Light-kun," Oh great, he was doing the name thing again. Light bit his tongue. Did this torture ever stop?
"How can you say that Ryuuzaki? Of course I was listening to you. You're the one who—"
"It's L, Light-kun. L Lawliet."
Light's jaw went slack.
A/N: :Sighs: Please review!