Four years and some odd months later, Raito Yagami found himself standing in an abandoned warehouse, hating the childlike creature before him with all his might.
You're nothing compared to L, Near. Nothing!
The world was moving in slow motion, just as it had when he lost her. It was his own fault that she was dead. He knew it wasn't love; he didn't love her. He'd never loved her. But he'd liked her, cared for her, hated her, and now...
Mokami, the clever tool he'd picked up in an attempt to shake those pesky heirs L had failed to mention, crept inside the door. Crimson eyes glinting, the crazed man began counting to forty.
No one died.
Mikami was apprehended.
The notebook was fake.
"Raito Yagami, you are Kira."
The remaining shreds of Raito-s feeble sanity burned to dust. He heard himself, laughing wildly, from a distance. Felt his purposes, all of them, slipping away.
"Yes, I am Kira. But also the God of this New World."
He was lying to himself. He knew he was caught. There was no way out.
"You're nothing but a murderer," the white-haired boy said coolly.
No, no, he was a murderer, but also so much more...Wasn't he?
"Ryuk! You can still kill them!" He was desperate, foolish...The hinigami had said from the start that he wasn't on Raito's side. Self-serving bastard... "Will you write their names?!"
"Sure, I'll write it."
"I've won, Near! I've won, and you're going to-" A sudden pain in his chest stopped him. He fell to the floor, vision blurring, rigor mortem already beginning to set in. "R-Ryuk...?"
The grinning Death God held up his Death Note, and Raito was staring at his own names. His death certificate.
He felt the others gawking at his pitiful state, and didn't care. It wouldn't matter. It never really mattered.
Near. Near was nothing like L, not the real L. It occurred to him that even he hadn't known everything about her...And he smiled. L was smart. She wouldn't have shown the Devil himself her innermost secrets for all the sugar in the world.
"Urk-!" He was running out of time, and thinking the strangest things for a man breathing his last. He wondered faintly whether L had loved him, if she as capable of such things.
Probably not.
He felt...peaceful, somehow. L had been beautfiul. Intelligent. Clever and mysterious.
And she has, if only for a little while, been his. That was the main difference between L and Near.
Blood trickled out of his wounded hand and onto the wet ground beneathe him. Tears soon joined it. Whether he admitted it or not, he missed L. Badly. And he would never see her again.
An image of her flashed across his vision, and he was gone. In the end, it really was L who had won.
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You know...I didn't think it that bad before, but...typing this up, that end bit made me feel a little sixk. x__X;
Anyway. Everybody's been so good to me and this story. Thanks to any and everyone who read and/or reviewed!!
Also, just to let anybody thinking about it know...No, I won't write an additional chapter. Sorry. I warned of an unhappy ending in the beginning.
Disclaimer: As stated in the first chapter, I do not own Death Note. If I did, I would have no need to write things like this.