Epilogue: At the End of the Tunnel
L sat down at his desk and shouldered his bag onto the floor, ignoring the ringing applause which surrounded him like the walls of an asylum, especially the whoops from Aizawa. He had just watched Light being driven in the back of a high-security van to Tokyo West, and it did not put him in the mood for celebration. He kept his eyes to his desk, and fumbled under a small mountain of confetti for a bag of chocolate eclairs, preparing himself for the prospect of another forty years of hell-bent misery and boredom.
Half an hour later he switched on his radio.
An hour later, he had the smallest of smiles on his face.
Ten miles away from the prison, the truck holding Light Yagami had inexplicably come to a halt next to a slightly dented red Camaro, and four men, one blond, one red, one brunet and one inky black, had escaped by helicopter, and were even now heading for international waters with the police snapping fruitlessly at their heels.
L had naturally had no idea that Teru Mikami had been still alive, let alone that he had been hiding in Tokyo. Of course he had had no comprehension that the man would try and help his lover escape, or that Light had any other old friends in the area willing to lend a hand.
But he couldn't hide his smile as he ate the last chocolate eclair and screwed the wrapper into a little ball, flicking it at Aizawa's purple, outraged face. Light and his lover were together, and L himself could devote as long as he desired trying to catch them again. And the intolerably smug applause from braindead twerps had definitely ceased to plague him.
"What a terrible annoyance," he murmured within Aizawa's earshot. He did not care if he was believed or not. The future beckoned, and with Light and Mikami to outwit, he would definitely have plenty to think about.
THE END
So that's it, the edited version which is hopefully slightly more satisfying. I'd love a review to see what people thought?