The Last Enemy

By: PhoenixJustice

Disclaimer: Death Note is owned by Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata. I only own this story and make no profit from this.

Warning: M for sexual content, slash, language, violence, etc

Pairing: L/Light

Setting: Up to episode 25 of the anime, with spoilers of the anime and manga.

Summary: Light's master plan to kill L is shot down by one person's foolish decision and the result leaves Light and Kira at odds within Light.

A/N: Words cannot express just how much getting into Death Note has changed me; in the best way possible of course. Harry Potter started it (Snarry FTW!) And Heroes (Kiro and Petrellicest FTW!)helped to shape what Snarry had started and Death Note helped to complete it. I have never written better and I am finally able to complete works and I my imagination is being used to its fullest, something which I cannot express how grateful I am; being able to get my very large imagination into a written word is a dream for me, making me remember why writing is my greatest passion of all.

Dedicated to: Exis, Sushi, Amireal, Everworld2662, elise509, 47trek47, tjutjutjutju, amenochikara, AuntZelda, Snapesfavorite, Telanu, StarryGazer, Sakurazukimori6, Mikanis, skydark, MiaoShou, Serria and those over on swordmates, snapepotter, and snarrygames over on livejournal (plus many others); it's because of all of you plus many others whom I couldn't all name without taking up the whole chapter, that I have become the writer and reader that I have become. All you have been kind enough to review and read my stories; you don't know just how much it means to me. Fanfiction is demoralized by some people, saying it isn't 'true' work and is just a watered down imitation of what the original author did to begin with; I don't agree. Some fanfic out there isn't very good, true, but you'll find that just as easily with 'real' fic as well. But those of us who strive to make something truly worthwhile and great, who work hard at what we do because we love to do it, we write these with all we have, to make them as great as any 'true' book out there. Fanfiction deserves a better place and name in the world for all its accomplished; we have people doing doujinshi out there and 'they' can publish, but we cannot; they can be rewarded for all their hard work, but we cannot. It is an unfair double standard, but one which is (very) slowly, starting to change; many people's fanfiction views have changed; we are even starting to see fanfiction panels at anime conventions and the like. Fanfiction is one of the greatest outlets we have out in the world at large, and I say we use it to the fullest and blow away everyone's perceived notion about it!

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Part Two-

Logical and Illogical

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"The truth will set you free, but first it will make you miserable." James A. Garfield

Ryuuzaki holds the Death Note between his thumb and forefinger, gazing at the innocent looking notebook which held so much malevolence and so many other darker things inside of its pages. Such a small thing that had witnessed--and caused--death upon deaths. Logic said that killing a person with only a name and a face--or just a face as with the Second Kira because of the Eyes--was something illogical, but it was something that had been proven over and over by the masses who died under it's 'illogical' nature. Logic said that a notebook and pen could never be used in a mass-murder the likes of which the world had never seen--and doubtlessly would never see again (even if Kira imitators tried to pop up).

Logic was supposed to be a near infallible thing, but cracks were appearing in its armor--the same as cracks were appearing in Kira's armor, some subtle, others larger, but appearing nonetheless. L Lawliet followed his own brand of logic, not the same as everyone else followed, no, but something that had been crafted slowly from the age of seven when he had appeared at Wammy's House for the first time and after. His form of logic accepted the appearance of a Death Note very well--the Shinigami had been a harder pill to swallow; to have to believe in such a thing was bitter to him because it had so many more impossibilities and factors and unknown things that he could not control, could not learn and that tugged at him and ate away at him.

Whatever he had learned from the Death Note, had learned from the Shinigami Rem...it was not enough, and would not be enough, at least not yet, for L's own brand of logic demanded that he test out the 13-day rule out, the rule that stood out immediately as being fake. He sometimes he wished he were around more people of his own level of intelligence (Kira did not count!), that could help him see the things that he might possibly be missing.

Light Yagami fulfilled his every desire when it came to finding someone to be able to, finally, speak to on an intelligence level that no one else had come even close to matching. He provided L with endless sorts of conversations and in their continued race to one-up each other he had felt alive as he never had in his static existence. As gratifying it was to be able to argue one night over the inconsistencies in something or the nature of another, as gratifiying it was to watch over Light Yagami when he was unawares,--a dangerous thing that L could not fully stop himself from doing--, as gratifying as it was to see the look on Light's face when L gained a point in his favor in their ever-waging war of theirs, it was a dangerous pasttime that would soon reach a conclusion once he spoke the words to have the criminal he picked out--a thoughtless murderer (though not nearly as evil as Kira) who would be executed soon anyway--and waited the thirteen days for the answer he knew would be coming, something that Light Yagami would no longer be able to deny; Light Yagami is Kira. And soon would come the point to where Light would no longer be able to hide behind any facade.

As much as the investigative team believed in Light, L believed in Light--as Kira. He was 99 percent certain now that Light was Kira and it would become 100 percent once his hypothesis was proven to be correct.

Watari, no, Qullish Wammy...master inventor and detective...was dead. This was a fact that could not be denied and was being taken care of by Ide-san, Mogi-san and Yagami-san the same moment that he gazes upon the Note. Qullish had been apart of his life for so long now, more than half of it and it hurt. Qullish was not a father to him, nor a grandfather, but he had been his closest, his only, companion for such a long time and the fact that he would no longer have the presence of the man around him was a cold hard one to have to realize indeed. He would have to remember--as if he would ever truly forget--to speak to Roger about it soon.

Thinking helped the mind, at least his; the continual motion of his thoughts helped to keep the sorrow and anger at bay, emotions which he could not afford to dwell in too deeply. Contrary to who thought he was just being stubborn and refused to see the truth, the detectives, Light, Amane-san, whoever; he did not want Light Yagami to be Kira. Light had given him the intellectual stimulation that he had been sorely lacking (for all of Watari's strengths, intelligence being one of them, he could not compete on L's level--this wasn't egotism on his part, it was merely a fact), he played tennis with him and for a small window of time--even while his mind worked on the percentage of Light Yagami possibly being Kira--he allowed himself a modicum of relaxation and felt that first spark that made him know what being alive like other people felt like.

For he was 'L', world's three greatest detectives, and he was not allowed the luxery of normalcy like everyone else--he couldn't allow it. Light had given him many other things; introductions to new outlets, like fighting--he never had a true chance to try out the capeiora skills (that he had learned from Naomi Misora1) out on anyone. Fighting Light had been a kind of release in and of itself. Trading words along with blows was one of the most gratifying things he had ever experienced before--maybe even better than cake (though that thought was almost too impossible to believe.)

There was also something else--a darker thing that ran through L's system which was ignored at all costs. He did not allow himself to watch over Light Yagami too often, because the most wild and completely unfathomable thoughts would pop into his head and he would have to get another piece of cake, or coffee, and wash the unneeded thoughts away. He could not have any sort of good feeling about Light Yagami because that would be his downfall and Kira would win. He could never like Light Yagami, could never let the passions that sometimes felt would spill over, win. He held an attraction inside him for the obviously beautiful man--one who had the name of murderer! Killer! Kira!, running through his veins. He would rather dry up and become a complete hermit than allow himself to be taken control over by hormones which would try and convince him of Kira being someone other than Kira, of Kira being only Light Yagami (which was a fact that he would never wrap his head around).

It was a blessing, those days he had been handcuffed to Light, that Light had been prudish enough that he would turn around to dress and L could turn and think of a former case or such to keep himself occupied while those glimpses of skin could be put back into a shirt and jeans once more as well as a blessing that Light had flat-out refused to shower with him and L would chain him to the bed (not as good as it could have sounded) and would take a shower alone. It was in those few and far between times that sometimes L would finally give into the building pressure that never seemed to go away and would wrap his hand around his throbbing cock and would carefully keep from thinking about anything--or anyone--in general as he stroked himself to completion. But there had been a few cases when the pressure was too great and his mind too open and the image of Light, Light turning to look at him, Light smiling almost sincerely, glimpses of tantalizing skin and a voice that sometimes turned husky without realizing it, would come into his head and he would have to bite his lip so hard to keep from crying out that it would bleed as he came hard in his own hand.

Those few times would have to do (just because he was an antisocial person didn't mean that he didn't feel emotions the same as others, or passions, in this case) because he would not let himself get trapped in the web of lust that Light Yagami had snared so many other willing females into.

Light Yagami could not, would not, be allowed to win. No matter what the sacrifice that must be made--a sacrifice that L thought moments earlier he would have to pay, after the screen flashed All Data Deleted and he thought he had felt a twinge in his heart, causing him to fall out of his chair. He had felt mortal fear truly for the first time then, at the first twinge; he thought that Kira had somehow won at last, that Kira, Light, had somehow figured out his name and a means which to kill him. But his next breath had come surprisingly easy and he had looked up to see Light running away, a sign of guilt? That sign is what had Light's probability of being Kira up to 99.1 percent now.

He stops his stare contest with the notebook and sets it down on the desk in front of him. Turned away from Matsuda-san, Aizawa-san and Light-kun, he stares at the blank screens in front of him--they had yet to be turned back on, rebooted. He holds back a sigh that wanted permission to leave his throat, denied!, and raises a hand. With a few simple pushes on his keyboard, the computers and screens come back to life and L was allowed to begin again.

A shadow passes over him and he holds back a shiver as he gets approached by--

"Ryuuzaki..."

Why couldn't Light-kun just stay away? He was making things more difficult than L wanted or needed. Using that tone of voice--one almost like the one he used when he had lost his memories of the Death Note (for he believed that he had them back now). It sounded so real that L hated him for it.

He jerks back a little, unable to help himself, when Light touches his shoulder, making him feel as if he was branded with a hot iron. Folly..foolish...dangerous...too dangerous...he would never allow evil to succeed. He gets himself into check in a quick moment and turns to look at Light, hating Light all the more for the look in his eyes, the sincerity that had to be just as false as that facade he was putting on.

Damn you, Kira...

"I'm sorry about your loss, Ryuuzaki." Murmured Light. "...Are you all right? You fell out of your chair pretty hard."

As L looks up at Light, he reacts; he pushes a couple of buttons on his keyboard without looking at it, and a phone suddenly rings, once, twice, before getting picked up.

"Yes?"

L continues to look at Light as he utters his next words; "I believe we are ready to proceed. I want you to get the criminal to write the chosen name down in exactly one hour. Watari is dead, so I will be using that time to create another means which you can use to contact me. Be ready in one hour and forty seconds; call me after the person dies."

He pushes a button to stop the conversation, never breaking his gaze from Light's the whole time.

Your move, Light-kun.

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1-- Naomi Misora taught L how to use capeiora, the brazilian style of fighting which he uses, that we've seen him use in the anime and manga. This is explained in How to Read 13.

A/N: Oh my god, I can never express just how much I love L and Light as characters. They are two of the most facinating characters I have ever read/seen before and the second tier characters, Mello, Near, Matt, the detectives, the Shinigami...everyone's so facinating--it makes for more awesome stories because everyone compliments each other in so many ways.

Hoped you liked this chapter as well! I always find myself surprised by the switching of POV's, lol, but it works out well, so I'm happy. I particularly love this fic because I am finding so much inspiration for it and everything, but I am letting myself go at my own pace and I am not rushing myself any. I am doing this fic for myself, because I've wanted to do the idea for awhile, and I hope that everyone can see all the hard work I put into this, as I do with all my other fics.

Well, next chapter shall be soon, it may or not be from Light's POV, hard to say because even --I-- don't know, lol. XD

Tell me what you thought of this chapter!

--PhoenixJustice