The rain lashed against the pale face of Light Yagami. Even though the icey daggers cut through him like a thousand knives, his unnerving arua never faulted. His dark expression was fixed, never to be touched or altered. His mud-stained hair danced unceremoniously as the ever-going painful wind and unsteady heartbeats acted as a rhythm.
He stared unhappily at the abyss hat lay before him. He sighed. Light liked the silence. The feeling that no one was there - judging your every breath. The silence was his happiness. His drug. An unwanted, unneeded, smile spread across his face. It was off key - just like everything else I his worthless body. The only thing good in his life was gone. The only good in the world was gone... and it was his own fault. He looked down sadly at the river below.
The orange sun shone it's last rays on the small village. They could see the shops' doors close and lights' turn off for the night. A low but steady murmur of unfamiliar voices lingered 'til way past 8:00om - when the shops' were meant to close.
" Are you coming then...?"
" Due to the fact we are handcuffed together means that I cannot not, even if I would wish to." L glanced down at the handcuffs he had angrily put I on a mere few months before. There were bond to be a red mark long after he took it off, eve if it wasn't that tight. He didn't actually care about himself being 'scarred', it was Light he did care for.