Title: Carousel

Author: shinzona

Pairing: LightxL

Story: Death note snippets, L's and Light's point of view...

FYI: I do not own Death note

Chapter 3

I am justice.

You're probably a high school kid or a student.
A vigilante pretending to be a God.

Childish thoughts.
So immature.
Just like me.

"People are committing less crimes ..." I hear a policeman remark.
He could have a point here... and then I wonder.

Are you justice ?

How did the criminals that had died been broadcasted in the media before ?
Did you know about their faces and names ?
And if you did, how did you know ?

So many unanswered questions.

23 criminals died by a heart attack.
All during the day.
Kira can kill whenever he wants thus erasing the 'student' hypothesis.

Are you really a student or someone else ?
Is that what you're trying to make us all believe ?
Was that your plan all along ?
To make us believe you're not a student afterall ?

Or do you by any chance have access to police reports ?
Is it a coincidence ?
Why are you making me doubt ?
Why are all these questions leading to other ones ?

This poorly lit room is suffocating me.
The floor is too cold, the air unbreathable.
My head is spinning.

Who are you ?

A simple member of the police staff?
No, you are more special than that.

This I will find out one way or another.

...

The trust between L and the police will have to eventually break.
How can you have faith in someone with no name nor a face.
Why should they believe you L ?
Therefore, people will automatically resign for fear of their lives.

Do you sense what I'm planning L ?
It's haunting my every move I'm making.
Here in the deserted streets leading to my home.

Nevertheless, it's a clear sky and the moon is high.
I could stay here all night.
Even if you already suspect me.
By having me followed so closely.

A mere student, it couldn't be me.
Didn't I make myself more clear ?
I can kill whenever I want.

Even if you're tailing me, I could end his life.
By having his name and face, I could provoke you.

The only thing would be to sign a pact with the devil.
To have his precious red eyes.
A price I would have to pay.

Could I do it ?

A trade between the half of my life and this Godly gift ?
Giving a part of myself to get to you.

Just to get you off my back ?

At the end of the day and night, I am justice.