I didn't feel like writing, so I tried anyway, and predictably it turned out pretty awful. I had to cut it short, even. (Also I've got an insane migraine, so ignore any weird errors. ^^;)

I wanted to listen to "Passive" by A Perfect Circle while writing this, but I'm on the wrong computer so I ended up with "Move It Like This" by Baha Men, which isn't quite the same.



It happens too slowly; L falls, Light follows, L closes his eyes, and he's dead. There's no adrenaline pounding in Light's ears, no victory music, just the overhead lights flickering and Matsuda gasping quietly, and when Light looks up, nothing's different. Nothing's different at all.

And "Ryuzaki," he shouts, voice quivering (and he's strangely detached, this isn't Light at all), "Ryuzaki, Ryuzaki–" and this is it? This is the best that L can do? There's so much he could've done before he died, but he simply fell, as if he was no better than a prison inmate, a foolish criminal who broke the rules of the new world.

And suddenly, Light has won, and it hits him that he'll have to keep this up for years; he'll be Kira always, without an L. Killing L was his last chance to get back at the detective, and Light didn't even do it himself, let L die all too quickly.

"Kira's coming for us too, he'll kill us," Light exclaims, breathing hard and forcing his hands to shake, and Matsuda's covering his head in his hands, Aizawa's voice is trembling, Mr. Yagami is curling his hand into a fist, and at least Light can find a little comfort in that. Even if L's death was relatively painless, the rest of the NPA will feel his heart attack; it will be with them up until the day they meet the same fate.

He can't wait to break the news to Aiber and Wedy.