Monday, January 21, 2008
l x light (:
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.... wad can i say? this post is dedicated to tobi =.=ll
a l x light story. enjoy. warning. yaoi. .... this is part one. entitled - The Sin of Defiance
yeah, so... ... sit back, relax, and read.
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“Ryuzaki.”
It wasn’t a question, and it wasn’t quite a calling. It was devoid of tone, emotion, everything that qualified it as communication. It was nothing but a statement, as though the four syllable statement breaking the silence was a comfort, steeling the speaker for the words to follow.
And while it woke its recipient up, it was indeed as though Light Yagami needed to say that fake name to convince himself that his enemy – his friend, his prey – was right there in front of him and, as the bottom line, not going anywhere.
Light leaned back in the chair, straightened his tie, let his gaze loiter first on the great detective L as he dragged himself awake, and then wander upwards to the mirror above the bed. The room was dark, with drawn curtains, lit only by the lamp at the bedside. It made the room gold and indistinct, a little blurred at the edges, with shadows stalking up the walls and across the floor.
The mirror was full of lies, of course, a vision of a could-have-been, where maybe it wouldn’t have had to come down to this.
Not that it mattered anymore, though.
“I must confess some things to you, Ryuzaki,” Light said finally, his soft, ice-edged voice catching L’s attention as he began to struggle. “And the first of those things is that…I’m actually a little embarrassed that I had to resort to this. I didn’t picture it this way, you know.”
L paused and frowned at him, clearly perplexed, it was a look that Light liked on him.
“Yes, genius detective that you are, I suppose it would be unfair to expect you to know exactly what happened,” Light agreed in response to the wordless question. “I drugged your tea. Yes, it’s a crude and rash method – I just confessed that it was not enamored by the lowering of my standards but nevertheless, we both know you were never going to fall asleep on your own. Measures had to be taken.”
“So then you brought me here and…”
“Yes,” Light nodded lazily from across the room. “I brought you up here, the only room on the thirteenth floor.”
“Thirteen,” L repeated bleakly. “Like thirteen days? How premeditative, Light-kun. Or was this not influenced by that? You never struck me as the superstitious type.”
“I’m not,” Light replied pleasantly, taking note of L’s ability to wake up from a drug-induced slumber and immediately, despite his predicament, be completely focused on Kira and Death Notes and silly fake rules. “Are you?”
“No.”
“But you believe in Shinigami.”
“I have been forced to.” L gazed judiciously at Light from beneath the black feathery fronds of his hair. “But that is irrelevant to all this, Light-kun.”
Light smiled.
“Of course it is.” He unfolded his legs and rose gracefully from the arm chair, straightening and making his way over to the bed. “We’re both here for a reason.”
L looked up at Light towering over him, his mahogany hair immaculately arranged, and matching eyes alight with a malicious, delighted glitter.
“I see you dressed up for the occasion,” L noted in disinterest, looking away; referring to the black suit, white shirt and crimson tie Light had donned.
“I see you didn’t,” Light replied, taking in L’s same old uniform of long-sleeved white cotton and loose-fitting denim.
“Only for special occasions, Light-kun.”
Light laughed a little.
“Well, no matter,” he said after a moment’s pause. “Maybe it’s a good thing. It would be a shame to ruin any nice clothes.”
“Yes, I think so too.”
For the first time, Light’s smile faltered a little.
“Aren’t you afraid, Ryuzaki?” he asked him quietly.
“Of you, Light-kun?” L tilted his head to the side a little. “No. Not of you.”
Light’s expression hardened.
“What about Kira then?” he hissed bending lower towards where L lay sprawled on the bed-sheets. “Are you afraid of him?”
A dangerous look flashed in L’s ebony eyes, before he leaned upwards as far as he was able to towards Light.
“You have just confirmed that Kira is a ‘he’,” He murmured, a smile starting to manifest itself on his ice-pale face. “This is a confession then, Light-kun?”
Light paused for another moment, he wasn’t going to deny it, because yes, one of the reasons he had done all this was to make sure L knew that he, Light Yagami, was Kira – that he was Justice.
But he hadn’t intended to tell him this quickly; he had meant to toy with him for a while longer, before revealing the revelation in the most crushing way possible. And he hadn’t meant for L to make the move.
But there was nothing he could do now, so he reinstated his smirk and nodded.
“Yes, Ryuzaki. I am Kira.”
The sudden wild smugness that L dared to have on his face while in his current position was unbearable, but Light looked away from him, and soothed himself with the notion that L wasn’t leaving this room alive, whether he’d solved the Kira case or not.
“Then… I was right,” L said, a childlike wonder present in his voice. “I was right all along, Light-kun…!”
“Of course you were right,” Light agreed. “But you have still lost to me, L”
“Tell me how you did it, Light-kun,” L pressed, ignoring Light’s last statement. “The Death Note? We confirmed there is more than one. The Shinigami… Amane-san must have had her own. I am right, aren’t I? I am right.”
“You’re in no position to be demanding things from me, Ryuzaki!” Light snapped, pushing L back down onto the mattress.
He was sure L had noticed, but Light decided to reinforce the apparency of the detective’s imprisonment anyway; he gave the chain a small tug to make it jingle against the metal headboard. It did make him smile to think that he had used L’s own method of freedom-snatching to imprison him – the handcuffs on their six-feet chain were a excellent restraint when looped several times through the elaborate metal design of the headboard and then snapped onto each of L’s wrists. As such, it kept L’s arms above his head and immovable, so that he couldn’t fight back; Light was well aware that L had a severely mean kick, having been on the receiving end of a few of them, but pinned down on his back to the double bed, he couldn’t gain enough momentum to do any real damage.
“Very well, Kira-kun-“
“If you are to call me ‘Kira’, then you will address me as ‘Kira-sama’,” Light interrupted haughtily.
“I will do no such thing.”
Light’s eyes flashed.
“As I said, Ryuzaki, you are in no position to-“
“That was just what I was about to say,” L cut in calmly. “If I might continue?” Light didn’t reply but L nodded. “Thank you. Now, you have admitted that you are Kira, Light-kun. While I admit to finding it odd that you would suddenly confess this, I am going to believe that you speak the truth, because my own suspicion of this premise is long-running and deeply-rooted. I may have been forced by the team to lower my suspicion of you and Amane, as well as terminate surveillance on the both of you, but I must confess something too, Light-kun, and that is that the percentage of my suspicion against you since the surveillance ended and you were cleared had in fact risen instead of dropped.”
“Your percentages are meaningless now, Ryuzaki.”
“I know. I do not doubt your confession, not because I think that you would not lie to me, but because I do believe that you are Kira, and while at times I have doubted my reasoning, I have never doubted you as the culprit, at least not to the point where my suspicion of you was at zero percent, do you see? And now that we have established that, I know what you plan to do here tonight, Light-kun, and also that you expected me to know, and so it creates confusion in you as to why I do not seem afraid.”
Even now, as L stopped talking, Light felt a silver chill slide down his spine as he looked down at the trapped detective. Did L honestly not have any emotional capacity whatsoever? To be able to talk like that, in that level tone, words flat and black as paper…about death, and about his first friend who had just admitted that he was the killer L himself had sworn to catch, and about the fact that…
“I’m going to kill you, Ryuzaki,” Light said blandly, attempting to mirror L’s tone. “You do know that, right?”
“Of course.”
“You…do not fear death?”
Light found that surprising, hadn’t L spoken of the value of life, or going back into hiding after the disclosure of the fact that the Second Kira only needed a face to kill…? It stunned him, frankly, to think that the lead detective on a case all about the apprehension of a murderer who controlled so many levels of society with his crimes, could impassively regard death as an inevitability.
But L’s answer threw him off;
“Of course I fear death, Light-kun. I do not like to be uncertain about anything, but how can I know what waits beyond death? I cannot, and so I fear it. It is a natural human reaction, don’t you think so?”
“Then why aren’t you afraid of me?” Light spat, leaning down again, clenching the front of L’s white top tightly.
L looked up at him with those big dark eyes, masked by their usual innocent, curious, fascinated curtain; but there’s something else behind it, something that Light suspected only he had ever been able to see, probably because it was in him as well – something sharp and hard. It made Light uneasy to see it in L, because it meant that L felt no reason to hide it any longer and Light didn’t feel quite as secure with that thought.
“Because you are my friend, Light-kun,” was his eventual answer.
Light gave an incredulous, coughing little laugh, letting go of L’s shirt.
“You still believe that?” he spluttered. “Ryuzaki, I hate you.”
“I do not believe that, Light-kun. We used each other, we tested each other, we rivaled with each other, we suspected each other of lies and trickery…but you are the only person I have ever met who is on my level. I cannot help but respect that. It is unfortunate that you are Kira, of course, but even that concrete evidence does not constitute, in my opinion, the denial of the fact that you and I were friends.”
Light adjusted his tie; for all his well-thought plans, L was unnerving him. L was still half-drugged, chained to the bed and surely in the last hour of his life, and yet he was seriously unnerving him.
“Fine, Ryuzaki,” Light hissed finally, “even if we were friends…no, especially because we were friends…it doesn’t mean I’m going to spare you.”
“No,” L even smiled a little. “I would expect nothing less from you, Kira-kun.”
“Don’t call me that!” Before he had even thought about what he was doing, Light hit L hard in the face. “Shut the hell up!”
L barely blinked, although it did hurt, and burned afterwards, long after Light had withdrawn his hand, and furious as he was at being hit by this brat with a God complex, it amused him also to see Light Yagami so infuriated that he would raise his hand to anyone.
Not that L hadn’t instilled that in him before…
And it was okay; true, this was neither a desirable nor ideal situation, the building being empty apart from them and the hour so late. L understood that he really was in serious trouble here – at the mercy of Kira, no less – but he was also smart enough to know that things weren’t going to go exactly as Light planned either. In fact, they already weren’t.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this, after all.
“Interesting,” L muttered. “And you were so kind to me this afternoon…” His dark eyes flickered upwards towards the flushed, enraged Light, “…in the rain.”
“You were wet,” Light replied, struggling to keep his voice expressionless. “I wouldn’t have wanted you catching your death before I got my hands on you.”
“No,” L smiled and looked at the ceiling. “I suppose not.”
There was a very long bout of silence between them; eventually Light sank down to sit on the edge of the bed, closer to L’s torso so that L couldn’t kick him.
“Will you be using the notebook?” L asked eventually. There was a slight tremor to his voice that gave it a note of anticipation. It was unsettling.
“I don’t need it,” Light replied, looking at the floor. “Not tonight. Not for you.”
“Pity.”
Light looked up at him.
“You’re disappointed?”
“Well, you seem set on my murder anyway, and I admit I am curious as to how it works…” L tilted his head towards Light. “Does that seem terribly morbid?”
Light glanced quickly at him before averting his gaze again.
“Yes, Ryuzaki, it kind of does.”
“So says the executioner.”
“It has to be this way.”
L didn’t reply for a very long time. Then;
“Light-kun?”
“Yes, Ryuzaki?”
When I first awoke, you said that you had things that you wanted to confess to me, implying a plural. So far, you have only admitted one, the fact that you are Kira. Two, I suppose, if you count utterance of your dissatisfaction with your method of capturing me. I suspect there are other things you wish to taunt me with before you kill me?”
Light turned to smile at him, “Even faced with your impending execution, your mind is on only one thing… interesting, Ryuzaki.”
“Naturally. Although, I have a question or two, Light-kun. I hope that you will answer them for me before you murder me.”
“I might, perhaps.” Light shrugged off his black jacket and dropped it onto the floor, leaving only the white shirt and red tie; reminiscent of the school uniform he had been wearing when he had first found the Death Note. “But later. I suppose that I wanted to be completely honest with you, Ryuzaki. I know it must be killing you to know exactly why Kira does what he does. I thought I would tell you. After all, you have explained your view of Justice to me. I feel that I owe you mine.”
The smile on L’s face was devoid of both warmth and humor, but he smiled all the same.
“Yes, I think I would like that, Light-kun.”
“Well…I found that notebook. A Shinigami dropped it into the world.”
“Rem-san?”
“No,” Light shook his head with a small grin. “Another one. One who loves apples a whole lot.”
L looked up at the ceiling with an inaudible sigh.
“He said he didn’t choose me, that it was simply chance that I picked it up, and maybe it is true that he didn’t choose me, but… I don’t believe it was chance that the Death Note became mine. I am not so wrapped up in idiotic practices that I do not notice the world around me, like so many of my old school-friends. I think the world is a rotten place, Ryuzaki, and I think you must think that too, because otherwise you wouldn’t have devoted your life to serving justice.”
“Please do not confuse our values, Light-kun,” L said coldly. “I find it very insulting.”
“I am not confusing them, Ryuzaki. I know that your perceptions of justice are different, and I can clearly see those differences, because I believe that your perception is wrong. No, please let me finish – this is what you wanted to hear, isn’t it? The reason I became Kira was because I knew I could make the world a better place. I know you think that Kira is wrong and evil, Ryuzaki, but that’s because you aren’t Kira. The mathematics seems simple to me, if the world is a bad place, it must be because there are bad people in it, and so the solution must be to remove the bad people. Don’t you think that makes sense, Ryuzaki? Don’t you see why I judge the wicked?”
“I can see the logic behind your reasoning, Light-kun, but I still believe you are wrong. Your perception of justice is warped, and that means that you have no right to judge others.”
“And what gives you the right to?” Light snapped, losing his temper again. “My justice is warped because you said so. That doesn’t mean anything. Who said you were right?”
“I did, Light-kun, and I am never wrong.”
Light looked at him in disgust.
“That’s so incredibly arrogant I can’t even-“
“So is judging those whom you believe to be unworthy of living,” L interrupted levelly.
“The people I kill are rapists, pedophiles, robbers, murderers-“
“Ah, but doesn’t your ‘righteous judging’ make you a murderer too, Light-kun? And besides…” A dark expression flitted over L’s features. “I think it is fair to say that not everyone you have killed fitted those descriptions. Twelve FBI agents. Naomi Misora. Lind L. Tailor, believing him to be me.” L gave a tug at the chains to make them jingle again. “And now me too. How many of us will that make then, Light-kun? How many of us who do not fit your criteria, but simply stood in your way? Fifteen, I think?” L’s eyes became colder still, until Light could barely look at him anymore. “Rather a lot of innocent lives taken by one who proclaims to slay the wicked to protect the good, wouldn’t you say?”
“Shut up!” Light cried, whirling on him. “You don’t understand! They were sacrifices, sacrifices that had to be made! I want to create a new, perfect world, Ryuzaki, filled with only good people. Don’t you think that’s a good thing?”
“At the cost of countless human lives?” L shook his head. “No, Light-kun, I don’t. Your preconceptions are noble, but your method is calculating and evil.”
“What do you know of sacrifice?” Light barbed furiously. “Anything you have lost has been meaningless to you! Those twelve FBI agents… I’m sure it was a blow to you, but only because they died, and only because the FBI refused you further support after that. Did you actually care, Ryuzaki? Ryuzaki?!”
L was quiet for a time, studying the ceiling with exaggerated interest.
“Tell me,” he said at length, still staring at the ceiling and ignoring Light’s last question completely, “did you expect to rule this new world? Did you think you would be…God?” He leveled his accusation with a piercing stare that locked their gazes.
Light stared at him, tight-lipped and half-incredulous. How the hell did the bastard know…? Maybe Light had been thinking out loud the whole time, and Ryuzaki wasn’t working anything out at all, just overhearing his thoughts…
“Don’t seem so surprised,” L said, noting the expression on Light’s face. “It was a fairly conclusive premise to arrive at. Right from the start, the entire notion of Kira has rather reminded me of a kid with a magnifying glass and an ant’s nest. Someone very immature, with no true understanding of life and death, only the knowledge that he has the power to spare some and dispose of others, installing himself as some Divine Judgment. It seems natural that someone with that kind of power would think themselves as a god. After all, the Shinigami… they are Death Gods, are they not?”
Wide-eyed, Light clenched his sweating palms; and then, finally, breathed a faint little laugh.
“You really are very clever, Ryuzaki,” he admitted. “But you must know that that is your death sentence. The likes of Matsuda I will probably never have to lay a finger on. Then again… sometimes I question your intelligence.”
“Have I ever given you reason to doubt it?” L asked, sounding rather curious.
“I think so. Sometimes I just don’t know whether you’re insane or just stupid… maybe both.”
“You aren’t making sense, Light-kun.”
Light smiled, closed his eyes, shook his head a little… and then they opened again, a wild, blazing look in them, just as his hands went around L’s slender throat.
“I am Kira, god of the new world,” he breathed, starting to strangle the detective, “and yet you continue to anger me. Are you stupid, Ryuzaki? Don’t you know you’ll be punished for defying my will? If you aren’t with me, you’re against me, and that means you’re with Raye Penber and Naomi Misora, and all the others… it means you have to die…!”
Light felt L’s knees hit his back as the detective began to panic and struggle, but nothing was strong enough to knock the younger boy away. Light felt a smile begin to pull at his lips as he watched L’s trapped hands claw desperately at thin air as he started to die-
But, ultimately, something stopped Light from going the whole way with it, and the smile faded away; just as suddenly as he had grabbed him, Light released L, leaving him to choke and gasp against the pillows as air flooded back into his bruised lungs, his eyes screwed shut.
Light leaned back with a gasp of his own; wondering what had made him stop, and wondering what had made him start. No, this wasn’t right. This wasn’t what he had prepared for…
Or was he just too much of a coward to kill L; especially with his own bare hands? He didn’t know quite what had driven him to this notion, but the Death Note…
Light gave a sudden groan, putting his head in his hands. He wasn’t thinking straight, he couldn’t, and he didn’t know why he couldn’t, but it stood that he simply couldn’t, and he needed to calm down, and…
He gave L a while to recover; no, he wasn’t finished with him yet. They hadn’t really finished talking, what had he been thinking, grabbing L like that…? Anger, perhaps – though Light did not usually have this much trouble controlling is temper. If that were the case, Misa would have been long dead by now, and probably Matsuda too…
Though maybe it was easier to kill L now – without confessing everything. Why was he doing this? He didn’t know, not anymore, had he ever even known at all? To make L happy before he died, to satisfy himself…?
Light couldn’t spare him. He had steeled himself for this, because he had always known that this was what it would come to. L was dangerous to him, but that didn’t make it any easier. He was beginning to feel the same as the day he realized what the Death Note truly was, hiding under his covers like a child. Today, with the rain, and the bells… that had been so very hard, but then, what could either of them do? They had vowed a battle before they had even met, and so in battle it would end – Kira vs L, wherever it took them.
And Light would be victorious, because he was God, and L would lose, because he had defied him.
Sacrifices were necessary, after all.
“Light-kun,” L gasped after a long while getting his breath back, “I must confess that you are making me very confused…”
Light blinked; was that really it? He had come to within inches of his death – his murder at the hand of his first and only friend – and still, when his breath returned to him, he spoke only of his confusion in that same deadpan voice. He didn’t beg for his life, or thank Light for sparing him.
Was he really so emotionless about everything…? No, Light had seen him mildly excited before, on his theft of Misa’s phone from her bad; and he’d seen him angry, and he’d seen him sulk, and he’d seen him…
…. in pain. Just now, while being strangled, just for a moment, it seemed like he had become human.
“Don’t be confused,” Light replied dully. “I am still going to kill you. How can I leave you alive now, after telling you all that stuff? I just decided not to strangle you.”
Another bout of silence washed over them; L still panting a little from his near-strangulation. Light rubbed his temples; he wasn’t able to think straight, and wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to go through with this. The Death Note made things so much easier, so much more detached, less personal… Killing someone via the notebook and killing them yourself were two very different things, and when his first personal murder victim was to be L…
But he’d cornered himself now, the whole reason he hadn’t been able to kill L up to now was because he didn’t know the bastard’s name, and now that he’d caught him and tied him down and told him all these things, now that he’d confessed to being Kira, now that he’d…
There was no way he could leave the detective alive; he knew that L knew that too, he suspected.
There was something horribly ironic about this whole situation, something that made Light feel very uneasy, and it wasn’t just L’s calm acceptance of the circumstances – though he admitted to finding that extremely unnerving also.
Barely realizing he was doing it, Light suddenly leaned back on the bed, resting his head on L’s chest.
“Light-kun, please don’t do that,” L said uneasily.
“You didn’t mind me touching you this afternoon,” Light replied emotionlessly.
“That was before you tried to strangle me.”
“Stop giving me orders and shut up,” was Light’s only reply, he moved his head a little, hearing L’s heartbeat. Lucky, lucky little detective, that it was still beating… “You said you had questions, Ryuzaki?”
“You have confessed everything?”
“Well, I have questions for you, so I think it’s only fair to answer yours first.”
“I see,” L bit at his bottom lip for a while. “Well, I have always wanted to know what happened to Naomi Misora. I knew her, you know.”
“Yes, I did know. She told me. I made her commit suicide,” Light said airily.
“How? And where is her body? It was never found…”
“I don’t know the answer to either of those questions, Ryuzaki. I didn’t specify the suicide method in the Death Note, nor the location.”
“I see,” L said again. “What a waste…”
“You seem awfully interested in her,” Light noted. “Did you…love her?”
“No, Light-kun. She was a brilliant agent, and I respected her very much, but I did not love her.”
Light paused, listening to L’s heartbeat a while longer.
“Have you ever loved anyone, Ryuzaki?”
“That’s a terrible question, Light-kun.”
“But have you?” Light pressed.
L sighed very deeply.
“Yes, Light-kun, at least, I believe so. And only once.”
“Hn,” Light stared up at the shadowed ceiling too. “I admit I’m surprised. You seem so…incapable of feeling anything like that. I’m sorry if that offends you, Ryuzaki, but that’s how I perceive you.”
L shrugged.
“It doesn’t matter. He’s dead anyway.”
The gender defining prefix hit Light over the head like a brick and made him look sharply at L.
“He?” he repeated.
“You find that strange?” L replied dully, not looking at him.
Light hesitated; when he considered the way L sat, and the way he held things, and the way he refused to wear socks, he admitted that a homosexual tendency would probably be the most normal thing about the detective.
Though the revelation itself wasn’t really what had rattled him…
“I suppose not,” Light answered flatly. “You said he was dead?”
“Yes. Not too long ago.”
Light opened his mouth to say that he was sorry; but instead he gave a small snort of laughter.
“Oh, Ryuzaki…don’t tell me it was Penber!”
“Of course not,” L flexed his long pale fingers, his expression completely emotionless. “His name was Light Yagami.”
Light felt his heart make a rapid decline towards his stomach, sitting sharply upright to look down at L properly.
“What are you talking about?!” he snapped incredulously. “Is this your idea of a joke? Are you trying to-?”
“You asked, and I answered you.”
“Well,” Light seethed, “If you love me so damn much, Ryuzaki, then surely it can’t have escaped your notice that I am in fact still very much alive!”
L smirked at him.
“You’re wrong. It isn’t you that I loved. You are Kira.”
“Oh, in principle, yes, you are the same person,” L agreed absently. “If Kira and Light Yagami were perceived as entirely separate from one another, then Kira would be uncatchable. That is not possible. But we aren’t speaking in terms of principles. Kira is a role you have created for yourself, which means that though it has become a part of Light Yagami, it is not actually him, since Light Yagami existed before Kira did. Kira has only existed for as long as the notebook has been in your possession and you have retained your knowledge of it; the actuality of Kira is infact the link between yourself and the notebook. Remove the notebook and all knowledge of it, and you remove the link, and you therefore remove Kira, and you are left with Light Yagami.”
“You…know about the memory loss process?” Light asked faintly. “When you give up ownership of the notebook?”
It was a guess. Rem-san would not tell me if I was right or wrong. I will assume I was correct, as you brought it up unprompted.”
Light took a deep breath; he realized what L was saying. The detective considered that Light-with-Death-Note-memories Kira, and so, by elimination process, that made Light-without-Death-Note-memories… Light Yagami.
“You loved me after I lost my memory,” he whispered finally.
“You were different then,” L sighed in disinterest.
“You still suspected me of being Kira.”
“No, I suspected that you had been Kira. I knew you were not at that time. I could never love Kira – but now that your memories have returned, and once again you begin your judgments, I do not believe I am wrong in concluding that Light Yagami is dead, because Light Yagami would not do the things that you do.”
“That doesn’t make any sense, Ryuzaki,” Light hissed.
“Yes it does. Light Yagami was much, much stronger than Kira – much stronger than you.”
Light clenched his shaking fists, furious with L for his words and his assumptions and the love that he was quick to give, but quicker still to take back.
“So…you would only want me if I gave up the Death Note?”
L shook his head.
“No, it is too late for that now. If you were to give it up and lose your memory once again, I would still be forced to have you arrested and sentenced as Kira, because, as I said, the two cannot be entirely separated. Light Yagami became Kira, and so must be punished as such.”
“Then you do not truly love…” Light trailed off, wondering how best to describe the part of him that L had become attached to. “…me.”
“I agree,” L said in a very bored voice. “You’re Kira. We discussed this, Light-kun.”
“If you think that, then why do you keep calling me ‘Light-kun’?”
“Because you hit me for calling you ‘Kira’,” L said flatly by way of reply. “And I suppose that it is a habit by now, rather like the way you still call me ‘Ryuzaki’. I don’t think your father would ever have taken kindly to me addressing you as ‘Kira-kun’, do you?”
“No, I… I suppose not.”
Light’s murderous intent was rapidly running out of steam, and for a while he sat in silence, staring fixedly at the carpet and toying with his tie, trying to screw up the courage to just suffocate L with a pillow and be done with it already.
As if he had needed that damn detective to make things harder than they already were…
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okay. end of part 1. will post part 2 like... uh... tml or sth, if i rmb to. hnn....
“Ryuzaki, no matter what world, the god of that world creates the rules. You will be defeated by the fake rules I have created, and die for the sin of defying me.” – Light Yagami, Death Note: Volume 7
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