Dread Summons Met
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Category:
Death Note › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
6,989
Reviews:
26
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Death Note, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Epilogue
I am now hard at work on Poison To The Plate…*cocks rifle* so no worries to those who have been waiting. Please don’t expect much of this epilogue? *aims at plot bunnies* There may be some questions left, but I left them all intentionally for various…reasons…, (I think) *BANG*
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L sat playing pong on his computer. PONG! The great L was busying his mind with such a menial thing. Watari shook his head as he approached with a shining silver tray laden with L’s requests.
“We got a call from Detective Klein, He says he has a case that you might find interesting.”
“We won’t be leaving Japan until Kira has been captured.” Watari sighed wondering if L would even look at the email. L had become quite the procrastinator in the past months.
“L, it’s been three months now. We have no leads. I think it best if you hand this case down to someone else.”
“Watari, never have I given up on a case. I will not rest until Kira is behind bars.”
“L… I know you don’t want to hear this but… Kira has calmed with the killings. Its only once a week that a criminal dies. And judging from the profile, who ever is Kira is more than likely not here in Japan, maybe in northern Europe or America. But not here.”
“I will not rest until Light has been avenged.”
“L…”
“No Watari, You saw what happened. I wronged Light, it’s the least I can do…” Watari put the tray on the desk and returned to his position by the cart.
“As you wish L.” Watari retrieved the empty dishes, and retreated.
When Watari had left, the door closed securely behind him, L opened the hidden windows of news reports around the world. He clicked play and watched riveted to the screen as he blindly grasped for the notebook beneath the keyboard that he had efficiently hid from Watari.
He proceeded to flip to an empty page.
“…Gavin Pran was captured today in the downtown Chicago Plias shopping center. A anonymous caller identified him shopping inside circuit city.” The screen showed a young man with small but cold eyes and dark black hair with stubble on his face. It looked as if the man had just tasted something extremely sour. “Mr. Pran stands accused of kidnapping and raping a 20 year old Michigan woman visiting Chicago. The police suspected that there have been others…” L toned out the rest of the report and quickly scribbled the man’s name down on a page that was already half full of names.
A tall shadow blocked out what little light there was in the room from the nearly shut curtains.
“You are sure that the last of the rules are false Shinigami san?”
“Oh yeah, Light had me write those down to fool you… I still don’t know what his plan was though.”
“I think I understand his thinking.”
“Ohhh Ryuzaki! Are those for me?” The shinigami was bouncing off the ceiling, his grin widened even beyond the mangled mess it usually bore. Light was eyeing the tray where a large bowl of red delicious apples sat looking as appetizing as possible.
“Yes shinigami san. Please make them last. I never made a habit of eating apples before, if I ask for more it will appear suspicious.” Said L never taking his eyes off the screen of his computer.
“Ga i.” Said the tall dark shinigami around a mouthful of core.
“Did you talk to Raito kun?” The shinigami looked hesitantly at L.
“Yeah… but he doesn’t want to see you. You just keep to your end of the bargain and I will get him down here to see you.” L had so many questions to ask the shinigami, but he knew they would for the most part go unanswered or else he would be given repetitive answers that he already knew.
The shinigami eyed the detective for a long moment before discreetly swiping another apple from the bowl.
“Hey L, do you really love Light?” L stopped typing and turned to the shinigami.
“Why did ratio kun say something?”
“Na, nothing like that.” L looked up at the shinigami warily raising a brow.
“Then how do you know of our romantic affair?” The shinigami’s pale skin tinged with a tiny hue of pink, L imagined the ratio to be one vanilla milk shake to one drop of strawberry syrup. Oh yes the shinigami knew of it.
“Oh, ha. Well...” The shinigami scratched the back of his head as he began to phase through the ceiling looking for escape.
“I see, well I will call for Watari to retrieve the apples, no use letting them sit here to rot.” L shrugged. Getting this shinigami’s attention was disgustingly simple. The shinigami phased back into the room looking worriedly between the apples and L. L fixed him with a steady gaze.
“Well I kinda… checked in on Light once… or twice.”
“I see how convenient for a voyeur to become a shinigami.”
“Hey you’ll see, it gets boring as hell up there. There is nothing to do…but watch.”
“Yes, I do suppose I will see for myself…”
The End.
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L sat playing pong on his computer. PONG! The great L was busying his mind with such a menial thing. Watari shook his head as he approached with a shining silver tray laden with L’s requests.
“We got a call from Detective Klein, He says he has a case that you might find interesting.”
“We won’t be leaving Japan until Kira has been captured.” Watari sighed wondering if L would even look at the email. L had become quite the procrastinator in the past months.
“L, it’s been three months now. We have no leads. I think it best if you hand this case down to someone else.”
“Watari, never have I given up on a case. I will not rest until Kira is behind bars.”
“L… I know you don’t want to hear this but… Kira has calmed with the killings. Its only once a week that a criminal dies. And judging from the profile, who ever is Kira is more than likely not here in Japan, maybe in northern Europe or America. But not here.”
“I will not rest until Light has been avenged.”
“L…”
“No Watari, You saw what happened. I wronged Light, it’s the least I can do…” Watari put the tray on the desk and returned to his position by the cart.
“As you wish L.” Watari retrieved the empty dishes, and retreated.
When Watari had left, the door closed securely behind him, L opened the hidden windows of news reports around the world. He clicked play and watched riveted to the screen as he blindly grasped for the notebook beneath the keyboard that he had efficiently hid from Watari.
He proceeded to flip to an empty page.
“…Gavin Pran was captured today in the downtown Chicago Plias shopping center. A anonymous caller identified him shopping inside circuit city.” The screen showed a young man with small but cold eyes and dark black hair with stubble on his face. It looked as if the man had just tasted something extremely sour. “Mr. Pran stands accused of kidnapping and raping a 20 year old Michigan woman visiting Chicago. The police suspected that there have been others…” L toned out the rest of the report and quickly scribbled the man’s name down on a page that was already half full of names.
A tall shadow blocked out what little light there was in the room from the nearly shut curtains.
“You are sure that the last of the rules are false Shinigami san?”
“Oh yeah, Light had me write those down to fool you… I still don’t know what his plan was though.”
“I think I understand his thinking.”
“Ohhh Ryuzaki! Are those for me?” The shinigami was bouncing off the ceiling, his grin widened even beyond the mangled mess it usually bore. Light was eyeing the tray where a large bowl of red delicious apples sat looking as appetizing as possible.
“Yes shinigami san. Please make them last. I never made a habit of eating apples before, if I ask for more it will appear suspicious.” Said L never taking his eyes off the screen of his computer.
“Ga i.” Said the tall dark shinigami around a mouthful of core.
“Did you talk to Raito kun?” The shinigami looked hesitantly at L.
“Yeah… but he doesn’t want to see you. You just keep to your end of the bargain and I will get him down here to see you.” L had so many questions to ask the shinigami, but he knew they would for the most part go unanswered or else he would be given repetitive answers that he already knew.
The shinigami eyed the detective for a long moment before discreetly swiping another apple from the bowl.
“Hey L, do you really love Light?” L stopped typing and turned to the shinigami.
“Why did ratio kun say something?”
“Na, nothing like that.” L looked up at the shinigami warily raising a brow.
“Then how do you know of our romantic affair?” The shinigami’s pale skin tinged with a tiny hue of pink, L imagined the ratio to be one vanilla milk shake to one drop of strawberry syrup. Oh yes the shinigami knew of it.
“Oh, ha. Well...” The shinigami scratched the back of his head as he began to phase through the ceiling looking for escape.
“I see, well I will call for Watari to retrieve the apples, no use letting them sit here to rot.” L shrugged. Getting this shinigami’s attention was disgustingly simple. The shinigami phased back into the room looking worriedly between the apples and L. L fixed him with a steady gaze.
“Well I kinda… checked in on Light once… or twice.”
“I see how convenient for a voyeur to become a shinigami.”
“Hey you’ll see, it gets boring as hell up there. There is nothing to do…but watch.”
“Yes, I do suppose I will see for myself…”
The End.