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Death Note › Yaoi-Male/Male › L/Light
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
26
Views:
7,768
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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Funeral Bells
Warnings for this chapter: Language, angst, WIP.
SPOILERS: Volumes 1-7, 13 of manga, episodes 1-26 of anime, L's true name.
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Law and Right
Chapter 11: Funeral Bells
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"Yagami-kun," Ryuzaki said softly as he entered the room, closing the door behind himself.
Light pulled himself from the bathroom mirror, walking into the main room with a blank expression. "What is it?"
The cameras, Ryuzaki decided, had not conveyed Light's expression, the way his eyes were so... distant. It made his heart ache. "I..." had come to sit in the room with you? That sounded stupid. "Thought perhaps you would enjoy a bit of company."
"You thought wrong," Light replied, but it lacked the usual venom of his angry comments.
That, too, made Ryuzaki's heart ache. "I do not think so."
"There you go, thinking again," Light said bitterly, turning away from Ryuzaki and going back to the mirror, staring into his own eyes.
Slowly, Ryuzaki followed, stood slumped in the doorway. "What are you looking for, Yagami-kun?"
An irritated glance gave Light's eyes a tiny flicker of life. "Myself," he spat.
The silence stretched as Light gazed into the mirror again, as he had done for so many long hours. Thunder rumbled overhead, and Ryuzaki came to a decision.
"Come with me, Yagami-kun," he held out his hand.
Light glanced at Ryuzaki in the mirror, his gaze falling to the reflection of that hand. He felt something inside him tighten with fear, but a need that overrode that fear, a need he didn't really understand. Reluctantly, he turned, accepted the hand.
Ryuzaki's fingers gave a gentle squeeze, then he turned and led Light slowly out of the infirmary, up flight after flight of stairs, until they came to a landing with only a door. Ryuzaki opened it, and they both walked out onto the roof.
It was raining heavily, just as it had been, the night Light had been raped. He gazed at the roof, blinked a few times, then looked back at Ryuzaki. "We're..."
"Yes. We're back in Japan," Ryuzaki agreed quietly, walking out into the rain and closing his eyes. "Last time I was up here... the bells were ringing. Like there was a wedding, or perhaps... a funeral."
"Kira's funeral," Light replied softly, tipping his head back, letting the rain wash over his face. "My funeral."
"There are no bells today, Yagami-kun. The bells were for Kira. Not for you. Not then, and not now," Ryuzaki turned to look at him.
Light's eyes were closed, and despite the rain, he knew it was obvious he was crying. It was as if his empty heart had suddenly been filled with an immeasurable sadness and yet... he felt better for it. Something, after all, was often better than nothing.
When the first sob clawed its way from Light's throat, Ryuzaki led him inside, sat him down on the steps.
Light lowered his head, folded his arms over his chest and let the grief ripple through him. Let himself sob, let the tears, the pain, finally release from within him. When Ryuzaki wrapped a towel around his shoulders, he couldn't stop himself from leaning on the detective. He was so weak, so frail, but he couldn't find the strength to be disgusted with himself for it.
Several floors below, Watari let out a sigh of relief. It was about time that Light got around to crying it out.
Ryuzaki didn't know exactly how to deal with it, so he did what he thought Watari might do. He put an arm around Light's shoulders and simply waited.
An hour later, Light was shivering from wet and cold, but calm. He didn't quite know how to proceed, but he felt better. Felt... relaxed, renewed, as if somehow, releasing all those tears had emptied out all the pain he'd been holding in for so many months. He had cried before, sure, but never like that. Never with the all-consuming sobs that debilitated him, stole his breath and focused his mind on only the pain he had felt.
"Thank you," he whispered weakly when he finally had the strength, closing his eyes and resting his head on Ryuzaki's shoulder.
"You're welcome, Yagami-kun," Ryuzaki whispered in reply. "We should change into something dry so we don't fall ill," he suggested gently.
"Yes," Light agreed, slowly pulling away. "We should."
Ryuzaki stood, casting their towels aside, reaching out to take Light's arm when he rose unsteadily. "Be careful," he muttered needlessly.
Light only nodded, slowly making his way down the staircases. It seemed to take forever to get back to the infirmary floor and when Ryuzaki nudged him onwards, they went down another floor, to the apartment. They went in and Light changed first, going out to the living room and laying down on the sofa while Ryuzaki changed.
When he stepped out of the bathroom, Ryuzaki found himself unable to look at anything but Light. He was curled on the sofa, using the arm as a pillow, his face relaxed in such a peaceful expression, it was hard to believe he'd been through so much. It tugged at something in Ryuzaki, had him wondering about his motives for sparing Light.
Quietly, Ryuzaki retreated to his bedroom, pulled two blankets from a closet and returned. One blanket he draped over Light. The other he curled around himself, lowered onto the couch to sleep there with him.
He didn't understand why he did it, why he felt the need for such closeness, but he fell asleep quickly, with his legs tucked against Light's, using the opposite arm of the sofa as his own pillow.
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A/N: And Light finally has a Good Cry. =3
SPOILERS: Volumes 1-7, 13 of manga, episodes 1-26 of anime, L's true name.
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Law and Right
Chapter 11: Funeral Bells
~!~!~!~!~!~
"Yagami-kun," Ryuzaki said softly as he entered the room, closing the door behind himself.
Light pulled himself from the bathroom mirror, walking into the main room with a blank expression. "What is it?"
The cameras, Ryuzaki decided, had not conveyed Light's expression, the way his eyes were so... distant. It made his heart ache. "I..." had come to sit in the room with you? That sounded stupid. "Thought perhaps you would enjoy a bit of company."
"You thought wrong," Light replied, but it lacked the usual venom of his angry comments.
That, too, made Ryuzaki's heart ache. "I do not think so."
"There you go, thinking again," Light said bitterly, turning away from Ryuzaki and going back to the mirror, staring into his own eyes.
Slowly, Ryuzaki followed, stood slumped in the doorway. "What are you looking for, Yagami-kun?"
An irritated glance gave Light's eyes a tiny flicker of life. "Myself," he spat.
The silence stretched as Light gazed into the mirror again, as he had done for so many long hours. Thunder rumbled overhead, and Ryuzaki came to a decision.
"Come with me, Yagami-kun," he held out his hand.
Light glanced at Ryuzaki in the mirror, his gaze falling to the reflection of that hand. He felt something inside him tighten with fear, but a need that overrode that fear, a need he didn't really understand. Reluctantly, he turned, accepted the hand.
Ryuzaki's fingers gave a gentle squeeze, then he turned and led Light slowly out of the infirmary, up flight after flight of stairs, until they came to a landing with only a door. Ryuzaki opened it, and they both walked out onto the roof.
It was raining heavily, just as it had been, the night Light had been raped. He gazed at the roof, blinked a few times, then looked back at Ryuzaki. "We're..."
"Yes. We're back in Japan," Ryuzaki agreed quietly, walking out into the rain and closing his eyes. "Last time I was up here... the bells were ringing. Like there was a wedding, or perhaps... a funeral."
"Kira's funeral," Light replied softly, tipping his head back, letting the rain wash over his face. "My funeral."
"There are no bells today, Yagami-kun. The bells were for Kira. Not for you. Not then, and not now," Ryuzaki turned to look at him.
Light's eyes were closed, and despite the rain, he knew it was obvious he was crying. It was as if his empty heart had suddenly been filled with an immeasurable sadness and yet... he felt better for it. Something, after all, was often better than nothing.
When the first sob clawed its way from Light's throat, Ryuzaki led him inside, sat him down on the steps.
Light lowered his head, folded his arms over his chest and let the grief ripple through him. Let himself sob, let the tears, the pain, finally release from within him. When Ryuzaki wrapped a towel around his shoulders, he couldn't stop himself from leaning on the detective. He was so weak, so frail, but he couldn't find the strength to be disgusted with himself for it.
Several floors below, Watari let out a sigh of relief. It was about time that Light got around to crying it out.
Ryuzaki didn't know exactly how to deal with it, so he did what he thought Watari might do. He put an arm around Light's shoulders and simply waited.
An hour later, Light was shivering from wet and cold, but calm. He didn't quite know how to proceed, but he felt better. Felt... relaxed, renewed, as if somehow, releasing all those tears had emptied out all the pain he'd been holding in for so many months. He had cried before, sure, but never like that. Never with the all-consuming sobs that debilitated him, stole his breath and focused his mind on only the pain he had felt.
"Thank you," he whispered weakly when he finally had the strength, closing his eyes and resting his head on Ryuzaki's shoulder.
"You're welcome, Yagami-kun," Ryuzaki whispered in reply. "We should change into something dry so we don't fall ill," he suggested gently.
"Yes," Light agreed, slowly pulling away. "We should."
Ryuzaki stood, casting their towels aside, reaching out to take Light's arm when he rose unsteadily. "Be careful," he muttered needlessly.
Light only nodded, slowly making his way down the staircases. It seemed to take forever to get back to the infirmary floor and when Ryuzaki nudged him onwards, they went down another floor, to the apartment. They went in and Light changed first, going out to the living room and laying down on the sofa while Ryuzaki changed.
When he stepped out of the bathroom, Ryuzaki found himself unable to look at anything but Light. He was curled on the sofa, using the arm as a pillow, his face relaxed in such a peaceful expression, it was hard to believe he'd been through so much. It tugged at something in Ryuzaki, had him wondering about his motives for sparing Light.
Quietly, Ryuzaki retreated to his bedroom, pulled two blankets from a closet and returned. One blanket he draped over Light. The other he curled around himself, lowered onto the couch to sleep there with him.
He didn't understand why he did it, why he felt the need for such closeness, but he fell asleep quickly, with his legs tucked against Light's, using the opposite arm of the sofa as his own pillow.
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A/N: And Light finally has a Good Cry. =3