The Sparks of Dark within your Light

Part Three-L Lawliet

Omg! Finally! I’m so sorry it’s taken so long to get this freaking chapter up! It’s been done for weeks but I’ve just been too lazy to edit it…hell I’ve been to lazy to even reread it after writing it.

I apologize for the grammar mistakes and the like, I’ve only edited this once through and if I try to do it again this wouldn’t be posted for another month or so due to my laziness.

Sad I know.

Anyway last chapter finally! Thank you all who have read and reviewed this little ficlet for my story “Darkness within your Light”

There will be some Oocness of course, just like my other stories, I also had a hard time figuring out L’s personality. It is much harder then Raito’s or even Watari’s.

You are all too kind to me. Make sure to read the main story if you haven’t already.

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L Lawliet couldn’t really make sense of all that had taken place in the last 24 hours…ok he couldn’t really make sense of the last few months.

Before the Kira case, before meeting Raito-kun, before his whole world turned on its axis he’d been contented with his life, now he realized how utterly empty that life had been. His days had been filled with endless cases, simple but hour filling cases that he had solved with limited enjoyment.

Ever since he’d been a young child and entered Wammy’s house it was like he had this barrier inside of him that separated him from the world outside, from everyone to everything.

And for the past 20 years the wall had served him well, the wall had been able to block out most of the horrors of the world around him, enough so that he was able to do his job effectively without having a psychotic breakdown or becoming a sociopathic murderer himself. If not for the wall he would have otherwise committed suicide a long time ago to save himself from that fate.

But ever since the first news of criminal heart attacks had streamed through the news he had felt it. A sense that something was different with this case, and his way of living would never be the same again. Despite that feeling he had of course jumped in readily when the case first started, it was just who he was, if anything presented a challenge for him he didn’t care of the consequences of his actions.

At first he had thought that what he was feeling was his enviable death approaching. That this Kira case would become the death of him, he remembered being afraid at first, it had almost been enough for him to ignore Kira and pretend that the mysterious killer didn’t exist but that conviction didn’t even last a full twenty-four hours.

After he got over his fear of dying he had analyzed the data of the mysterious killings, and what he saw had made any thoughts of his death flee his head.

It was just so…interesting.

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The day that L had first meet Yagami Raito his first thought about the young teen was how utterly fake he was.
Everything Yagami-kun did was either perfect or mechanical in nature. To the way he walked and spoke to the way he interacted with people around him, his manners were utterly gentlemen like, and even the way he talked to his own family was too well practiced, L even would say it seemed staged even. It was like everything to Yagami-kun was one big play, an act and he was the main protagonist.

After L installed the hidden cameras inside the Yagami household he’d been certain that he would be able to find something that would incriminate the young Yagami.

…and find something he did. Nothing tangible or anything like that, nothing that he could use as evidence much to his dismay but he had been able to figure out something vital.

Yagami Raito was a fake.

Unfortunately for Yagami-kun his plan to appear normal backfired. He had been too normal. Too good. Too…perfect.
While the rest of the Investigation team had come to the conclusion that Raito was innocent, L disagreed completely; he was even surer then before that Yagami Raito was Kira. But even with his low social skills he knew better then to say that.

He had no desire or need to be knocked out by Yagami-san.

When the camera idea failed to gather evidence he decided to do a more hands on approach.

He enrolled himself in Kira’s collage.

Watari had of course been appalled by his lack of self preservation, but of course went along with it like he always did, though the shortage of strawberry cheesecake was sorely noted for several days.

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As he walked up to the podium alongside Kira he couldn’t help but lower his head a bit, he wasn’t deaf to the whispers of the young students that surrounded him, comparing him to the young well groomed man walking beside him, and while it didn’t affect him consciously it did stab at his already low self esteem.

He did take some pleasure at seeing how much the young Kira was unnerved at him. No one else would be able to tell that the young Yagami was anxious by his presence but L could tell by the slight slant of his eyes and thinning of his mouth that he was definitely unhappy by his close proximity.

Despite what some people may think he had been a bit unsure about telling Yagami Raito that he was L…the same L that was trying to catch Kira.

But in the end he figured that it was the best course of action to take at the time, and it turned out to be the right course of action. He knew that Kira knew that if he were to die suddenly that he would be suspected of being Kira.

One Hundred Percent.

He figured at least this way he would be able to gain some sort of protection from Kira, or at least buy him enough time to catch and convict him.

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L never really noticed it at first or it could be that he just didn’t want to acknowledge the truth but as time went by he vaguely noticed that he was becoming more and more obsessed with Yagami Raito…and not just because he knew he was Kira either.

If he had to take a guess as to when he first noticed it….he would have to say around the middle of the week that he had installed all those cameras in the young man’s room.

It began when he started to notice the little things, to the way Yagami-kun woke up in the mornings to the way he brushed his hair over and over until it was the picture of perfectness to the way he bit into his usual juicy red apple in the mornings…it was only after he had Watari uninstall the cameras and he meet Yagami Raito himself in person that L figured out what had happened.

But by then it was too late.

L the only international detective in the world, one of the smartest human being on the planet…had a crush on his number one suspect…on Kira.

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After what L liked to call the ‘Second Kira Incident’ things started to become a bit more hectic, Amane Misa became a serious problem.

She was sloppy and dangerous, more so then the first Kira because she didn’t go by any kind of code, and neither did she need a name to kill a person. She was a wild card that didn’t seem to care about the destruction that she left in her wake.

When he confirmed her identity by the fibers she had left on the tapes he couldn’t help but feel a little cheated. Amane was nothing like the real Kira, she had shed innocent blood without a thought or care. At least when the real Kira killed those FBI agents he had done so to save his own skin, he had killed them because he had survival instincts and while he didn’t condor the killings of innocents he at least understood why Kira had done such a thing, L knew that if he had been in Kira’s place he would have done the same thing, something that scared him tremendously when he let it, which was usually when he was in bed at night.

He had been prepared for Kira to do a number of things the moment he had taken Amane Misa into custody as the Second Kira. He had plans and evasive maneuvers in check for every occasion he could thing of.

But what Kira finally did wasn’t something he had planned ahead for at all.

L was confused as hell when Yagami Raito walked into the headquarters talking about how he might be Kira.
L had been so sure that Yagami Raito was Kira, and that the young man didn’t care about anyone other then himself, even this so called second Kira L couldn’t see Yagami-kun caring about her enough to turn himself in, even had he done so it wouldn’t have changed the outcome of Amane Misa’s fate. So to say that L was shocked with this unexpected move of Kira’s would be the understatement of the year.

But he made sure that no one in the room saw his confusion and shock as he directed Watari to put Yagami Raito into one of the underground cells.

He was also somewhat surprised but not as much when Yagami Soichiro asked to be put into a cell as well until his son was cleared.

His respect for Yagami Soichiro rose as he had Aizawa escort him into a nicer cell then what his son was in.
The next few days that passed by were torturous for L, while he knew that Yagami Raito was Kira he couldn’t help but see the good qualities that were in him as well as the bad.

His sense of justice while childish and very twisted was still something to be admired, truthfully it was much like his own, only more narcissistic.

While staring at the surveillance monitor at the still form of the imprisoned Yagami Raito he couldn’t help but feel a deep hatred for Amane Misa, while no one would fault him for hating criminals even if it wasn’t his usual MO to feel anything for anyone except maybe Watari and his heirs he couldn’t help it. It was because of this bitch that Kira had to lower himself to this kind of disgrace.

While he mourned the lost of all those that have fallen to Kira’s twisted judgment he couldn’t help but enjoy the chase that had begun between them. Amane Misa’s actions had cut that chase off too soon and not even in a good way. L had a feeling that instead of helping them catch the first Kira, Amane’s actions were hindering them instead.

Bitch.

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It had been a week since Yagami Raito had been put into his cell, he looked at least to L like some sort of wasted wrath, he did nothing but stare at the small camera that Watari had installed all day long, only stopping to get a few hours of sleep before continuing his endless stare contest with the black lens. L couldn’t help but get cold chills every time he looked at the monitor. Kira had one scary glare, but still L couldn’t help but smile grimily every time his eyes caught Kira’s glares unknowingly to the glaring personal.

He may have a crush on Yagami Raito but he couldn’t help but feel a sick pleasure at seeing Kira in such a situation.

L sometimes wondered if he should consider looking into the possibility of a trip to a physiatrist office, under disguise of course. But dismissed it as soon as the idea came to his head.

He was the world’s greatest detective and one of the richest men on the planet. So what if he was a little touched in the head and had a sadistic side a mile long? As long as he was able to do his work 100 percent effectively he was fine with it.

L looked at the other members of the Kira Investigation team and couldn’t help the disappointment and annoyance from flaring out of his eyes.

Aizawa was sitting in the far corner talking to Mogi about his family’s last vacation trip and his daughter’s cute habit of calling him super peace daddy. L rolled his eyes at them as they totally ignored the work in front of them in favor of gossiping.

Even his glaring at them didn’t make them pay attention. He looked over the room in the hopes that at least maybe Matsuda was working but what he saw burned any thoughts of that feeble wish.

Matsuda was sitting in another corner, hunched over with a heavy book placed upright in front of him. L could tell that it was there to make it look like he was doing something important. Only three things discouraged this. One the book was upside down, two it was a bloody dictionary…in French, and finally three…the reason he had it up like that was so that nobody would see him playing on his portable DS game system…only his back was facing everyone so that anyone who bothered to look his way could see what he was truly doing.

Stupid child.

It didn’t matter that Matsuda was only about a year younger then him, his mental capability was that of an adolescent, it made L wonder sometimes how the hell Matsuda had advance this far in the police force.

Sear dumb luck? Or maybe Matsuda was actually really very smart but just hid it really well…

L shook his head firmly. No way in hell was Matsuda that crafty. He’d give up sweets before he would ever again entertain that kind of idea.

“Hey L if all your going to do is daydream instead of work then I vote we have lunch now. You’d think being a great detective would have given you the discipline to not space out…”

L felt the muscle above his eye start to twitch as he glared at Matsuda with enough venom to have the mouthy young man squeal in terror and turn back around to his computer terminal.

After glaring a few more minutes at the rapidly hyperventilating young man, L finally turned his heated gaze at the other two occupants in the room. They of course where a lot smarter then their collogues and where already immersed in a ton of paper work.

L turned back around to his own work station and did what he had been doing for the last week.

Staring at Kira.

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Today felt a bit off to L, he couldn’t put his finger on it but for some reason he felt like something significant was going to happen and soon, he couldn’t tell if it would be a bad thing or a good thing but whatever was going to happen he felt he wouldn’t even be able to stop it even if it was something really terrible.

As he stared at Kira he felt the now familiar sense that this had all happened once before. He didn’t want to call it déjà vu or anything like that but ever since he had meet up with Yagami Raito he had this weird sense that he had done this all before. It was like…well it wasn’t like anything he had ever felt before in his relatively short life.

But what happened in the next few minutes made him forget the weird feeling entirely as well as haunt him for the rest of his life.

Kira suddenly started to scream in terrible agony and started to wither on the ground as soon as he fell from his bed. The next few minutes was a blur to L as he and the rest of the team left the observation room and raced to Yagami-kun’s cell.

Kira was screaming and yelling in such pain that it scared everyone out of their minds, even L who was usually so self contained about such things felt chills run up and down his spin at the loud screams of pure suffering. The only thing that crossed L’s mind as he held onto the withering form of Kira was that Yagami Raito was dying…and that somehow it was all Kira’s fault.

Not knowing what to do and doubting that anyone else did either L ignored the rest of the team and held onto the flaring body as tightly as he could. It seemed that pain made the body ten times stronger then normal because it took all of his strength to hold on to the withering form, never mind restraining him if it took all of his strength just to hang on.

As seconds turned to minutes L started to despair, no one could live that much longer if they were subjected to the pain that the young man seemed to be going through. L knew that if the pain didn’t stop soon…then Raito would die.

Finally though it seemed the pain was staring to dwindle down because soon Yagami-kun’s tortuous screams turned into small pained whimpers, as soon as Yagami-kun’s limbs stopped flaring around L too that as a sign to start to get up, he unwrapped his arms from the young man’s body and with Matsuda holding onto Yagami-kun’s other side he managed to get them both standing, abet wobbly at first though. L watched as the young Kira opened his eyes a bit to look at him. L could see that Yagami Raito’s eyes were glazed over with pain and uncertainty, L wondered if the young Kira even remembered what just transpired or if he had totally blanked it out.

L begun to turn to the rest of the team for their assistance all but ignoring the teen in his arms, he looked back once as he felt the teen shift in his arms, annoyed L opened his mouth to say something but whatever he was going to say was completely forgotten as what he whispered softly penetrated L’s shocked and astound mind.

“…Lawliet…?”

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Sometimes when L was by himself and had some free time to let his mind wonder he would think back and question to himself, only in the privacy of his own company of course. But…where the hell had the idea of the ‘White Room’ came from? On hind sight it wasn’t one of his better plans and while the end result was satisfactorily it could have totally gone the other way around and ruined any future chance he would have had with Yagami Raito.

L could now say with almost 100 percent accurate that Yagami Raito wasn’t Kira…or at least he wasn’t any longer.
The malevolent and corrupt aura that had swarmed him had seemed to suddenly disappear entirely, a feeling of…dare he say it, innocentness now incased his suspect.

Maybe the sudden disappearance of the evilness from Yagami Raito had sparked the sudden out of characterness within and without him. While they’d been locked up in that room together and he impulsively told Raito about his horrifying childhood experience it had shocked and shaken him, he didn’t know what drove him to suddenly be truthful with the former-Kira.

It probably was the indigestion he had gotten from the out of date cake he had eaten before hand.

Or at least that’s what he told Watari when asked.

After he had impulsively knocked out Raito after being startled awake he had quickly sent for Watari.

To say he had freaked out a bit was kind of an understatement, he was embarrassed to say, at least to himself, that he had acted a bit hysterical when Raito had fallen unconscious after he had accidently hit him. But after checking his breathing and sending for Watari he managed to calm down remarkably.

He hated to admit it but for a second there he had acted like a hysterical Misa.

‘Eeeeewwwwww…I think I just made myself gag from that mental image.’

L shook his head to get rid of the awful thoughts that had invaded his mind at the mental image of him dressed like Misa and acting like her…the urge to gag was almost overwhelming. Sometimes having a very active brain wasn’t always a good thing, combined it with exhaustion and sometimes L just wished he could shut himself off.

At the moment L could feel his exhaustion overtaking him causing him to blink his eyes sleepily.

They both would need a bit of medical attention before they could sleep though. But he was sure that Watari would have prepared for that.

At the moment L would have killed for a soft cushiony bed to lie on, his bruised limbs felt like they’d been brutalized over and over with a lead pipe.

Well not really kill but…maybe give away one of his precious cakes?

…no killing sounded better.

He looked down into his lap at the peaceful face of the man who he suspected to be a mass murderer, and to some extent still did. He couldn’t help it, everything pointed to one Yagami Raito to being Kira.

Only…now it seemed like he wasn’t Kira either. It really confused L and if there was one thing he hated it was being confused. That and being totally without any sugary substance which was what he had to suffer for the last few hours so to say he was kind of pissed off would be an understatement.

L let out a yawn as he let his head lean forward a bit to rest. He didn’t even realize he had fallen forward on top of the sleeping mans chest as he curled up and fell asleep himself.

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Dream-

L had no clue as to where he was, one moment he was in blissful darkness that always happened when he was peacefully asleep. Then that all shifted as soon as he opened his eyes.

L let his eyes gaze onward to the landscape that surround him, the logical explanation would be he was dreaming but the thing was L had never had a single dream in his entire life, not any that he could remember at least. The air around him literally tasted like decaying substances. It had a staleness to it that sent L’s mind reeling with its foulness.

There was nothing in front of him but a vacant wasteland; even the dirt that he stood on looked dreary with its blackened and cracked sand.

It was then after he examined the area around him the he finally noticed the sound that surrounded him. At first he hadn’t been able to hear anything and believed that the area around him was completely silent but…ever so faintly his ears started to pick up the odd noise.

When he first started to hear it he thought it might be the wind blowing through something, like a tree or some sort of bush. But then his oh so clever mind supplied him with the facts, that there was no wind blowing and that as far as he could see there was no buildings or trees that could supply such a sound. The land was completely bare.

As L continued to listen he began to recognize the noise, it started as a whining sound, almost a shrill whistle, then ever so slowly the sound became louder and easier to indentify.

It was coming from behind him mostly; at least that was what he suspected since he couldn’t see anything in front of him that could be making such an awful sound. But for some reason he wasn’t able to turn his body, it was like his body knew that he wouldn’t want to see what laid behind him. Unfortunately for him though if there was one flaw in L it was his insatiable curiosity.

So he began to fight his muscles, trying to get them to move under his will but it was like they were paralyzed in place.

After what felt like several minutes had passed and his body still wasn’t up to cooperating he gave up on trying to move for now and just concentrated on his ears. He knew he was just being silly, this was all just some weird dream he was having and if he was smart he would just wake up right now and get back to work.

But as he continued to listen to the weird sound get clearer and clear he began to feel almost glad of his paralyzed state.

The shrill whistling was fast becoming a low moaning, switching back and forth until there was no way to tell them apart. The sounds blended together until it was one loud booming sound.

L finally indentified the sounds; it was screams, human screams, all different pitches and voices. Hundreds of different voices were calling out, and it sounded like they all were in unimaginative agony.

“What the hell…”

L startled as he heard his own voice speak out, since he hadn’t been able to move he had believed that his voice had been also paralyzed as well, but apparently the paralyzation didn’t extend towards his vocal cords.
L could feel a chilling dread set into his body, the irrational fear that the voices would hear him and decide to attack, he scoffed at himself for letting himself feel such a thing in the first place.

This was nothing more then a dream or more accurately a nightmare. He would wake himself up right now and put an end to this horrible experience. And then maybe he would kick Raito-kun out of the bed. He was feeling very irritated at the moment and could think of no better stress reliever then kicking someone hard enough to cause damage. Too bad for Raito, he would be the closest thing available to do damage to.

Without him realizing it his body had begun to move, he finally took notice as he was already half turned. He had been concentrating entirely on trying to wake himself up that he had blanked out his surroundings. L cursed at himself as he tried and failed to stop his body from continuing its movement.

He finally resigned himself of the enviable after failing to stop his body from doing as it wished, the chills were back as his body slowly turned around.

He began to chant under his breath that this was all just a dream that nothing that was happening was real at all, so he had no reason to be afraid.

It worked perfectly until his body finished it’s turn and he was able to see just what had been behind him.
L could feel a scream crawl its way up his throat from deep inside of him, he tried to voice it but his body had become too paralyzed to do anything but stand there frozen in horror.

When he had first opened his eyes in this dream he had only seen a flat wasteland in front of him. The sky had been a deep red color, like what he imagined the earth would look like if the ozone that surrounded it had dissipated. There had been no sign of any sun or clouds at all, only that deep red that spread like one big stain across the horizon. The ground had been like blacken cracked skin, like the ground that surrounded him held nothing but the dust of things long dead.

The sight that had been greeted him from behind though…the place where the eerie sounds had been coming from…it couldn’t have been more different yet alike.

A massive cavern laid just in front of him, L stood just on the edge of a crooked cliff, the opening less then a foot away from his bare feet. The giant hole spanned as far as his eyes could see…but it wasn’t the gigantic gap that held his attention…no it was what was inside of it that took stole the very breath from his lungs and took up all his attention.

Because inside of the opening was a withering mass of limbs and body parts, of melting appendages, almost unidentifiable but for its pinkish hue. Hundreds…no thousands…no not even that…billions of human beings, naked except for the very skin off their back, skin that seemed to be melting off by the second, the half melted beings withered around each other in a terrifying dance of pain and what almost seemed like pleasure. L could see the muscles and hanging pieces tissues being flung around as the limbs continued with their flaring movements. He could even see flashes of white in the mass, identifying that many of the withering beings had already disintegrated to the bone.

It was the prefect picture of what he could only imagine what hell would look like…L could feel bile rise up from his stomach and the urge to vomit was overwhelming as he continued to stare fixated to the scene in front of him.

The screams started to intensify in sound and voice. It was as if the monstrous mass of living flesh knew that it had an audience to its revolting dance. He couldn’t help but call the mass a singular being. There was no individual creature in that gathering; the limbs seemed to melt together until it was one disgusting flesh heap.
He wanted it to stop, he wanted to look away. He wanted to just wake up and forget he ever dreamed this…if it was a dream that is. It seemed so real, the heat, the hard ground that he was standing on, the screams, the decaying air…all of it seemed so real.

“Stop it…stop it…stop it…stop it…”

L didn’t even realize that he had started to chant a desperate almost pleading manta under his breath. Only when he realized it did he stop.

The screams intensified again and again…so much so that a harsh wind began to pick up and with it carried the blackened dust that had been on the ground, the dust had begun to take on a reddish hue, like it was absorbing some of the flesh from the mass and was carrying it towards him…L felt the bitter taste of bile in his mouth at that thought.

L tried desperately to close his eyes, and after a few seconds that felt like it could have been years his eye lids covered his eyes.

But even if he was no longer looking at the revolting sight the screams still sounded in his ears and his mind kept replaying the scene behind his darken eye lids, not giving him a moments rest.

Just as L felt he was going to lose his mind and sanity a cool breeze touched his face and pushed his hair back, the screams died down and soon ceased entirely.

Still L didn’t open his eyes, he was afraid that it was a trap to lure him into a false sense of security.

“Open your eyes…L Lawliet…”

L was so startled to hear another voice speak that he opened his eyes more in reflex then in any desire to obey the command.

Instead of seeing the horrifying crowd of the damned a young girl was standing in front of him. She looked like she hadn’t even reached the double digits in years yet, her hair was white and long, unbound by anything and touching the ground around her. It had a wildness to it that far exceeded his own untamed hair yet somehow despite that it seemed somehow tame. Her skin was very pale a sort of creamy white. She was dressed in a simple white dress, no frills or childish flowers adored it.

L took all this in quickly before staring at her eyes, it was them that took up most of his attention…they were a milky white, it was clear to him that the little girl was blind yet despite that it seemed she was staring straight at him.

She smiled at him as he finished his evaluation of her, he couldn’t help but flush slightly at being caught like that.

“Who…who are you? What-…this isn’t a dream is it.”

L stated it as more of a fact then a question. He sighed a bit as she nodded her head in answer to his statement.
He looked behind her and saw that the hole with the sickening show was still there only now it was like everything was on mute he couldn’t hear them with his ears…but that still didn’t stop his brain from supplying the sounds while the mass continued its muted dance.

He was startled out of his staring when a soft small hand lightly brushed his cheek. He turned his attention back to the little girl and was startled to see her expression was one of deep sadness. She pulled her hand back from where it had been brushing his cheek and he was once again surprised by what he saw. Her hand was wet, he had apparently been crying without realizing it.

Huh…he seemed to be doing that a lot lately.

She reached out once more only this time it wasn’t to wipe away his tears, no this time when she touched him L felt a rushing sensation running through his entire body. The dead world that surrounded them disappeared and seemed to melt away. He found that he couldn’t look away from her at all. It was like their eyes were connected or something and even had he wanted too he wouldn’t have been able to look away from the pure white eyes piercing down on his own.

Surprisingly enough he didn’t feel upset or even feel afraid, he was content enough to just stare into those milky orbs, ignoring everything else. Even his never ending mind had fallen silent, which was while a strange feeling felt wonderfully nice.

But sadly the feeling of contentment didn’t last long. She finally started to speak; her voice hurt yet smoothed him. It puzzled him on why that was so. It was a very beautiful voice but…

“You have to make a choice soon L Lawliet, it is a choice that no other human has ever made before you…in the near future you will be at a crossroads, there will be two futures in front of you, two paths will be ahead of you but you may only walk on of them, one of those paths will lead to the world that you were just in…a world of nothing but death and destruction. I will not be showing you what kind of world the other path will pave, nor will I tell what will happen should you choice that path. I will only tell you this…that path of a world that you know nothing about will be a world of forgiveness and love, not only for you but for others as well.”

L stood there as his mind processed what was being told to him. As soon as she finished speaking L felt a hot rush of anger fill him.

‘Why me?! If this isn’t some weird subconscious dream of mind why do I have to make this sort of choice! Don’t I do enough already?! I solve cases everyday, saving countless lives and now this?! It’s too much for fucks sake!! I can’t make that kind of decision by myself! That’s why we have freaking democracy nowadays! No one should have this much power to change, what if I make the wrong choice!’

L was cut short in his ranting in his head as he heard a laugh come from the little girl in front of him. It was like she was listening to his inner ranting and found it amusing.

“Oh Lawliet you are not the only one to be making this choice, I only said you were the only human and no I will not elaborate what I mean by that. You’ll find out yourself soon enough. You already know of who I speak of don’t you.”

And suddenly L did know. There was only one other person he could think of that would share this kind of burden with him.

“…Raito-kun…”

The little girl just smiled secretively.

L didn’t really know which choice to make or even how or when the two paths would be open to him, but he did know one thing for sure, he did not want the world to turn out like what he had just witness. That terrible, awful place…no if L had anything to say about it he would never let that happen.

“Yes Lawliet harden your resolve…you’ll need it for upcoming events…goodbye L we will not meet again…remember this though…follow what your heart tells you not the facts, only then will you truly understand the path set before you.”

With that last encrypted message L woke up.

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When L had been woken up rudely by a hysterical Raito the last thing he had expected was to be in his suspect’s house confronting a mad man hell bent on killing him and the Yagami family household.

He’d made sure to place the weird dream he had at the back of his mind to think about later. Right now he had to deal with the current crisis at hand.

Dealing with Raito-kun’s sister though…did he seriously look that much like a panda? He didn’t think so but apparently everyone else on the plant had decided that it was so.

So he had black coloring around his eyes and he wore a white shirt all the time and his skin was very pale from staying indoors all the time and his hair was black and…ok he would admit that maybe there was some slight resemblance but he was in no way cute and fluffy!

Though he had to admit Raito’s stuffed panda bear was cute and to have it named Ryu…even though he didn’t show it he was melting on the inside.

He liked the Yagami family in general, Soichiro was a hard working family man whose pride and love for his family was very admirable, Sachiko was a very nice woman whose faith in her husband was something to be admired and then there was Sayu who L couldn’t help but find charming as well as more then slightly energetic.

While Raito sent his family away to hid L couldn’t help but wonder if this mysterious mad man would show up, he was giving Raito the benefit of the doubt right now, if this was all a plan to trap and kill him he would have no one to blame then himself.

When he handed Raito a wooden bat L didn’t really believe that the teen would have a need to use it, he had only given it to Raito for reassurance, L had already decided that he would take care of everything himself if the event were to take place like Raito had said.

One of the main reasons for that was the firearm that he had taken from Watari’s storage room before they had left the building. If what Raito was saying was true and that was a mighty big if then there would be a mad man coming to harm them soon. But after the weird dream L felt that he was ready to believe almost anything at this point so he decided to give Raito the benefit of the doubt at least in this case. He already planned on a non fatal wound shot to the perpetrator, maybe to the shoulder or leg to impair the man long enough for them to call backup.

It was only after Raito had turned off the lights that L realize that there would be a problem, he couldn’t see anything, at not well enough to get a good shot at. He would be useless in the dark. The bat that he’d given to Raito would have served him better then the gun he held in his hand.

‘Shit and I can’t say anything to Raito right now because we already out of time…I’m just going to have to wait and see how this plays out, maybe Raito can distract him enough for me to judge the distance? I just hope my aim is good enough not to hit Raito.’

The only thing L could do at this point was to wait.

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When they finally got back to the hotel all L really wanted to do was sleep. Even though it seemed that’s all he’s been doing lately, he never felt this tired in his entire life. Maybe all those years of being an insomniac was finally catching up with him?

As much fun as it was to make out with Raito and you’d have better believe how much fun it was to make Raito-kun mew like that, everything that’s been happening lately was taking its toll on him, and as far as he could see it was also taking its toll on Raito-kun too.

He couldn’t really recollect what had happened in Raito-kun’s bedroom after the criminal had entered, he remembered hearing Raito and the criminal scuffing around in the dark then the sound of Raito getting hurt…but after that all he had seen was red and a dull whistling in his hears blocking any other sound.

It was one of his many negative traits he’d been told, his temper had a habit of getting out of control sometimes. He didn’t really know why he wasn’t more upset for having killed someone, maybe because Raito was endangered? Or maybe he really was an unfeeling inhuman robot…he didn’t know and frankly he didn’t feel like analyzing his inner psych right now.

L was so tired though…that he had forgotten to fully empty his gun of all of its bullets before falling asleep…something that he would come to regret and be thankful in the future…

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“Raito!!”

“Oh my god…!! I didn’t mean to shoot him!!”

“Somebody take his pulse! See if he’s breathing! Mogi-san! Stop L from trying to kill Matsuda! We need to all focus on Raito-san!”

“Oh my god…oh my god…oh my god….I’m sooooo soooorrrrryyyyy!! Whaaaaa!!!!”

“Watari-san the bullet has entered his right chest cavity! We need to get him to the ER right away!”

“L-san please stop!! We need to focus on Raito-san right now! Yagami-san please stop!”

“PleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorry….”

“SHUT UP MATSUDA AND HELP!!”

“For fucks sake he’s stop breathing!”

“Shit!”

“We need to stop the bleeding!”

“…I know…wait what the fuck?! T-the b-b-bloods getting sucked b-back in?!?!”

“What the fuck…?!”

“Shit…he’s still not breathing…his hearts stopped too!”

“What’s the fuck wrong with his blood?!”

“Fuck the blood! We need to somehow stabilize him now! I will not let my son die like this!!”

“…”

(Few minutes before)

When L had woken up that morning several things had happen in that short time that he had not been expecting.

If there was anyone on this earth that could scare and humble the great L it would have to be Yagami Soichiro, but that man also had the capability to also make him feel completely accepted as well. Before he had only believed that Watari could make him feel like that, but he was happy to be proven wrong in that regard.

When Yagami-san had said to both him and Raito-kun that he didn’t care one way or another about his son’s and boss’s relationship, as long as they were happy he was happy, it had filled L with a feeling of great joy.

‘He really doesn’t mind does he? It’s strange, I would have pegged him as a traditionalist about such matters like these but…well I guess the only thing to do at this point is to gratefully accept his acceptance.’

Raito-kun really had no clue on how lucky he was sometimes.

Only afterwards when they had all started to work again did L think about what on his computer and tried to get to work, he didn’t know what to do really, he was almost one hundred percent sure that Yagami Raito had been the original Kira and that Amane Misa was the second Kira…but there still was a few deaths out there that might be the workings of a third Kira, he wasn’t positive of that yet because they haven’t had time yet to analyze all the data yet but if that was so…then what? How many Kiras were out there right now?

All of this thinking was really giving L a headache, he hadn’t really had any kind of sugar lately and it was starting to affect his working status.

When he finally noticed how weird Raito had begun acting it was already too late to stop the chain of events that would soon play out.

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The moment after the gun that he had placed in Matsuda care went off L felt like he was dying, that was the only explanation he could come up with as his own chest erupted in pain as he watched Raito’s chest become bright red as the bullet lodge Raito’s body.

The next few minutes passed by in a blur for L. Soichiro was able to catch Raito’s falling body before it crashed onto the ground. He quickly laid his son down onto the ground as gently as possible as Raito quickly became dead weight.

L ordered Mogi and Aizawa to handcuff the hysterical Matsuda and take him to another room for questioning and detention. Who knew maybe the new Kira had gotten to Matsuda somehow.

But those questions would have to wait a while, Raito took first priority.

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“…L? Are you in there?”

“Yes Watari.”

Watari walked into the glaring white infirmity room, the room itself was pretty much bare except for a standard hospital bed and a lone plush chair, there were also few machines around the bed that were connected to the patient but it was only the standard heart monitor and an EMG monitor. Both of which were sending out normal wave patterns.

If L didn’t know any better he would say that the person in the bed was perfectly healthy.

But he did know better…Raito…Raito had been shot and dead on impact, or he should have been at least. Any normal human wouldn’t have survived such a wound.

But somehow Yagami Raito had, and not only that the fatal wound had healed over so quickly it could only be a work of supernatural circumstances.

Now though…L had to make a few decisions to make at this point. Raito was still out cold from the ordeal as L liked to call it. Matsuda was in a holding cell being guarded by Mogi and Aizawa. Watari and Soichiro were both in the other room talking softly to each other. Now normally L would be annoyed at the obvious dismissal of his option but right now he didn’t even give it a second thought. He had his own problems to think about at the moment, and also he didn’t want to leave Raito’s side.

L sighed and held up the white notebook that Raito had been using earlier. After everything had slowed down for a moment he had noticed it on the floor by their desk where Raito had obviously had thrown it.

Since then L had gone through it about a hundred times, over and over. Noting the pages that were written in, he didn’t need a screen test to know that it was blood. The red coloring and texture told enough.

He had stared at his own name for what seemed like hours, he had read and reread the so called rules over and over still…it almost seemed to far-fetched to even believe if you were a normal person.

Which L knew he was not, so maybe it wasn’t so surprising that after he got over the initial shock of the notebook he had readily accepted what was in front of him.

Still…as he sat there and thought about what was to come he clenched his hands. Even though this may make or break the case he couldn’t help but feel that someone was interfering again. Just like with Amane Misa, Matsuda had also chanced the pace of this chase.

But if Raito hadn’t done what he’d done…Watari would have died. L was sure of that. So while he was understandably upset by all that had occurred he couldn’t help but feel grateful of Raito’s interference…or should he say Kira’s interference?

He could tell that the notebook that Raito had wasn’t in fact Kira’s murder weapon. If that would be so then everyone listed on it would have died by now he suspected. But if this notebook wasn’t Kira’s weapon then what exactly was it? And was Kira’s method of killing also a notebook of some kind?

So many questions that needed to be answered but L knew he would have to wait until Raito was up and awake before he could question him…still with the evidence that he had on him right now it wouldn’t be safe for him or the rest of the staff if Raito wasn’t restrained in some way…despite his objects the rest of the team plus an unhappy Watari had decided after Raito’s wound closed up enough they were going to handcuff him in a chair downstairs. L only agreed to it after a while under the condition that he could beat up…I mean interrogate Matsuda. Under the condition that he could only use force if necessary…and L’s definition of necessary differed quite a bit then the norm so L wasn’t worried that he wouldn’t be able to beat on Matsuda for a while, while waiting for Raito to wake up.

It was only a matter of time by now…he couldn’t help but wonder what Raito would tell him…the truth? Or maybe some elaborate but believable lie?

L looked up as a polite cough sounded at the door. It seemed the rest of the team had assembled to bring Raito to the lower floors. L looked each one in the eye, Soichiro’s eyes held sorrow and anger and amazing enough a glint of understanding along with a sense of deep weariness. Mogi’s eyes held mostly confusion but also a flash of righteousness. Aizawa’s eyes held a storm of emotion, to disbelief and terror, to disgust and shock, but they also held sadness and some anger. It seemed that the entire force was conflicted as they gazed at L and the still unconscious Raito.

Watari of course was unreadable, even L couldn’t sense his true feelings at the situation right now.
L nodded to each one of them as he acknowledged them. He stood up from his seat and tucked the white notebook securely under his arm.

At that signal the rest of the team moved towards Raito to unhook him and take him away.

L could only stare as he watched the one person he cared for be taken away. Sure he would be with him but L could shake the feeling that when he woke up his and Raito’s relationship would be put to the test.

Did he choose Raito? Or did he take the other path that his detective instincts were screaming for?

L decided that he would wait until Raito woke up and talked to him…only then would L make the choice he knew deep down would not only affect him but the rest of the world. He just hoped that he wouldn’t have to experience a broken heart as well.

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DONE!!!!

OMFK!!

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