@deathnotetober Day 13: Los Angeles! Okay so there isn’t really any logic behind this piece but I just wanted to have a Deathnote “good ending” where they all take a trip to LA and also drive a sweet convertible? Idk but I really like the vibes so…. 😅
Light walks into the mostly dark hospital room, watching his feet as he makes his way to the bed in the middle of the room. He stands by the bed and looks at L, asleep in bed, his paler-than normal face sticking out from under a pile of blankets. The light bar above the bed provides the only light for the room.
He walks over to the counter by the open curtains he reads one card from Matsuda, Aizawa, and Moji. A small bouquet from someone named Roger, one from his dad and finally a medium bouquet of black roses from Misa.
“Bitch.”
Groaning is heard behind him and he turns around to see L’s head moving. He walks over to the side of the bed and sits down. L slowly blinks awake and rubs his eye until the figure before him is recognizable.
“Don’t worry I’m not here to kill you.”
“Why am I still alive?” He croaks out, causing the other man to smile.
“Because I allowed it, if you died then everyone might believe that I’m Kira and I can’t have that right now. You provide enough problems for me.”
“Still mad about all those nights I kept you up?”
He scoffs at the statement, “I don't hold any more grudges about that.”
“Why am?” is all he gets out before violent coughs take over his body. After they pass he rests his bed on the pillow, breathing heavily.
“You remember in our western religion class when we learned about Jesus? Did you know he had a best friend named Judas? Him and Jesus were inseparable, some say they loved each other. Of course Jesus was focused on other things while Judas thought he was getting careless, and had too many disciples. In the end Judas was the one to sell Jesus out. He did it for money, of course he didn’t want to but his choices were limited.”
“Are you saying I did this to myself?” He motions to his body in the bed.
Light walks over to the open curtain staring at the rainy sky.
“It’s raining just like that day. On the rooftop you knew, didn’t you?”
L looks at the flowers then to the back of Light’s head. Light turns around and their eyes meet. The answer rests in L’s eyes.
Light moves back to the bed placing one hand on the railing and the other near L’s head.
“Are you comparing yourself to Jesus?”
Light sighs, annoyed, “You’re avoiding the question.”
“And you’re avoiding mine.”
His wicked smile returns and an evil glare appears, “The difference between Jesus and God is that God needs no friends.”
L's breath shakes, “I wanted- I wanted to be wrong about you.”
“Why? Tired of always getting everything right?”
No answer, L closes his eyes.
“Why then, is it because I’m your friend?”
L swallows and opens his watery eyes letting a tear slip out, “It’s because I love you.”
Light’s smugness disappears upon hearing L’s confession. Trying to regain his composure he thinks about his next plan of action.
“Oh L.”
Light takes L’s right hand and gently guides it to L’s heart. Light takes his other hand and tips up L’s chin.
Light brushes hair out of the way so L’s pale forehead is visible. He brings his lips down and kisses his forehead, L closes his eyes and uses all his strength to wrap his fingers around Light’s other hand. Light wraps his fingers around cold clammy fingers meanwhile Light’s thumb wipes away tears.
Light pulls away still holding his hand and drags his fingers across the investigator’s cheek, L senes the killer’s hand and kisses his palm.
He pulls away and places his hand on the knob controlling the medicine. He turns it up and poor L who is still oh so sick and tired gives in. His head droops farther down and the weak grip of Light’s hand loosens. Light takes his hand and sets it back on the bed. With every blink L feels his eyelids become lead.
“Sleep L, it’s okay.”
As if he was waiting for permission, L blinks again, closing his eyes to a deep drug induced sleep.
Light stands up and takes one last look at his ‘friend’.
He walks out, shutting the door behind him. Resting his against the wall, he takes a deep breath in and out and feels something wet on his cheek; he too wipes away a single tear.
He rubs it in-between his hand, getting rid of any evidence of his weakness and walks away.