More than just cake - Lawliet x OC -

Heart

Hey guys! This has been a busy week, phew! Thank goodness it's Friday.

Here we go - the end is nearing! I'm mostly following the events as they were shown in the Manga, but of course adding some of my own stuff. Hope you like it! And don't forget to vote and comment. Means the world to me!

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Fay stood behind Near's shoulder in the Yellow Box warehouse, between Halle Linder and Gevanni.

They had arrived a half an hour early, to make sure everything was in order - and to have time to make their cool pose, Fay thought. And sure, they were an impressive group. Linder tall and cold like an ice statue, Gevanni with his features of a Greek god, Commander Rester who looked - as always - as if he'd be ready to command an army to battle, and Mogi - standing on their side of the warehouse too - his impressive jaw clenched tight, his shoulders rigid. But no matter the resolution, the determinate anger that emitted from them all - without Near they would have been ordinary.

He was on his knees on the floor, his precious puppets in front of him. His white hair was a fluffy halo around his head, his clothes the same white pajamas as always, and he looked eerie in this surrounding, like a ghost, like a being of another realm, something to be feared of. There was no softness in him, nothing childlike or cute anymore. He was a sharp dagger, an arrowpoint aimed at Kira.

"It is nearly time." Near's soft voice echoed in the hall. "Fay, the mask."

Fay didn't answer, but just reached out to give him the mask she had been holding. It was made to look like an L puppet, and she hated it - it twisted L's features into something weird, something ugly and scary - which was probably the whole point. Still, Fay was happy she didn't have to see Near wearing it, from her place behind his shoulder.

She helped Near to put the mask on, and when she straightened up, she saw the real L standing in the opposite corner.

Fay's heart jumped, and she went pale.

Yeah, she had gotten used to him hanging around these past days, but still, seeing him here was... unexpected.

She glanced around, to see if anyone reacted to L's presence, but everyone else seemed oblivious to it. Right. As usual, she was the only lunatic in the group.

Fay turned her eyes back at L, let her heart fall for him once again.

He was hunching, his right hand deep in his pocket, his left on his lips. The shirt he was wearing seemed even whiter than Near's clothes, his jeans the old, loose ones, worn out and scuffed. Fay remembered with aching clarity how it felt to bury her face into his shoulder, to inhale the scent of his clothes - cotton, English tea and vanilla. She remembered how the fabric felt against her cheek, how his fingers felt in her hair, how his heart beat inside his chest and she heard the steady sound of it, that always grounded her, no matter how scared she was.

L looked up to her eyes, as if he had been able to read her thoughts, and Fay couldn't help a shiver that went through her spine.

If only. If only I could touch him one last time.

But she knew that wish was futile. L seemed somehow thinner, more ethereal than before, and Fay knew with aching clarity, that he had no body to touch her, there would be no heartbeat to soothe her, to calm her down. He was nothing but air and shadows, wind and dust, and his presence here was little more than an illusion.

If I fall, will he be there to catch me? Will I cross the dark river, holding his hand?

L's eyes were a deep lake of black water, a universe full of stars and secrets and memories, and Fay couldn't look away from them, could not turn her eyes away, even if she felt like falling.