Deception Of Two

Deception of Him

He was not sure how many hours had passed as he stared up into the blank ceiling, his mind detracting little images from the nothingness above. The day had come and gone; yet, he had remained in his bed, unable to move from his slouched position. The laptop sat open and bright, with L staring at the screen, as if in deep thought. Though, he had been "reading" the same line since he had opened the monitor, and his mind had refused to let him get past his initial fears, no matter how hard he tried.

And then, the night came, spreading its dark blankets over the skies, and the rain became stronger, more fierce and taunting. It took him a little more than a minute to realize that he was out of his bedroom and climbing up a fleet of stairs towards the roof. His legs seemed to be moving on their own accord; his body was out of his control, only fixed on reaching its bent destination. Each step made his eyes become a little more hollow, a little more blank. He didn't know what to do anymore. He had gotten so accustomed to detaching himself from his emotions and from the rest of the world, but he supposed that it had been easier when there was no one to actually get attached to. Now, he was being bombarded by a sudden attack of long suppressed feelings; there was nowhere to hide anymore. He had to admit to himself right then and there. He was human. And tonight, he would most likely die.

Drops of water caressed his thin frame fragilely, as afraid that if they held on too hard, the pale insomniac would break. Thin, soft splashes were vaguely heard as bare feet sloshed through the various puddles. L could already feel his white cotton sweater stick to his skin, making him slightly uncomfortable. But the minor physical discomforts were set aside as the detective gazed at the dark, almost black horizon, the rain drops stinging his face with vigor force. His eyes wavered for a moment, glancing to the side, for just a moment, for just a second…

And that is when he deduced that he may have gone completely insane.

Naomi.

He could see Naomi.

At least, vaguely. She was standing still in the rain, though she did not seem the least wet. Her careful, yet soft falcon eyes seemed to be gazing at him sullenly, almost remorsefully. L could only take a few steps back to keep his balance from giving way. Naomi. Naomi Misora. Probably one of the best FBI agents he ever worked with, if not the best agent internationally. She was quite the intelligent one, but she never let her pride get the best of her; her quiet yet determined attitude was what separated her from the rest. Naomi Misora was the one person he had considered revealing his true identity to. The only person he had considered somewhat of a good friend, besides Light.

The only person he had ever fallen in love with.

Of course, L had no idea what to do with the latter feeling; he knew how human relationships functioned, but somehow his will to be detached from anything and everything left him with watching her fall in love with another man, get engaged, and start towards what was supposed to be the happiest time of her life. L had only shrugged at the time, moved on with his work, putting aside any and all feelings for the Japanese federal agent. At the time, he had made sure he thought nothing of it. But now, staring at what he was sure a damned hallucination, he could only reach out at the phantom and feel his cheeks burn; why, he did not know. He felt a sudden impulsion to do something, what he did not know. Had he been a more emotional person, a bit more human, as some would say, he would have tried to establish some sort of physical contact with the illusion. But L only crouched. His eyes remained blank and cold and fixated. He seemed like nothing was happening.

He could only be glad that the rain washed away the single tear that had managed to slip away from his eyes.

Misa lounged in the small room, a happy smiled plastered on her pretty painted face. Across the table sat Light, looking somewhat bored, but with a certain gleam in his eye, which made the pop star wonder if there was some sort of new plan that was now formulating through her Kira's devious mind. Behind the young man a grotesque, yet strangely attractive creature lurked in the air, her one yellow eye giving off the impression of much wisdom and eons of living a life. Rem was usually rather stoic, but today, Misa could not help but notice the hate and malice that seemed to be practically pouring from the female shinigami. The second Kira knew that the entity was by no means fond of Light, but this was different. It wasn't just dislike…it had the feeling of pure, raw hate.