Heartstrings or Handcuffs? (L x Light)

I Spy a Kira

Me: *Rubs hands together* "Okay, people, let's get this show started. I do not own Death Note, and I certainly don't own much of this scene, which mirrors the events of episode 7 seen in the video above. There are definite differences between this fanfiction, though, and the show. For instance, Light still doesn't know what L looks like in episode 7. Please ignore these inconsistencies. Consider that L, Light, Misa, etc. are already well acquainted as they are later on in the show. The biggest difference is how it ends..."

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I had just sentenced Naomi Misora, the FBI agent's—Raye Penber's—fiancée, to death.

"Uh, so, if you don't mind my asking, why do you keep checking your watch?" she asked me as I was glancing down at my wrist once more, checking how much time was left till she marched off to her death.

"Oh, well, I guess it's because..." I was going to tell her. She would know I was God just before she was condemned totally to death. Still, I couldn't just gloat however I wanted. I checked my watch again. I had to wait a second more before I could tell her—taking her time away to scream. "Because I'm Kira," I announced to her with a grim satisfaction.

She gasped, and I was right to have waited. I am sure she would've screamed given the time to. But instead the horror of realization had only just reached her face when her choices were ripped out from under her. She could do only one thing now. She could only die. She could only carry out God's will.

Her expression seemed frozen in place, her eyes blank in final terror, as she turned from me and began walking calmly down the street. It had started to snow, and some man had passed us earlier, his face covered by his umbrella. It could have been one of the detectives hunting me, hunting Kira, hunting God, and she could have maybe been saved. But it had started to snow, and I knew that if I was not God—He was at least on my side. He approved of this justice.

"What's the matter?" I asked her as she walked away, fake concern in my voice. I only cared to make sure she was truly lost. I only cared to hear that the fight had gone out of her. How dare this woman try to hunt God down?

"There's something I have to do," she said simply, not turning to meet my eyes. She kept walking down the street, down to her fate.

"My father's cellphone might be available now. Do you want to see if you can talk to him?" I asked her, testing her resolve with a small smile on my face since no one was there to see this.

"No, thank you, I have nothing to say to him," she responded, still not ceasing her death march.

"Then goodbye, Naomi Misora," I bade her farewell. No one would ever see her again. I could picture her climbing the stairs to the gallows that would be of her own making. She would kill herself for God.

But there was just one problem: I felt eyes on me. Eyes that were not harmless. Eyes that were not my Shinigami's, Ryuk's, eyes.

"Uh-oh, Light, looks like you're caught," Ryuk taunted me.

I turned my head to the right, and there was L, watching me.

Somehow I was caught. By this buffoon with poor posture, who was standing in a shabby pair of sneakers—only because he was outdoors—in the street while it snowed. His dull eyes held the glimmer of excitement in them because he had caught God and could now show everyone his Devil.

He was going to end me. He was going to put a stop to Kira's justice.

I had but one last hope. One shining ray in the darkness. If I could outweigh his reason with emotion, I could live.

If I could convince L that he loved me truly and I loved him truly, he would have to spare me or tear himself apart in the process. I was Light, and I would show him how beautiful I was, and he would believe it just like everyone else.

And then he would die, and I would truly be God.

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Me: "Does anyone else think Light's name is supposed to be a reference to Lucifer? I do. So now the question is: can the Devil fall in love?"