𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙎 | l lawliet

Reunion | angst

Decided to start with the edgy shit, to scare the rookies away ;)

Potential triggers: self harm, death, mild nihilism.

Inspired by: L: Change the World
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You'd seen him fall, right before your eyes.

L was dead.

It hadn't taken long for the Task Force to realise that your relationship with him had long crossed professional, so it wasn't surprising how they looked at you when he was getting buried.

You didn't bother to question it, being too busy trying to hold back tears. It was terrible, imagining him six feet under the ground, lying aimlessly. Yet, Roger didn't let you see his body. You would've died to touch that face one more time.

"I'll... definitely avenge Ryuzaki!" Light Yagami pledged.

"It's not like that's gonna bring him back," you deadpanned.

"I'm sorry. I understand how difficult this time is for you, but we're all there--"

"No," you smirked wryly, "You're not. I'm leaving the Task Force."

Nobody dared to say a word after that. All they could do was watch you leave. Because, deep down, they all knew: your mind was far beyond fixing. Only he could've fixed it.

You turned back, genuinely grinning.

"You're all just delusional. It's obvious: one of you is Kira."

Aizawa clenched his teeth.

"If you'd rather trust your emotions than the World's Greatest Detective, have it your way, but..."

Your eyes met Light's, staring into his dominantly.

"Don't underestimate that childish bastard. Even after dying, I know damn well he's not letting Kira win. Better watch your back."

You turned away, tears building up as you left for your house.

"Bastard... you're even more useless when you're dead..." you muttered, collapsing onto your bed.

By a few hours, you'd tried everything: sleeping, drinking, sobbing, laughing...

You rolled your sleeves up to your elbows, revealing souvenirs of your 'stupidity.' That's what they all called it. Maybe it was stupid, but so were you.

The knife dug into your skin, making a satisfying sound as it did. You sighed, closing your eyes to savour the pain.

"Told you I wouldn't, but what're you gonna do, all buried like that?"

You kept making cuts, deepening them by each second. You knew it was going to sting to clean them up, if you even made it till then.

Suddenly, cold fingers clasped around yours. Your eyes opened immediately.

You could never forget that sensation, they'd almost touched your intestines, after all.

"You..!"

Majestic as he was, hunching down at you blankly, the famous L.

Without a word, he began disinfecting the wounds.

"Have you taken a tetanus vaccine? That knife was rusted."

"H-hell if I care! How're you here?!"

"Ah, I wrote my name in the notebook before the Shinigami did. I currently have twenty-two days left to live."

"You have a notebook?"

The man took out a plastic evidence bag, holding it up meticulously.

"Give me the notebook."

"No."

"We both know, I'd be happier dead, especially without you."

"I am not the only thing you exist for."

"Yeah, man. You are. What's the point of this damn world anyway? People hit like thorns, loneliness hits worse."

He handed the notebook over, shoulders somehow even more slumped than usual.

"Y/n," he called.

"What?"

"We are catching Kira," he commanded as if he was like the leader of an army.

"Damn right we are."