[ Adaptability is crucial when the world around you changes. In less than a week, Light manages to find a home that needs only a few repairs. The bartering system is easy for someone with the right social skills, and his practice of blood magic is going well. While it's hardly a life comparable to the one he had before, it's considerably more achieved than the blob that washed ashore.
He's lived on his own, with Misa, for years now so that much isn't a change. Gone is the boy who depended on his parents for food and shelter, and in his place is a man capable of caring for himself. Regular trips to the market keep his home well-stocked and give him the chance to familiarize himself with the city.
One face isn't meant to be so familiar.
It's impossible to mistake the dark, hooded eyes and shock of black hair. No matter the change in clothing, Light knows L the moment their eyes lock. The world around him fades as capable legs suddenly become incapable of moving. In an instant, the past few years rewind, and L's in his arms again, his weight too light for a grown man. Rewind becomes fast forward as the sense of boredom and buried regret struggle to overcome pride and the voice that reminds him that all of it was necessary for Kira. He'd won. He regretted winning. He would have regretted losing more.
Is it another hallucination? It's telling that Light doesn't question the possibility of hallucinating L; they were too linked for too long. Even after the detective took his last breath, he never left Light's life. Late nights at the office or in front of a monitor would sometimes leave a treacherous voice to whisper in his ear. What would life be like if L was alive? As he graduated from college and gained ranks in the NPA, as wars around the world stopped, none of it was able to break through the thick layer of boredom that returned once L's body was in the ground. It was fine, he reminded himself. Kira was a calling, a need to fix a rotten world, not a hobby to occupy his time.
All the time in the world has passed, but it's barely a fraction of a second before Light's able to take a single step forward, almost terrified that the figure will disappear. ]
L?
[ Is it so wrong to wish the phantom to be real? He isn't Kira here. Wanting the return of his greatest obstacle doesn't threaten the needs of the world. What does it mean if L answers? If it's not fake? Does he remember how he met his end? The very existence of somebody who knows him as Kira is dangerous, but that can be a problem later. For just a few moments, he's looking into the endless eyes of the only man who managed to make him engage in the world. ]
for L; halloween
He's lived on his own, with Misa, for years now so that much isn't a change. Gone is the boy who depended on his parents for food and shelter, and in his place is a man capable of caring for himself. Regular trips to the market keep his home well-stocked and give him the chance to familiarize himself with the city.
One face isn't meant to be so familiar.
It's impossible to mistake the dark, hooded eyes and shock of black hair. No matter the change in clothing, Light knows L the moment their eyes lock. The world around him fades as capable legs suddenly become incapable of moving. In an instant, the past few years rewind, and L's in his arms again, his weight too light for a grown man. Rewind becomes fast forward as the sense of boredom and buried regret struggle to overcome pride and the voice that reminds him that all of it was necessary for Kira. He'd won. He regretted winning. He would have regretted losing more.
Is it another hallucination? It's telling that Light doesn't question the possibility of hallucinating L; they were too linked for too long. Even after the detective took his last breath, he never left Light's life. Late nights at the office or in front of a monitor would sometimes leave a treacherous voice to whisper in his ear. What would life be like if L was alive? As he graduated from college and gained ranks in the NPA, as wars around the world stopped, none of it was able to break through the thick layer of boredom that returned once L's body was in the ground. It was fine, he reminded himself. Kira was a calling, a need to fix a rotten world, not a hobby to occupy his time.
All the time in the world has passed, but it's barely a fraction of a second before Light's able to take a single step forward, almost terrified that the figure will disappear. ]
L?
[ Is it so wrong to wish the phantom to be real? He isn't Kira here. Wanting the return of his greatest obstacle doesn't threaten the needs of the world. What does it mean if L answers? If it's not fake? Does he remember how he met his end? The very existence of somebody who knows him as Kira is dangerous, but that can be a problem later. For just a few moments, he's looking into the endless eyes of the only man who managed to make him engage in the world. ]