Note:I am well aware of the difference between elegy and eulogy. That said, this drabble was written like five minutes ago while I was listening to "Elegy" by Leave's Eyes. A beautiful song that you should all listen to. I know I've been saying how my laptop is broken, and I was holding off writting until I got it up and working again...but I just could not resist typing this up on my gf's computer. She has a new laptop from toshiba...and it is just beautiful. I had to use it. Oh, and I'm sorry if there are some typos. Like I said, I'm using her computer, so my grammar and spell checker are not with me.
Pairing: Implied L and Raito
Summary: Tonight, L watches Raito sleep again.
Rating: G? idk...
Warnings: NONE, unless a hint of sadness counts.
Fandom: Death Note
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. Duh.
Elegy
By 18 DosesSometimes, when it grew so late that Raito collapsed from exhaustion, L would allow himself to look upon him with eyes different from those that viewed Kira. Because when Raito Yagami sleeps, his whole face changes, even his body language. Everything. Changes. It was and is so odd.
Right down to the tips of his fingers is a sense of approach. A sense of trust and morality. Completely different from the vibes he sends off during the day. Which was why L found it difficult to look away when the young man slept. Like a magnet, his eyes were drawn to partially dropped lips and soft eyelids. The brown hair that fell in front of both. How sometimes Raito would mumble.
He called himself God as he slept; he had only done so once. L had known exactly what to make of it, and yet he had told himself the percentage of people who had similar dreams was moderately high. And so God had continued to sleep and L had went on with his watch.
Tonight, L watches Raito sleep again.
It is exactly eleven o’clock and Lawliet finds it odd that his (enemy slash friend) would fall asleep so soon. It is unlike him. L wonders if maybe he has been working too much. After all, Kira is just human, and besides, he isn’t used to sleeping only ten hours a week, unlike L who can stay awake forever.
The window curtains blow inward, grazing the outside of Raito’s thigh just before lifting to touch his shoulder. He sleeps so close to the window. L finds that ridiculous; Raito is bound to catch a cold since it is so late into the winter.
Snow begins to drift into the room.
Sighing, L stands from his crouched position in the computer chair and closes the window. He is careful to keep quite, because he knows how light of a sleeper that Raito is.
Of course he is a light sleeper, L thinks.
Kira is a light sleeper, as well as a perfectionist and paranoid man who suffers a God-Complex. Always aware. Always on the edge and ready to make his next move. He is a light sleeper. But it does not matter now.Sitting back down, L draws his knees to his chest and rests his chin atop them. He wriggles his toes and lets his eyes drift closed for only a moment. He sees just as well with his eyes closed, mainly because he has already witnessed what he needed. He knows for sure now that he was right. Of course, he knew he was right the moment that his heart had stopped beating. But he wanted to see something else. Which is why he has re-visited Raito. Haunted him for the last three days.
There is life after death, he now knows. That life, or so he supposes it should be called, is unlike that which is preached in churches and believed by many. That life is desolate and bare. It is nothingness. But that nothingness can be avoided if one desires greatly enough. It does not last forever, though, and L can feel himself beginning to fade. This is why he can no longer feel the fabric of the chair, or the chill of the wind that still lingers in the room.
It is why, as he stands back up (one foot before the other and he tiptoes) and walks over to the other chair, he cannot feel the warm flesh against his lips. It is why Raito seems to be growing farther away.
With his eyes set on the paper beneath Raito’s hands, he closes them and allows himself to drift into nothing. He has came and he has seen, and now he knows. The great Kira, a god that can never be, has cried and has written. Even the great Kira feels some form of regret.
What little regret there is will be washed away after tonight, the night before L’s funeral. However, even knowing this, L rests in peace. Now he knows that there must have been something, and that he was not wrong after all. Raito does indeed feel. He has emotions. Bottled up and suppressed. He hides them all, even the love for his own father. The fondness for a man that part of him had hated. Must have hated because he was the enemy. The enemy, but only to Kira, not Raito.
And it is Raito, not Kira, who cries as he writes a eulogy.
Teardrop on a fragile eyelash
She's looking like a dream
Hoping for some understanding
An answer or at least
A calming word a single sentence
To restore her heart
Aching since the day I left her
Crossing lonely seas
Silent tears…-quote from the song "Elegy" by Leave’s Eyes
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