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"I gave instructions to Watari to delete everything if something unexpected ever happened to him"
He was surprised, he asummed Rem would only kill L, but it made sense after all.
"If something unexpected... Does it mean he's dea-?"
He waited, patiently, he knew what was about to happen, he felt a mix of anxiousness and anticipation, he was almost unable to hide it.
"Please hear me, The shiniga-"
Then, L fell, he didn't wait a second he jumped right after him to hold him; a small act he had prepared before hand, following his own script, but obviously he couldn't control his face anymore surely no one other than the men he was holding could see his winning smug smile.
he could see the betrayal in L's face, for a second, he felt his heart sinking into his stomach, a lump in his throat, as if a part of him felt some kind off regret; but that was impossible he couldn't fell that way not when he was about to win.
L's eyes were looking directly at his, although he didn't seem to be pleading for any kind of mercy, no; it was pure determination, as a promise, a promise that even after his death he wouldn't win.
But something else was hidden L's expression, a hint of something he couldn't quite name, something he couldn't understand complety.
His friend's hand moved forward to his face, almost as if he wanted to touch it; he didn't understand what L's intentions were, what was he even trying to do?; he couldn't help but feel sometype of electricity when the fingertips touched his face.
Suddenly the touch stopped and the hand fell, L's eyes closed, slowly, as if trying to keep looking at Light, as if he wanted to keep looking at the face of his killer a bit more.
Finally, L's eyes closed completely, giving up.
L was dead.
He had won.
A rush of emotions went through his head, he was taken aback by a sudden reality he never expected to confront.
He had won.
L was dead.
L was dead
L died.
He tried to step back, to pull away before this new emotion took over him, but he couldn't, he didn't want to leave him, he couldn't leave him, not like this.
He felt regret, pure regret, he wanted him back, what had he done? He started screaming desperately, to his dad, to Aizawa to Matsuda even.
They all seemed taken aback by his screams, who would blame them? The usually calm and logic Light was now screaming and sobbing because if L's death, most of them partially belived he was Kira, why would Kira cry and beg for his enemy to be saved? All their doubts where dissipated.
Light couldn't help but hold L and sob, he held his body against himself as if trying to keep him company, for a second, he wished to never have found the Death Note, to have been L's friend.
He hugged him, for what felt like an eternity, he waited for the ambulance even tho he knew there was nothing he could do about it.
L died
He killed L.
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.
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He had won.