Matters of the logic and emotion
[May 3, 2004]
With plans of his innocence via death in process, and no plans of playing his game with L any longer, Light saw no reason why he should continue to be amicable towards L. He hated the man who thought himself justice. This weird looking man-child who came into his life by setting a foreign police stalker on him, 64 illegally installed surveillance cameras in his room and their bathroom. His mother and sister used the bathroom, damn it, and L had installed cameras in there!
Following him to the entrance exam and then his university, sharing each and every class, sitting next to him and staring at him for all that time? Light's patience was at an end.
On one hand, Light admired the extent L was going through to get to Kira. Light would have done the same if their positions were reversed. On the other, enough was enough. There had to be a limit somewhere. He was pretty sure L had violated several human rights laws by now. Light wished he hated L for it, because he didn't. If they had met in any other circumstance, maybe Light wouldn't have hated the man who was the personification of his death, his doom, his own personal Kira. L did everything he condemned Kira for and then went three steps further in broad daylight and with government support. At least Light killed criminals and was done with it. L played with them like a cat playing with it's food. For entertainment. For a hobby.
It was sickening. It was impressive. L went to lengths Light would never even dream about for catching a criminal. L had the intelligence to catch the killer, to put together random, circumstantial evidence with solid logic and back it up with evidence. L had done that for years and now had the power to act as he wanted. Sometimes, Light wondered why L hadn't simply caught him and had him assassinated as soon as he figured out his identity. He was almost sure it was because L wanted answers, wanted to play the game more than catch Kira and stop him from killing more criminals. Being a detective was his hobby and what was a hobby without some challenge?
Light hated L. Light admired L.
Because L was the same as Kira except backed by the government and then had the audacity to tell him L was justice while Kira was a criminal.
If he had a few more months, more time, Light would have killed L.
Unfortunately, that plan was no longer possible, unless the second Kira grew a completely new brain and managed to do what Light himself hadn't. Light doubted it. He comforted himself by not holding back and eviscerating L verbally. Light Yagami was no one's door mat, no one's unpaid intern and certainly not Matsuda#2 in the task force. He was going to work properly, be respected properly for the time had left with the task force. Despite what L said, Light didn't need longer breaks, dessert after his lunch or fruits at his desk. Light hadn't become a part of the Task Force to be treated like someone to kept away from hindering the investigation. He was competent and could carry his own weight.
Light was still tempted to kill L. But just not as much as before. In a few more days, he wouldn't have worry about being convicted and executed. That had a lot to do with his new and improved attitude towards World's Greatest Detective L. Who still didn't pay him and tried to offer compensation by free lunch. Just how old did he think Light was? Damn him!
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[May 5, 2004]
L didn't know what had changed. Something had. April 29— that was the date Light Yagami had changed. Before, Light had put on his soft-spoken, almost submissive mask in front of L. He tried to stand up to him, but also eventually gave in to L's opinion in the end. Now? he was openly sarcastic, almost salty and no longer bothering to put on a mask. L was seeing the parts of what he knew Light had hidden under his facade of perfection. That intelligence, arrogance lurking in his eyes and those off-handed comments that raised red flags in his mind, marked Light Yagami as Kira.
The problem was-
L liked what he saw.
Every time Light talked, he talking to L. Not to L, the greatest detective in the world. Light addressed L as another human being, poked and prodded at his sore spots and gleefully pointed out his blind spots. Sometimes, Light was contrary just to be contrary. Because L had done something that had annoyed him and Light felt the need to make his displeasure clear by being the most passive aggressing bitch L had ever had the pleasure of meeting. With Light, L didn't feel so lonely anymore. He was heard, he was seen and—
Light saw L and wasn't afraid of pointing it out. And that fascinated him.
L had to keep reminding himself of the basic facts of the case: Yagami Light was Kira. The case was on a scale unlike any before. Both L and Light had staked their lives on it. No matter how much he liked his prime suspect, no matter how much he wanted to know the real Light, the one he was now seeing for the first time, L had to keep away. He had already promised to execute Kira. Light was Kira. It was never going to go anywhere. They were never going to become friends. Never going to explore what more could have become of their friendship if they had met under any other circumstances.
Kira was going to die. L would see him executed as soon as he had proof.
That was it. The End.
Or rather, so it was supposed to be. The fact was, L wasn't a hero. He was only human. Light was Kira. And slowly, that didn't seem like as much of a concern as it was.