#silver pard

Light announced what L had always known. To be exact: he wasn't surprised by the actual announcement, only that it was announced at all. “I am Kira.” You bastard. How dare you just tell me like I couldn't figure it out on my own. How dare you take this victory from me. How dare you ruin this.

He knows there has to be something more to existence, that there must be something else to strive for, but he gave up a long time ago, perhaps even before he reached high school – what does it matter? He might be hollow inside but his veneer is perfect.

L was so sure – so sure – that one day he would find someone who was just like him, who would understand what he meant without him having to explain, who would be able to follow his thoughts and further them, who would be on L's level. Someone he might be able to call a friend and mean it, someone L wouldn't have to lie to because they might wear his name one day. He's never found them.

This,” Light murmured to Ryuk with dreamy satisfaction as he watched L being cuffed and pushed – protesting all the while – to the waiting police car, “is the most perfect moment of both my lives.

Soichiro didn't sweep her off her feet, he wasn't her Prince Charming. He was something solid; she knew he would always be there. She realized she was never going to be special, but she would be safe with him, she would be happy, if she stopped dreaming. So she did, until the day the nurse had laid her son upon her breast.

When Sachiko came looking for Sayu early in the morning, she was asleep, head lolling gently on her brother's shoulder as his even voice continued to tell of the battle between a god of death and a god of intellectual inquiry as he typed one-handed at the computer.

Light thinks that defeat is bitter on his tongue, defeat is strychnine, because L is a person to Light, not an object an obstacle an opposing chess player, and what L has done to Light is unforgivable.

Light is something. Light isn't like other humans – humans like Misa – rushing all over the place, rushing everywhere, doing nothing. No, Light is deadly-still, but not shinigami-still, not quite. If shinigami had reapers, Light is what they'd be. Light sees through people – and shinigami – in ways Ryuk never could, even with his eyes.