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Halloween Ficlet
Oct. 29th, 2013 06:00 pm"It tastes like blood," L says. Misa doesn't comment, but her childish look of disgust suggests she agrees.
Light takes a swallow, just to be contrary, and has to force himself not to gag. "What sort of wine is this?" he asks, tilting his goblet (wasn't it a wineglass a minute ago?) to look at it. It's as transparent as any other wine - and then it isn't, and he recoils just a little at the thick red liquid he just swallowed.
L shrugs, taking another mouthful as expressionlessly as he normally drinks his tea. "You should both drink up. This is a celebration."
"What are we celebrating?" Misa asks, brow furrowed just enough to look cutely puzzled. (Light admires her acting, in a distant way - he knows better than anyone how hard it is to constantly keep to a perfect role. Misa is the flawless bubbly celebrity, as Light is the flawless son.) Light looks to L, politely questioning - something happened, he knows, but he can't remember what. Something worth celebrating? (A not-buried-deep-enough part screams 'no', but he pushes it away, terrified, because it will tell him -)
"Triumph." L sounds oddly weary as he answers.
Light puts the goblet down. It's heavy and cumbersome; he can't imagine why he picked it up in the first place. (It flickers in the corner of his eye, and for a moment what's lying there isn't a drinking vessal at all.) L shakes his head at Light in disappointment. "It's too late for that, *****-kun," he says, but Light can't quite hear the name he uses.
"I don't want it," he says, and tells himself he doesn't sound petulant (though the petulance is better than the underlying fear). Misa follows his example, as she always does. (Is that something behind her?)
"No?" L shrugs, taking another swallow.
"You don't believe me," Light accuses, wanting a fight, (wanting to prove to himself that L is real) (why does he want that? It's obvious he is) wanting L to retaliate (wanting L to touch him).
L doesn't rise to the bait. He raises his goblet instead, and the glass shines as clearly as the wine inside it. "A toast." He doesn't say to what, but Light's goblet is in his hand again (he never picked it up) and when L tilts his head back Light is forced to do the same, thick blood pouring down his throat and he has to swallow or drown.
He drops the goblet again but it doesn't fall. L lowers his head, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth, and grins at Light with bloodstained teeth. "It's too late to give up now, Kira. We've drunk to your triumph."
Light wakes up screaming loud enough to be heard three rooms away.
It's L's funeral today.
He wonders if the taste of blood will ever leave his mouth.
Light takes a swallow, just to be contrary, and has to force himself not to gag. "What sort of wine is this?" he asks, tilting his goblet (wasn't it a wineglass a minute ago?) to look at it. It's as transparent as any other wine - and then it isn't, and he recoils just a little at the thick red liquid he just swallowed.
L shrugs, taking another mouthful as expressionlessly as he normally drinks his tea. "You should both drink up. This is a celebration."
"What are we celebrating?" Misa asks, brow furrowed just enough to look cutely puzzled. (Light admires her acting, in a distant way - he knows better than anyone how hard it is to constantly keep to a perfect role. Misa is the flawless bubbly celebrity, as Light is the flawless son.) Light looks to L, politely questioning - something happened, he knows, but he can't remember what. Something worth celebrating? (A not-buried-deep-enough part screams 'no', but he pushes it away, terrified, because it will tell him -)
"Triumph." L sounds oddly weary as he answers.
Light puts the goblet down. It's heavy and cumbersome; he can't imagine why he picked it up in the first place. (It flickers in the corner of his eye, and for a moment what's lying there isn't a drinking vessal at all.) L shakes his head at Light in disappointment. "It's too late for that, *****-kun," he says, but Light can't quite hear the name he uses.
"I don't want it," he says, and tells himself he doesn't sound petulant (though the petulance is better than the underlying fear). Misa follows his example, as she always does. (Is that something behind her?)
"No?" L shrugs, taking another swallow.
"You don't believe me," Light accuses, wanting a fight, (wanting to prove to himself that L is real) (why does he want that? It's obvious he is) wanting L to retaliate (wanting L to touch him).
L doesn't rise to the bait. He raises his goblet instead, and the glass shines as clearly as the wine inside it. "A toast." He doesn't say to what, but Light's goblet is in his hand again (he never picked it up) and when L tilts his head back Light is forced to do the same, thick blood pouring down his throat and he has to swallow or drown.
He drops the goblet again but it doesn't fall. L lowers his head, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth, and grins at Light with bloodstained teeth. "It's too late to give up now, Kira. We've drunk to your triumph."
Light wakes up screaming loud enough to be heard three rooms away.
It's L's funeral today.
He wonders if the taste of blood will ever leave his mouth.
