No One Else But Me

//Ok, be nice folks. This is my first piece, kind of like a short start to my manic trend. Yea, anyways read be happy. I don't own anything here, just myself. Death Note is owned and anything affiliated with it, but I can still love it to the point of obsession. ^'^

How did it come to this, I wonder.

The rain is falling as it often does, but today it brings a depressing note. Even as it hits the pavement around me with a beady rhythm making speckles bounce around in an age old dance, I can't seem to grasp it. Everything was so perfect. Almost to the very end. I swear I could see the finish line.

Slowly the rain droplets seep into my clothes in their hurry to meet the earth, uncaring that blood mixes along the way, soiling its purity. I barely feel the pain anymore. I'm more fascinated by the one who stands over me. His shaggy hair and deep set eyes look down in what I can only assume is mock sympathy. It makes me want to throw up, that look. But I don't, cause I know it's merely my own dying mind playing tricks on me. One last vision to tell you just how close you were.

And yet so far.

A single slip, one foot stumbles beneath the other, making a God turn mortal. "I don't need your pity," I cry as an involuntary spasm racks my body. I hated you, at least in the beginning . A hurdle to jump that would bring me closer to the world I sought. I imagined to you it was a sort of game and I willingly played along, wanting to savor my impending victory. It would have lost its meaning if it was over too quickly. The longer we struggled to discover the other, the higher I rose in glory, because as you focused on me, I was focused on the world and how we could make it better together.

God would have been nothing without his devil.

A wave of dizziness makes my eyes roll and for a moment I think my dead companion is just that, a dying man's illusion. Then as I look about again, I see him sitting at my side, a single pale hand laid atop mine.

No, you are not giving me pity. You are just there, as you always have been. Trying without saying a word, that you were on my side, even if that meant you had to chase me. Even if you had to be my Lucifer. So now as I see myself a mortal man, shot by a friend to protect the world from an evil murderer. Going to join my equal in the other world where we will spend eternity.

Neither angels nor devils.

And I don't mind so much that I lost. Maybe the world wasn't ready for my brand of justice. At the very least I tried and some good did come of it, even if only a little. I also wouldn't have met you, my other half. Life would have stayed the way it was, boring and increasingly disgusting. So I refuse to regret what I did, that I used the means presented to me. It was fate.

So let them think they won everything by my death. In some ways they did. In others they failed. If they thought I should have paid for my crimes, I imagine a padded cell would have been more fitting, not this. Instead they released me. I already knew I was dead, the moment I accepted the Death God's terms. I already knew I would die by his hand. It was only a question of when. Another wave of pain seizes my body, making me thrash about as I grasp my chest. Ironic that though I've been shot, a heart attack will be my cause of death. As I settle back down, the last of my breath leaving me, I look at the one who truly understood me and whispered, "L. I'm s-."

Question answered.