Hair flips over into his eyes
as he leans over his desk, determined;
the notebook is open across the surface--
so seemingly innocent and nondescript.
Quill in hand, he pauses to think
the best way to be rid of a sinner;
a flicker of thought and a wry smile
and he charges on, penning the scene.
Ten seconds and then six minutes--
and then fourty seconds again;
When he finally sets the pen aside
he is content with this masterpiece.
He has written an end for himself
just in case no one has the nerve to do so--
guilty and tired he can go to his grave,
never outdone, merely self-retired.
Guilty; he turns the word over and over
eyes shadowed so unusually overcome him--
memories wash over and inside, sweeping;
he breathes a ragged sigh of desperation.
The end comes to him just in time--days later;
His enemies dead all around and he, alone.
It is over, done--finished, complete.
He raises his eyes to the sky and coughs.
Across the street is a cathedral--
the bell tolls twice for him;
he approaches on steady legs--
enters and seats himself within.
And there, above in the place of honor--
the figure of a god he never believed in--
of a archetype of false justice--
and the biggest pain in his ass.
No matter; he coughed again, breath short;
no matter, breathe, breathe--sigh.
Eyes went out of focus and his head swam--
For a moment, there was nothing.
And then everything was nothing;
shadows consumed him and he was gone--
and then he was there in the place
that was nowhere at all.
Not Heaven, not Hell.
Just--not anywhere at all;
ceasing to exist in any form.
Before stood a thing--
a thing in a form that was like him;
human-looking and crouched down
his hand paused above the chess board.
The figure looked up and blinked--once;
he lifted the black knight wiht two fingers
and moved it off the board, to the side;
"I've been waiting for you."
The other smiled because it was true--
waiting and waiting, seperate and alone;
he takes his seat across from the other
And says, "Shut up, Ryuzaki."
A cocked eyebrow, an exaggerated sigh,
"Your move, Kira."
The newly-dead smiles and shrugs,
"Isn't it always, L?"
A shared smile between them and a move;
the game is begun again;
"You know this could go on forever don't ya?"
...not that he cares of course.
The other smiles knowingly...
"I plan on it."