It wasn't long after when L died, feeling his heart clutch in his chest. He began to fall from his chair, a shocked look on his face from the sudden rush of pain.
Light lunged forward to catch the other. they both fell hard onto the cold floor.

The brunette stared down at the other, looking into his wide eyes. Light knew what was happening. He wished he could have cried out right then, and maybe prevent the Detective from dying... but he could do nothing. His Kira senses took over his body, curling his lips into a demonic smile as he watched upon the other's life fading away in his very arms. A dark smile, a smile that said, 'I win.'

The detective grew even more shocked, and a large sadness filled him. He realized at the moment, that what he had been thinking for a while is true. Light was Kira.

Light wished that he wasn't Kira. He wished he never found the death note. He wished the Kira was an entirely different person so he could Beat the shit out of him at that moment. Deep inside he was in pain, but the kira side of him was feeling victorious, and of course, justified. The kira side of him wanted to burst out in utter, loud laughter.

He felt L grow weak in his arms, his tense body going limp. The detective's eyesslowly shut, his heart beat slowing until it stopped, giving one last, weak pulse. His body grew cold like the floor.

It had been week after the death that left Light's heart aching. He was filled with pain, but he knew what he had to do. He had won, so now it was time to continue with his mission.

Soon a new detective came into play, called Near.

Light hated have a new enemy, knowing none could replace the older one. But he carried on, coming up with new ways to try and win. He really wanted to win now. If he had to deal with the pain of L's death he'd have to make use of it happening... he HAD to win now. Not for him, but for the Black-haired detective he wished never was his enemy.

The schemes grew more and more complex, The brunette trying hard to win this game he wished he never began to play. Sometimes he'd make comments on how Near would never be able to surpass L.

No matter how hard he tried on his plans, he was weak from the pain that was still lodged in his heart, and came the day where everyone met up. Near had found Kira out.

Light went out of control, his Kira senses and his pain all rising up to control him. He laughed wickedly, annoucing to them all that he was indeed Kira.

Kira then went on, telling on how his plan was filled with justice, and he was doing this to make the world a better place. Though, his words felt empty. He knew he took no pride in what he's done anymore, and he knew that he'd join L soon.

That day ended with Matsuda shooting Kira madly, tears leaking from his eyes as he screamed on about how Kira had killed his father so carelessly. Of course, his father was the last on Light's mind so the brunette didn't take much care to the mentioning.

Eventually, Light was full of leaking bullet holes, feeling himself growing weaker. He ran out from the darkness of the area to the brightness of daytime, though it was strangely brighter than usually to Light. He held his arm tightly, attempting to stop the intense bleeding from a particularly deep bullet wound. As he ran past all the area's he'd once been after all this started, he felt himself grow more and more limp. A weak look upon his face.

Ryuk sat at the top of a building, slightly whispering the words,"Times up, Light... this was interesting while it lasted." And scribbling the Brunettes full name into his death note.

Light made it to an area with stairs, callapsing. He attempted to climbup the steps, but it was no use. His life slowly drained from him, similiar to what his blood was doing. His eyes closed, and he reached his final breath.

As he died, he saw a figure standing before him. This figure was the once he wished he'd told that he loved. This figure was L. He knew that he'd be with L now, and he knew he'd be able to tell him. They'd be together forever in the afterlife,and Light could explain how sorry he was, and how torn he felt after that.

He could explain how the pain of dying on those steps was no where near the pain of having to live with the other dead, and not by his side.