FIC: Tears of Emotion
Jun. 21st, 2008 09:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ficwizeTitle: Tears of Emotion
Fandom: Death Note
Prompt: a strong character crying as requested by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
galerian_ash.
Warnings: Major spoilers for the end of the series.
Rating: Gen
Summary: Everybody cries sometimes.
Pairings: None
Length: Three Drabbles
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. I'm not that smart.
A/N: Written for June!challenge Day 21 at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fic_on_demand.
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.
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(i) Tears of Frustration
Matt heard hours after Mello and Near that L was dead. Roger called the rest of the kids together and broke the news in mass. L was dead. Near was taking over as the next L.
Matt left the room before Roger even finished his sentence. He ran down the hallway, knowing already that he was too late. Skidding to a stop in front of a closed door, he lifted one hand and pressed it to the wood.
Steeling himself, he turned the knob. The room was completely empty and a single tear slipped down his cheek. "God damnit, Mello."
(ii) Tears of Rage
Mello raged against the impossible his entire life. L's death hurt, because it pointed out - again - that Mello still couldn't cut it - couldn't beat Near. It gave him a sick pleasure to know that he had found out about the Death Note and shinigami's before Near, and he forcibly quieted the voice in his head that told him that he was no better than the criminals he associated with.
It wasn't until he saw Matt gunned down by Kira worshippers that Mello understood fully what he'd risked in this game. He raged against it. And he cried.
(iii) Tears of Victory
It was over. Kira was dead, killed by the shinigami he’d associated with and if Near understood the death god’s obsession with finding ways not to be bored a little too well, he pushed it aside.
That night, the first night he’d not spent worrying how many people Kira would kill while he still failed, he thought back to those he had lost – Watari, L, Matt… Mello.
Playing with the puppets he’d made for them ages ago, Near softly whispered goodbye to each, ignoring the tears that dripped down his face. He’d won, but they’d all lost in the end.
Fandom: Death Note
Prompt: a strong character crying as requested by
galerian_ash.Warnings: Major spoilers for the end of the series.
Rating: Gen
Summary: Everybody cries sometimes.
Pairings: None
Length: Three Drabbles
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. I'm not that smart.
A/N: Written for June!challenge Day 21 at
fic_on_demand. As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.
*************
(i) Tears of Frustration
Matt heard hours after Mello and Near that L was dead. Roger called the rest of the kids together and broke the news in mass. L was dead. Near was taking over as the next L.
Matt left the room before Roger even finished his sentence. He ran down the hallway, knowing already that he was too late. Skidding to a stop in front of a closed door, he lifted one hand and pressed it to the wood.
Steeling himself, he turned the knob. The room was completely empty and a single tear slipped down his cheek. "God damnit, Mello."
(ii) Tears of Rage
Mello raged against the impossible his entire life. L's death hurt, because it pointed out - again - that Mello still couldn't cut it - couldn't beat Near. It gave him a sick pleasure to know that he had found out about the Death Note and shinigami's before Near, and he forcibly quieted the voice in his head that told him that he was no better than the criminals he associated with.
It wasn't until he saw Matt gunned down by Kira worshippers that Mello understood fully what he'd risked in this game. He raged against it. And he cried.
(iii) Tears of Victory
It was over. Kira was dead, killed by the shinigami he’d associated with and if Near understood the death god’s obsession with finding ways not to be bored a little too well, he pushed it aside.
That night, the first night he’d not spent worrying how many people Kira would kill while he still failed, he thought back to those he had lost – Watari, L, Matt… Mello.
Playing with the puppets he’d made for them ages ago, Near softly whispered goodbye to each, ignoring the tears that dripped down his face. He’d won, but they’d all lost in the end.
