Miyuki-chan Fanfiction

I... finally watched Miyuki-chan in Wonderland. XD

Oh man, the ecchi.

I present a humble tribute to the awesomeness of CLAMP. Fuck I just realised I've never written yuri before.

Let's see... The Cheshire PussyCat / Miyuki-chan pairing seems the most intriguing.


Miyuki was at a loss as to what to do.

She was practically defenseless, pinned down by a woman who dubbed herself Cheshire, barely covered in sexy prints - complete with real, furry ears and tail.

And, um, um, um, one stealthy hand, er, working it's way up Miyuki-chan's shirt...

"Shall oneesan here teach you something?" purred the buxom, feline woman into her ear, warm breath teasing her skin. Miyuki flushed.

"Um, it's alright, Ma'am, seriously..." she positively squeaked, face scarlet as she tried to pull her shirt back down while Cheshire had her firmly pressed down against the grass.

The brown-haired schoolgirl was dizzy. She could smell nature, the earth of this strange world, Wonderland, and the exotic scent of the woman above her... it was ridiculous, she was being taken advantage of! Nooo!

"Ma'am," she protested weakly, even as the blonde nudged her shirt up gently with her nose, lips brushing her skin - slightly wet, a soft caress. Miyuki closed her eyes and bit her lip, her breath catching.

"Oneesan here... let us deport you into a world of fantasy and illusion, a mirror of lies and seduction. Let my touch awaken you, hmm...?" Cheshire murmured hotly into Miyuki's warm, sweaty hair, her hands sliding down Miyuki's stomach.

"A-ah... Mm, no..." A moan, a gasp, as her shirt was slowly opened, her bra strap loosened, hanging off one shoulder - her pale skin, exposed under the quaint moonlight.

"Alabaster like the finest snow, oh yes, falling on the corruption of the earth..." A smirk. Miyuki's bra came undone, but by now she was too drunk on the sensation to say anything. Her eyes were glazed, barely aware of what was being done to her, and yet... painfully alert to the arousal she was experiencing.

She moaned quietly, breathing heavily as the Cheshire teased the underside of her breasts with one finger, slowly. It was excruciating, what a thumb could do to her, she thought hazily. Her nipples stood, erect, for attention...

"Ma'am, I..." She said, softly; unsure. But it felt too good for the other to stop, now...

Lazy massage to her breasts, a light squeeze, a flick of Cheshire's thumb on one nipple, or two, and Miyuki gasped, writhed, arched into Cheshire's hand, wanting more of that sensation. Beads of sweat hung from the tips of her hair, traced little paths on her skin as they fell.

"Would you like to sample more of Eden's forbidden secrets, my sweet?" A sly invitation, a wet finger on her nipple. Miyuki was going crazy from the woman's touch. She could feel the warmth in her loins enveloping her - she was drowning in it, and practically soaked through her dainty white panties. Oh, this... She couldn't bear it, she had to have more.

"Please," She rasped, eyes snapping open as she moaned, again, when Cheshire teased her nipples gently, rubbing against the erect points with her nose. And then, the slightest brush of her tongue. Miyuki had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming.

"Oh, yes." A silent plea. Miyuki turned her head to one side as she bucked her hips upward, gasping in pleasure as the Cheshire Cat obliged her, a warm tongue laving her breasts lovingly, stroking every... single...

Inch.

Without missing a beat.

The woman continued to massage her breasts, circling her tongue around the sensitive nipples, taking them into her mouth.

God, the woman knew her way with her teeth. Manipulating her, like that! The way she licked, sucked on her breasts for more - Miyuki'd never felt anything akin to that feeling, before. The pleasure was insurmountable.

"Obviously my dear subject approves of the pinnacle of mystery that is the execution of Man's ultimate desire."

She couldn't quite make out nor understand what Cheshire was saying... Riddles? Mm, she didn't care, not when Cheshire's tongue was doing such deliciously lucid things to her libido. Moaning loudly, Miyuki sank her hands into Cheshire's bright, blonde hair, bringing her closer to her chest as Cheshire slipped off her blue, schoolgirl's skirt, and her drenched underwear, teasing the sides of her thighs.

"Mmmm... oh. Oh, God." Miyuki's eyes, half-closed from the extreme sensations her body was experiencing... she could barely make out the sexy Cat moving down her body (along with her... amazing tongue).

Cheshire teased, smirked, and taunted Miyuki with her touch and mouth, dipping down to bite and suckle on her stomach, leaving reddish marks of passion, before taking her breasts into her warm mouth again, and... it was too much for Miyuki to bear, but she couldn't stop. Not now.

Her hair askew, Miyuki was only barely aware of Cheshire parting her legs, gently, leaning just a bit more over her as she felt the slick sensation of her clit being stroked, suddenly.

"Ah!" Miyuki started, shocked, at the jolt of pleasure. "Oh..." She arched her back. "Mm, we... um... probably... Ma'am," She managed, after some effort. "Maybe we shouldn't, I..."

Undeterred, the Cheshire Cat moved one wet finger up and down the folds of her vagina, circling her sensitive spots teasingly. Miyuki reached out and grabbed Cheshire's hair, one hand sinking nails sharply into the older woman's back.

She thought she would scream from the pleasure when she felt Cheshire pressing a finger against her, before sliding slickly inside.

"Mm, no, I can't..." Her breath, catching in her throat as she moaned and bucked against that finger doing wonders inside of her, circling, circling... "I'm," She gasped into Cheshire's ear, fingers digging all the deeper into the tanned woman's back, "I'm going to..."

For a second, she thought she saw the bright flash of white teeth.

Then, nothing.

She awoke, fully dressed, in a brightly lit area. Standing up, she beheld a majestic castle. In awe, she observed some... women in white (were those poker cards?) uniforms. Spades? Clubs?

Miyuki wasn't making sense of this... Man!

"What happened to me?" She wondered aloud, her eyebrows knotting prettily in confusion.

As she walked over to the cards, she thought she could hear the quiet cackle of a Cheshire Cat in the distance... and make out a disappearing grin.

Seasons: Winter

Silent footsteps
On the white, white ground.
Filthy secrets
Hidden, deep
Within the crevices of your blackened soul.
The wind, it is strong
Violent, unpredictable
As it roars
In all its inherent fury.

Snowflakes, in all their bitter beauty
Frosty, indifferent
Crystalline shards of our broken hearts.
Your smile
It's jaded
Not unlike the quiet tales of seasons gone by

It's the ferocious end
Picturesque anger.
Your hands claw
Hopelessly
Against the glass of fate.

To return
To change what is, what was
To love again
To know
Summer's touch.

In a whirlwind of emotions
We are lost.
Winter has come
An enchantress, and a vicious lady.
She will bind you
She will bewitch you
She will love you
And you will fall.

And thus
With this one ending
Everything begins.
All over again
Silently
Inevitably
Through the grains of Time.

Seasons: Autumn

Whispers, dry, of dreary leaves
Dazzling colours, of scarlet golden
A quiet crunch
A knowing smile
As the avian symphony begins.

Etudes, rushed, in our twisted tango
Unquestioned enigmas about our persons
You hold out your hand
And reach for that brilliant sunset
In the heat, and frigidity, intertwined
Like lips, hot and unpredictable
On the bitter oceans of passion.

In life, and in death
Listen to the silent call
And feel the earth
In the embrace of autumn
As the stars cry
And the rain sings.

Seasons: Summer

Dancing in the grass
Oh, to know the scent
Of daffodils, golden
Like the passionate sun.

A lover's heated sigh;
It sounds, and echoes,
Under the pale and dusty moonlight.

Summer's song
It is sung
And we will remember
Oh, remember
The day of tranquil, beloved warmth
As we lay
In the hopes and dreams
Of each other
Forevermore.

Seasons: Spring

Hear, the song!
Butterflies, laughing
Daisies, sweet and rich, laced with dew
Colourful melodies, in the swelling of our hearts
Glassy melancholy, across the sky
The impossibility of love, in your eyes.

A beautiful, lazy waltz
As our hands joined
Warm, and infinite
In the spring of this dawn
And the beginning
Of a picturesque Eternity.

The Detective [Fanart, G]

His eyes, a smoky kind of dull black, were awkwardly piercing and knowing. Reading you, everything about you... The detective, he's on the prowl.

My first non-Death Note yaoi piece in pen. :D A Pilot G-1 0.5 Black, to be exact. How I love that company! ♥ Anyhow, hope you like. :) L's hair was a bitch to shade as per usual, but I like how it turned out.

Feather [Fanart, NC-17]

Feather
NOT WORKSAFE
"Raito-kun seems to be rather... well-informed when it comes to erogenous zones - extraordinarily so, if I may say so myself," L choked out with great difficulty as Raito brushed the feather against the other's painfully hard nipple whilst stroking his equally painfully hard cock at the exact same time. "...aah. Skilled, too. Mmm."

This was going to kill him someday, L thought wryly, through a haze of lust. Pleasure, oh, pleasure - it was probably the deadliest weapon of all when it came to stripping a man down to his bare essentials, and... well, the most ironic, in his opinion. And yet... how awkwardly fitting!

Raito smirked then, though, and proceeded to lick the side of L's lips, startling him out of his light reverie - teasingly, harshly, deliciously - and his smirk grew wider as L shuddered in sheer, unadulterated pleasure, and moaned.

"Ryuuzaki, Ryuuzaki..." he chided huskily, his low baritone sending little shocks of delight and want, want, want straight to L's groin, "When will you learn that I'm good at everything I do?"

Marionette [Fanart, R]

I am but a humble miscreant before you, my God... your marionette.

I noticed that there's quite a lot of Misa fanfic, but... very few fanarts of her, if any at all. o_0 Although she's not exactly a favourite of mine per se, I thought she'd be someone pretty intriguing to draw.

She has a dark side to her; behind all that gothic and headdesk-inducing naivety, she is, nevertheless, an eager puppet brought to life by Raito's whim - a toy he plays with. And that is what she will remain to him; a toy, until the day of her death, even after he's gone, even after everything's finished...

Intentions [Fanart, PG]

And we both have our scandalous little intentions, my twisted darling.

It is my dearest ambition to make you my puppet, to manipulate you, to make you utterly and completely mine. Do you feel the same, I wonder?

Connection [Fanart, PG]

The unorthodox connection that we both share

Allen reached out gingerly; to stroke Kanda's hair between his fingers. He looked up hesitantly at the other, who only displayed an unreadable expression on his face whilst he continued playing with the soft, soft strands.

It was pliant silk, in his hands. It was Kanda, in the flesh. Only Kanda...

Implied nudity? Not really, though. Just Allen playing with Kanda's hair, because... well, just because KANDA IS HOT LIEK THAT YO. Done with my mechanical pencil, as usual. ♥

Revolution [Fanart, G]

In the dawn of revolution, the power of a king shakes the world.

Drawn for Faye, because she is win. LOL. XD This was done with my trusty mechanical pencil. It's amazing, the things you can do with it. o_0 Lelouch's hair was quite a bitch to shade - took me about 2 hours, tops. Sheesh... I'm quite happy with how this turned out, though. :)

Mechanics [Fanart, G]

The intriguingly complex mechanics of a juice box.

"You mean you forgot how to put the straw in already!?"
"Shut up, idiot."<

Click for a bigger version of the picture. XD Done with my mechanical pencil.

Remembering [Fic, R]

Author: kimiessu
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Pairing: L/Raito

Dark hair, teasing his eyes.

Wan, pale skin - like a dream.

Hands, ethereal and bony, hard, ghosting over his chest, his arms.

A smirk.

He could hear, yes, the clenching of his own teeth in the night. His gripping the bedsheets so tightly that they were close to tearing. He felt his breath, coming in short, panicky gasps.

A whisper, mocking, in his ear.

Raito-kun

And then a tongue, and teeth, exploring the crevices of his ear torturously.

Mercilessly.

So like him.

Like the inhuman mechanism he once knew him to be.

His own eyes - they were shut. He didn't need to see to know who it was with him in his room, to recognise those all-too-familiar limbs sprawled on his body. To know that voice greedily, and to hear those words he never thought he'd hear again.

Licking, sucking. Nibbling. Accepting.

He thought he would die.

Raito-kun

Tentative touches. A slight caress. A sharp bite, harsh and unyielding, on his neck, eliciting a "Fucking ow!" from him, but doing nothing to ease the painfulness that was his erection stretching against his pants even as he tossed and writhed and arched on the bed -

- just a little slut, noted his aggressor amusedly, rendered helpless by some simple ministrations.

He concurred. He couldn't help but concur. He couldn't do anything else, but moan and gasp and cry and hissing heatedly,

"More, more, more, more!"

and the other just complied, putting his lips to his cock and nuzzling it for the briefest moment before he took the whole damned thing in his mouth. A gulp, and a swallow. Knowing hands, feeling him, probing him, taking him.

Raito-kun

He awoke.

And it was the present again, and he was alone on the bed. The loneliness was real - as true as the sweat on his brow, and the slivers of moonlight dancing happily over his skin in the blackness of his room.

He knew.

He understood.

He wouldn't accept.

But L was dead, just as he'd planned.

And yet...

Raito thought he felt the handcuffs gripping his hand again, and that he heard a phantom clink in the night.

Raito-kun

It wasn't over.

Goodbye to Eden [Fic, PG]

Author: kimiessu
Rating PG
Genre Angst
Pairing L/Raito (up to interpretation, really)

The haunting song of Death rang in the chilly sunset as it rained - scarlet torrents of tears and anger, washing away the naivety and innocence of the smiling children on the ground.

She sang, oh, she sang - a heartbreaking tale of misery and loss and love and murder and rage.

In the darkness, they met - the darkly sinister and sly trickster, and the dispassionate scholar of twisted justice. Smiles, cold and polite, distant and full of hidden symbolism behind every curve of muscle, exchanged.

Love, wry and ironic, in their eyes. Inevitability, in the way they spoke, their words bearing hints of finality even as they let the violent raindrops kiss their eyelashes, clinging to their wan, tired faces even as they ran, ran, ran. Silence, eventually - and bitterness, in the air.

Unshed tears and turbulent emotions warred, warred under the surface. The scholar, with his wary dark gaze, clasped the cold hands of his friend, his sin, his temptation, his Eden -

- his downfall.

A frigid and quiet quirk of the lips - ah, a smirk. The trickster moved, slowly, gracefully, to touch his forehead to the other's. Challenging. Mocking. Utterly infuriating, even.

A confident, arrogant smile in return, from the scholar. A straightening of the spine, to bring him to his full height. Hands, reaching around the liar's shoulders, reaching around the magnificent prodigy's predictions and coy planning.

Hands, pulling down that angry, smiling face onto his own in a kiss.

A flash of lightning, as their hands roamed over skin and soaked garments and slick, slick flesh. Gasps, as they screamed in pleasure, roars of triumph in their eyes. Lying, lying, lying to themselves, even as they loved and hated and and loved and loved and loved and, oh-

Redness, then, seeping out onto the ground. A knife in his hand, with the scholar's blood dripping from the jagged edges, black tears on the sheath. The murderer stared. His eyes were a crazy, hysterical golden-brown, even as he continued to gaze helplessly and wondrously at the beautiful, bloody masterpiece that was his dead lover before him, naked in all its stark, unearthly glory.

He flexed his fingers, and felt the hot scarlet mess trickle off his fingers, heard the silent, cackling drip of rain and blood and death and the sheer pounding of his own ripped, bleeding heart.

L's dead eyes stared up at him - wide, disappointed, knowing, betrayed, accepting, mocking, final-

Raito screamed.

Delicious Little Scandals [Fics, NC-17]

Several drabbles I wrote in honour of Raito's birthday. ;)

Author: kimiessu
Pairing: L/Raito or Raito/L (up to interpretation)
Rating: R to NC-17
Genre: PURE CRACK.
Warning: Hints of groping, and... well, a blowjob.

i. Denial - Not Just A River In Egypt

"L!" Raito gasped in shock, horrified (oh, well, he was trying to convince himself that he was horrified) and flushing profusely as L's left hand continued its journey south, whispering lightly over his heated skin.

"What," L murmured quietly, an innocent smile on his face, "is the matter?" A teasing touch, a silent brush of fingers against his groin, and Raito bit his lip in an attempt to stop himself from moaning out loud.

"My fa- my father is sitting behind us," Raito squeaked out the last three words as L groped, and he fought the inane urge to thrash around -like a cat in heat- in his chair, to throw his head back and let L just ravish him and -- ohwhatthefuckwashethinkingohGod --

L smirked.

ii. Strip Tease

L felt whatever little that remained of his self-worth and self-restraint dissolve into thin air as he felt his cock twitch infuriatingly in a wholly subconscious reaction to the smirking, half-naked Kira suspect (99.99%!) standing in front of him with half his shirt buttons... well, unbuttoned, and, damn, the detective cursed, how did Raito manage to look so good even with his abnormally perfect hair rendered unkempt (right-out-of-bed-style, the sly bastard; he knew L had a thing for him and his amazing hair), and--

No, L decided, strengthening his resolve. He insulted the yaoi pairing I shipped in that new anime that's airing on channel 4-- I'm not going to let him get away with sex that easily. No. Noo. N- Oh. Oh, yesss, Raito, come on, unfasten that- wait...

"Raito-kun, are you performing a strip tease?"

iii. Oh, To Put Talent To Good Use

"Ryuuzaki," Raito managed quietly, his voice strained.

The greatest detective in the world, L, looked up at Raito with all the wide-eyed innocence of one who wouldn't actually happen to be tonguing someone's cock under the table whilst said someone was sitting serenely at a table trying to drink a decent cup of coffee. L, however, was tonguing Raito's cock under the table at Raito's favourite cafe whilst the younger male was trying, and failing, to maintain a straight face and enjoy his coffee at the same time.

"Yes--" A lick along the side, a soft kiss at the head, and Raito shuddered. "--Raito-kun?" L inquired coyly.

"Matsuda's here," he hissed, a hint of desperation very much apparent in his voice, and he wondered why he was feeling so fucking amazing and why he didn't feel at all disappointed when L didn't stop doing what he was doing, oh, him and his talented mouth and words and brain and his hands and damn L had nice long fingers and a... oh. That was a very talented thumb he had there, Raito realised in a haze of lust, and then he stopped thinking.

iv. Of Strawberry Suits and Seduction

"On second thought, Raito-kun," L murmured deviously, "Maybe you should just continue wearing that suit--"

Raito blinked, and sputtered in disbelief. "L- you can't possibly--" His words were cut off abruptly, however, when a bony hand started trailing up his thighs lightly, upupupup and Raito felt like he was on fire and L had such long fingers and it was such an amazing sensation and then L groped, and--

Oh, Raito couldn't help but moan.

"Mmn. Oh, gods, L! L--" Raito winced inwardly; he knew he sounded desperate, but, fuck, L was good at this. And he'd just dragged the zipper of the suit located near Raito's hips up by a sinful few inches, just enough to, to enable L to snake his hand in and caress and grab and thumb Raito's cock thereby causing unexplainable and explosive sensations in Raito's brain and he couldn't think couldn't speak couldn't yell and he could only whimper, groan, let out a single strangled cry of need-

And then L planted his lips to Raito's slightly exposed neck and began to bite and bite and suckle and nibble, lightly, but it was painful, painful enough to bruise and mark and -the fuck!? - and mark Raito as his, his, L's but Raito didn't mind, not at all, and this was the first time a man was giving him a rough, brutal hickey and he liked it, liked it so much he could scream from the sheer pleasure of it all.

(My slight not-take on the brilliant Raito in a strawberry suit seducing L idea thought up by the amazing daya-chan and improvised on by the EXTREMELY AWESOME Jenna. Rawr.)

Death In Your Eyes [Fic, PG-13]

I couldn't sleep. Some Raito/L, of sorts. It's crappy 'cause I'm kinda stoned at the moment from college, but yeah.

Author: kimiessu
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Raito/L

Oh--

darkness, blood, lust, paradise, broken glass

-- they were all reflected in his eyes.

Raito's eyes.

Kira's eyes.

A sinful shade of molten chocolate, waxy golden hue ripping through the misplaced brown. Those charming little orange specks in those eyes often glittered ominously at his mentioning Kira, however offhandedly, in front of Raito at any given time.

L wondered whether the younger man knew how much he was really giving away, and smiled in spite of himself - Raito was a talented actor, but it was a pity that he didn't realise that L was actually capable of seeing through some of his more seemingly flawless scenes.

Ah, again - that dangerous glimmer in his eyes, that devil's shine. Raito was annoyed. Angry, hmm? Shouting - oh, his percentage of being Kira was so going up for this...

"Fuck you, Ryuuzaki!"

"57%, now-" L announced mockingly, and he was only slightly startled when a quick hand reached out to grab him before slamming him against the wall. L winced at the pain he felt in his left shoulder -

- and even as Raito attacked L's mouth in a brutal kiss, tasting of apples, danger and death - just like he expected Ki- him to taste like - L caught a glimpse of Kira in Raito's eyes, just as he knew he would.

Such beautiful eyes, though.

Would you make me yours, Yagami Raito?

Oh - he was moaning now, kissing him back; L couldn't get enough of him, he'd thought about this for months now, oh yes, he would never admit it but he did -

Won't let you break me, won't let you claim me.

A startlingly brilliant flash, again, as Raito's eyes snapped open.

L faltered, but only for a moment - it seemed that his heart, it'd missed a beat. He paused and felt a slight feeling of fear prickling through his subconscious as Raito loomed over him, looking almost predatory, a dark smirk upon his face.

But...

I won't lose.

At The End [Fic, R]

Author: kimiessu
Rating: R
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Raito/L

He crashed onto the hard tiles, his eyes widening in shock even as Raito caught him-

-a hand in his hair. He blinked. A lone cry, keening and soft, he pondered wryly, weakly, as Raito clutches his body in his arms. Tightly, not-lovingly, fake...? He didn't want it to be fake, no, not really, even though he knew Raito was the cause of this heart attack, the reason he could feel his heartbeat slowing, the life draining away from him, his dying, dying, dying - and he couldn't stop it. Powerless, L realised miserably - tears, he saw, were forming in Raito's eyes - the pretty golden-brown eyes that'd captivated many a female with their raw, shining brilliance. Raito...

This...

Dark pools of black, the only witnesses to the outrageous act before them, the spectators to that awfully unreal scene. Oh, it couldn't be true, he didn't want to die! Not yet, not yet -- justice had yet to be served, and oh, he'd be damned if he let Kira roam about this world gleefully with it being his playground, helpless, writhing under his touch. Not like this. He knew, knew it 'd been 99.99%, he knew, he knew and he believed, tried to believe - he'd been holding back, refusing to let the percentage of Raito being Kira rise to the finality that was 100% even as he blinked back furious tears at night while Raito was sleeping, clenching his teeth in frustration as he sent paperwork and data flying to the floor as the papers, oh, the treacherous papers, all pointed to Raito being Kira, Kira, Kira, Kira, Kira, Kira.

Yagami...

--the haunting clinking sound of the handcuffs echoing in the dark. He'd watch Raito every night, staying up after he was done with his research for the day. Raito, the lovely, corrupted angel with the beautiful face. How he'd been fascinated by the young boy, the genius with a flair for tennis and that irresisistible charm and that wonderful intellect. So different, so different. So like him, and yet not. He was challenging, intriguing, such a puzzle, and--

Yagami Raito!

--brutal, brutal kissing in the darkened hotel room, Raito's lips hot on his as he blinked tiredly into the blackness of the night. Hands fisting in each other's clothing, in the other's hair. Hands dancing over skin. Sharp, tantalising kisses on his neck--

You...

--as he fed savagely on Raito's throat, and ripped an angry moan out of him. L, thrown on the bed, roughly, as Raito crashed his mouth to his, tasting, sucking, kissing, devouring him alive, and he couldn't help but kiss back, savouring the taste of this wicked, dangerous being even as he knew that he was treading the very thin line between life and death, knew that he would inevitably pay the price for playing such a game, such a dangerous, dangerous game with a snake like Raito--

I was right

--climaxing with that final thrust, that tightened grip around his cock, that talented mouth on his neck, whispering, hissing, murmuring threats and curses and "I'm not Kira, not Kira notKiranotKiranotKira!" as a choked sob escaped Raito - L thought he should probably award the boy some fucking Oscar for his marvellous acting, but that was before he stopped shuddering and looked into Raito's bright, sad eyes, regretting the moment he did so because he knew...

He knew Raito was Kira, he knew it was probably a trap, but that didn't stop him from falling, falling, falling--

But, now... I

--and he'd clenched his fists around the sheets, opening his mouth to speak, wincing as the silence struck them heavily like a particularly blunt two-by-four, when Raito kissed him, tenderly, lovingly (almost, but this was Raito - was Raito capable of love?), painfully, as he ran his hands through L's hair and L could swear he felt his heart breaking--

What a mistake it was, falling.

L, struggled to say something, choked, even as he gripped Raito's shirt desperately, wildly - flailing, almost. Panic bubbled in his heart, he could almost taste blood in his mouth, he could, oh, he could taste fear, he could taste death-

At least, it was you

L had lost- is losing, he thought stubbornly, sourly, bitterly even as his vision began to dissolve into a blur of wild colours- the battle; he refused to admit it, even as he felt his last breath catching at the back of his throat - even as he clawed, for one last chance at life, to live, to live--

Only you, Raito - I wouldn't have wanted to die by anyone else's hands

He smiled crazily, miserably, and he was almost crying, as he clutched at Raito again, wheezing, his dry sobs hoarse, his heart breaking for real, now.

My beautiful, dark angel with the black wings and the gorgeous smile, how you enticed me. How you seduced me. You've succeeded. Oh, you bastard, you fallen angel - you've brought me down to Hell with you