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.