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Between the idea and the reality by feast (R)
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: Light/Misa, Light/Takada, implied L/Light
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
feast
Author Website: Unknown
Why this must be read: This fic is set post series and it is an excellent look at the destruction he left in his wake. The people who cared about him, in whatever ways, have to pick up the pieces.
Only, how do you pick up the pieces after you loved Kira?
Told in second person (don’t run away!), this nameless speaker brutally details life after Light… life after Kira.
Author's Summary: Everyone and the end.
What they say about how death makes celebrities out of everyone, well, it's true.
The day they announce your death on the news, the broadcast heard around the world, the day they say you were the man behind the "Kira prisoner murders", well, that's the day the first official service of the Church of Kira is held, in the empty lot behind the warehouse where you died. Your vomit and blood are still there, dried on the floor, like you were some kind of road kill animal, torn open with your quivering glistening guts exposed and cooking on the hot asphalt. The plastic little news anchors, they don't say anything about how humiliated you were the day you died, how you couldn't think, how you screamed for your Misa, how Mikami, the one who turned out to be your Judas (always said you couldn't trust a lawyer), failed you. They don't talk about it. They just say you're dead. And it's better that way. You, yeah, you always liked that, not telling the whole truth.
Religions, they only start because someone had to die.
Between the idea and the reality
Pairing: Light/Misa, Light/Takada, implied L/Light
Author on LJ:
feastAuthor Website: Unknown
Why this must be read: This fic is set post series and it is an excellent look at the destruction he left in his wake. The people who cared about him, in whatever ways, have to pick up the pieces.
Only, how do you pick up the pieces after you loved Kira?
Told in second person (don’t run away!), this nameless speaker brutally details life after Light… life after Kira.
Author's Summary: Everyone and the end.
What they say about how death makes celebrities out of everyone, well, it's true.
The day they announce your death on the news, the broadcast heard around the world, the day they say you were the man behind the "Kira prisoner murders", well, that's the day the first official service of the Church of Kira is held, in the empty lot behind the warehouse where you died. Your vomit and blood are still there, dried on the floor, like you were some kind of road kill animal, torn open with your quivering glistening guts exposed and cooking on the hot asphalt. The plastic little news anchors, they don't say anything about how humiliated you were the day you died, how you couldn't think, how you screamed for your Misa, how Mikami, the one who turned out to be your Judas (always said you couldn't trust a lawyer), failed you. They don't talk about it. They just say you're dead. And it's better that way. You, yeah, you always liked that, not telling the whole truth.
Religions, they only start because someone had to die.
Between the idea and the reality