Alphabet Meme - M - Death Note - L & B
Title: Murder
Rating: PG
Warnings: ~*~MURDERS~*~
Words: 392
Series: Death Note
Pairings/Characters: L & B (sort of)
They had more in common than L would openly admit. A glance through the Los Angeles BB Case files had him biting his inner cheek as the memories flitted into his mind, one disgusting second-hand experience after the other. He, of course, had never met the second child of Wammy's House, but the things he'd heard constructed a clear enough picture of the killer in question. Striving for something more than what he'd been surrounded by, using his intellect to its optimum potential, taking all the risks necessary to achieve a goal...it was all familiar.
L put the papers back into the manila folder neatly, one sheet at a time. While the Kira case often occupied his mind, the re-introduction of Naomi Misora into his life brought the case back into imminent distraction. It had been solved, the murderer brought to justice, and peace of mind handed to the victims' families. A success. It shouldn't have haunted him as much as it did.
Beyond Birthday used murder to slip closer towards his objective; L would sacrifice others' lives to do the same. Nothing would stand in his way when it came to solving a case, be it a petty case of morality or an exemplary college student. B--no, BB, had the same attitude. Means justifying the end, it was a language they both spoke, a culture they devoured in their wake.
For once, L had managed to become disgusted with himself. Light often badgered him on his methods and general all-or-nothing suggestions, but he didn't take the remarks seriously. It was only when he was left to his own self-evaluating that he found the darkest parts of his personality, those that sent him barreling into the mind of the man he'd searched for around the world until he was forced to scrape up the mess in Los Angeles. Brutality had been more evident in BB's case, having been a physical reminder of madness, but was present in the subtle tactics L employed.
As L placed the folder back where it belonged, he came to the same conclusion he always did. Murder was used with criminal intent; sacrifice was a way to bring about justice. The difference existed, and L could never be persuaded otherwise. He was the detective, he was justice; BB was the criminal, the murderer.
He was victorious. BB had lost.
Rating: PG
Warnings: ~*~MURDERS~*~
Words: 392
Series: Death Note
Pairings/Characters: L & B (sort of)
They had more in common than L would openly admit. A glance through the Los Angeles BB Case files had him biting his inner cheek as the memories flitted into his mind, one disgusting second-hand experience after the other. He, of course, had never met the second child of Wammy's House, but the things he'd heard constructed a clear enough picture of the killer in question. Striving for something more than what he'd been surrounded by, using his intellect to its optimum potential, taking all the risks necessary to achieve a goal...it was all familiar.
L put the papers back into the manila folder neatly, one sheet at a time. While the Kira case often occupied his mind, the re-introduction of Naomi Misora into his life brought the case back into imminent distraction. It had been solved, the murderer brought to justice, and peace of mind handed to the victims' families. A success. It shouldn't have haunted him as much as it did.
Beyond Birthday used murder to slip closer towards his objective; L would sacrifice others' lives to do the same. Nothing would stand in his way when it came to solving a case, be it a petty case of morality or an exemplary college student. B--no, BB, had the same attitude. Means justifying the end, it was a language they both spoke, a culture they devoured in their wake.
For once, L had managed to become disgusted with himself. Light often badgered him on his methods and general all-or-nothing suggestions, but he didn't take the remarks seriously. It was only when he was left to his own self-evaluating that he found the darkest parts of his personality, those that sent him barreling into the mind of the man he'd searched for around the world until he was forced to scrape up the mess in Los Angeles. Brutality had been more evident in BB's case, having been a physical reminder of madness, but was present in the subtle tactics L employed.
As L placed the folder back where it belonged, he came to the same conclusion he always did. Murder was used with criminal intent; sacrifice was a way to bring about justice. The difference existed, and L could never be persuaded otherwise. He was the detective, he was justice; BB was the criminal, the murderer.
He was victorious. BB had lost.