DN -- Shades of White II: Justice
Title: Shades of White
Chapter: 2. Justice
Fandom: Death Note
Character: Near
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 201
Warnings: brief language
Summary: The mind is a sanctum; the heart is a wasteland -- Near, in six moments. Two: It's not really about justice anymore.
Author's Note: ilu, Near.
II - JUSTICE
It’s really not about justice anymore.
He tells them that it is, and that’s what he projects in his vast gray eyes as he gazes almost imploringly into their faces, because that’s what they need to hear. That’s what they need to believe in. Behind their badges and their certificates stands a woman wearing a blindfold, a scale in one hand, and they rely upon her. They need that.
Near considers idly that perhaps it isn’t properly L-ish to dismiss the moral grounds in favor of the more practical motivation, but it’s with an unpracticed detachment that he decides not to worry, because, at the steel and granite heart of things, it is about L.
It’s about L, and it’s about Kira, who killed him.
It’s about taking that fucker down and grinding his face into the cesspit-altar he’s built to his own ego.
It’s about revenge.
Near doesn’t care who he has to lie to, take advantage of, or outright sacrifice to get there. He’s going to win. And Kira is going to die.
The angel of death isn’t very pretty, so Near dresses her up, blindfolds her, and pushes a set of scales into her skeletal fingers.
Near enough.
[Chapter I: Not Yet] [Chapter III: Faces]
Chapter: 2. Justice
Fandom: Death Note
Character: Near
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 201
Warnings: brief language
Summary: The mind is a sanctum; the heart is a wasteland -- Near, in six moments. Two: It's not really about justice anymore.
Author's Note: ilu, Near.
II - JUSTICE
It’s really not about justice anymore.
He tells them that it is, and that’s what he projects in his vast gray eyes as he gazes almost imploringly into their faces, because that’s what they need to hear. That’s what they need to believe in. Behind their badges and their certificates stands a woman wearing a blindfold, a scale in one hand, and they rely upon her. They need that.
Near considers idly that perhaps it isn’t properly L-ish to dismiss the moral grounds in favor of the more practical motivation, but it’s with an unpracticed detachment that he decides not to worry, because, at the steel and granite heart of things, it is about L.
It’s about L, and it’s about Kira, who killed him.
It’s about taking that fucker down and grinding his face into the cesspit-altar he’s built to his own ego.
It’s about revenge.
Near doesn’t care who he has to lie to, take advantage of, or outright sacrifice to get there. He’s going to win. And Kira is going to die.
The angel of death isn’t very pretty, so Near dresses her up, blindfolds her, and pushes a set of scales into her skeletal fingers.
Near enough.
[Chapter I: Not Yet] [Chapter III: Faces]