“I’ve told you, I am not Kira!” Light swallows the compulsion to smash L’s face hard against the keyboard until he listens. He is supposedly intelligent, and a quick learner, too. Light should not have to hit L too many times before he gets it.

"Get well soon" gift \ In a darker sense Written for #badthingshappenbingo

"How many times do I have to tell you? You already know that I am innocent. Why are you even keeping me here?” He’s probably screeching like a wild animal, but Light can’t help himself. He’s been locked here forever, and they’ve been arguing on this for six straight days. He’s going insane at this rate. And L still refuses to listen to him.

There was no point in Light being here when they both knew that Light is not Kira, while Kira roams free and continues to kill innocent civilians with heart attacks. If Light was Kira, L would confine him so that he cannot communicate with the outside world. He wouldn’t put it beyond L to blind Light to ensure he cannot see any new faces, because the Death Note needs both a face and a name, or sever the tendons of his lower arm to keep him from writing in the Death Note. Likely both, just to be safe.

“Light-kun,” L finally speaks, he’s finished stirring the disgusting coffee that’s more of a sugar sludge. “You might not believe me when I tell you this -” he starts. “But Light-kun is indeed Kira. Which is why you are locked up in here with my surveillance at all times.” L drinks from the teacup, swallows down the liquid. “Actually, if Light-kun knew how lucky he is, he’d thank me for the mercy I’ve granted him by allowing him to continue his life in leisure like this, limited only by these handcuf-”

His knuckle strikes L’s temple before he completes the sentence. The detective gets knocked out of the chair, but he recovers quickly with an upward kick aimed at Light’s chin. Light is lucky he does not bite his tongue, but his teeth clatter together at the impact, and it hurts, and so in vengeance he aims a punch at L’s eyes, staring at him with an equal amount of hatred as he feels towards L in the moment.

How dare he announce that he should thank L? That bastard. Of course, he has no conscience to apologize for confining Light, breaking every national and international law, keeping an adult man cuffed, locked up, imprisoned. And the detective, too stubborn and childish, would never admit he was wrong about Light being Kira. So he’d rather call this situation a privilege to Light. Twisting the truths.

That damn dishonest, immoral liar.

Here Light was, putting up with his behaviour that would have made anyone run away. And the only reason Light didn’t run was because he could not with this 10-meter-long chain consisting of 483 loops connecting them. Instead of leaving, Light is trapped, forced to be driven mad.

He doesn’t stop after he sees L bleeding from his mouth, probably from his teeth, after Light gave him a hard punch against his lower jaw. He is exhilarated by the way L winces, the blood dripping down his chin.

And Light feels a thrill at the sight, at winning, that he does not notice before too late the kick aimed at his head. He falls sideways, his head knocking against the floor as he is knocked out.

The room is dark when he wakes up, and he finds himself in bed. There is a rustle from the chain. L is in the armchair nearby, sitting in his strange posture. He is staring at Light. Light knows, even through the darkness. “Light-kun -”

“I’m going to sleep,” Light turns his back to L and resolves that he’ll ignore the detective. L does not deserve to apologize, Light will not forgive him. The detective can do whatever he wants. If he wants to sit there in the dark and stare at Light, that’s fine by him.

The next days are difficult, because while he knocked loose a tooth or two in L’s mouth, L managed to give him a concussion. And Light had a concussion when he was four, when a boy collided his elbow against his head. His parents had taken him to the emergency room, where they took a scan of his head and concluded he was fine, but might experience fatigue and feel a bit unwell the next couple of days. He didn’t remember having a splitting headache, especially when there were bright lights, and nausea whenever he moved his head too quick. The first day, Light was bedridden, vomiting three times in the morning, then again in the afternoon when he moved too quickly from the bed. He could also not remember a constant, distant chiming in his ears. These restrictions were annoying, and did not help with his feelings towards L. Whenever he saw L now, he either wanted to knock him dead or hoped the detective would choke himself to death on his coffee. More often than not, Light quenched his fury by pretending air occupied the space L was taking. Even worse than the physical consequences of the damage to his head was his muddled mind. When he thinks too much, his mind jumbles up, rendering him incapable of working. And he was in great need of effective work, to find solid proof to throw in L’s face —

The fact that Light Yagami is not Kira.

On the third day his head was getting better, he’d woken up without a headache, and he could enjoy the sunlight behind the blinds. The fog is still clouding his mind. He still refuses to acknowledge L’s existence. However, there is a subtle change, and Light notices. He can feel L’s eyes on him, constantly. When Light get’s up from his PC to eat, L remains seated, staring at Light with dark eyes that betray nothing of what L is thinking. That night, Light finally speaks, when he wakes and sees that L is again squatted in the seat gawking at him like an owl in the dark. “It’s against both the Japanese laws and the International human rights to confine an animal, let alone a human being, you know,” he starts, but L says nothing.

The next day Light wakes up in a white room with no furniture spare an empty bed. Strangely enough, he is no longer handcuffed. His right wrist, because L was ambidextrous and could be shackled on either side but still chose Light’s dominant hand to annoy him, was pale and had a slight imprint from the prolonged time being cuffed by cold metal. It looked naked.

Light is immensely confused, perhaps this is a one of L’s cruel jokes, or one of his tests, to force Light into admitting something he is not. He looks around and notices a small card on the floor beside the bed and picks it up. The card has flowers on the front, it says “Get well soon!” with swirly engraved letters. He opens the card. Something falls out. Light bows down to pick up the small piece of paper—

And he screams.

-- @badthingshappenbingo

A/N: This post might be edited after you read this, and the fic might get posted on ao3 at some point. Basically canon-divergence AU in which L wins, confines Light within the headquarters, and makes sure he loses his memories by not touching the note for 490 days. So in a twisted way L denies Light his identity as Kira, and Light, of course, does not know and thinks himself innocent.

Every 490 days, that is one year, four months and 3 days, Light Yagami loses his ownership of the Death Note, along with his memories, unless L decides that he gets to keep them and touches him with a piece of paper from the notebook.

And Light hates it.

Because after 490 days he will forget that he wrote the names of criminals and became Kira, and he'll also forget that L found the small piecee of paper inside his watch and Light Yagami is therefore sentenced to life in prison. Only he's still in the tower the task force stayed in, but it's rebuilt and Light can never get out or contact the outside world again. But he will always forget after 490 days, and think he is innocent, and try to prove so.

The first time it happened, L let Light believe that he is not Kira for a little over a week, 8 days, and when L finally grants Light a piece of paper instead of his release from confinement, his previous memories flood into his brain until all he does is scream in rage because L was making fun of him for making Light walk around thinking that he is not Kira.

Light Yagami goes completely rabid. He is a mad dog, barking loudly at the guards, his spit flying in everywhere, his eyes red with pure uncontained rage.

In his confinement, with his hands bound to his side, his ears plugged, his eyes covered, completely cut off from stimuli, he goes into delirium. He roars at the staff and claws and bites when they remove the straps that bind his arms. He yells at the camera. He thinks L is a mind-controlling being from somewhere outside of earth, steering people around Light like puppets to intentionally make Light confused and lose grip of reality. So that L can accuse Light of being mad. And lock him up.

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Light struggles multifold as he sees the needle. No. They are trying to embed the drug into him, the virus that is controlling him. He'll turn into mindless puppets like the rest. He can't let that happen.

With the swing of his left arm and a punch he manages to knock over one person, the tall one, who clutches his stomach in pain while Light makes a leap towards the open door. Someone grabs on to his shoulder, he spins around, kicks the person, but before he is able to get himself lose from the grip another guard is throwing himself onto Light. He barely manages to steer himself away from being tackled to the ground, but the large man knocks his right side and he almost loses his balance.

There is a straight line towards the exit and no one in the way.

Light makes a run for it.

And he feels a sting in his neck and panics, stubbles and falls onto the floor, feeling hands holding him down as he struggles to get up, and he knows they've injected the damn thing into him.

NO, NO, NO.

Not like this.

He can't be infected - he has to-

abruptly his thoughts stop and he falls unconscious.

Bright sun, radiant warmth

22.04.24 TW: This fic does not radiate any ounce of warmth. Imprisonment, suicide (mention, not heavy focus).

When/Before Light was imprisoned he raged like a wild beast, made one last desperate attempt to turn the situation around when he screamed at Matsuda - that idiot, who  always was so easy to push around, who never counted when it mattered - and then all his cards were revealed and he'd lost. He couldn't contend the all-consuming rage, he wanted to kill them all, he will write their names in the Death Note, let them die in gruesome ways, make them hurt as they watch everyone around them die. They will regret. How dare they stand against God.

When Light was thrown into the prison cell, he did not think L would let him live as a humiliation instead of having him executed. And when L came in his cell to declare that he was not to leave this place, ever again, never to see sunshine, never to talk with another human besides L, completely cut off from the outside world - the total naked truth and an absolute break of human right - he went berserk and clawed at L's neck, wanted to squeeze the life out of the damn detective, but he was soon shocked by the damn collar around his neck (which was with no doubt a humorless joke L had played on him, because there were countless other methods to prevent him from attacking L) until he heaved after breath and then, passed out. Later, when he woke in the darkness (because the room is following a daylight-nightlight system of it's own and Light has counted and knows that the intervalls are irregular, probably just to confuse him - likely to make him lose track of time and most definitely L's idea), he couldn't hide his smile under the covers. As long as he was alive, he'd find a way out. And he would put L's name in the Death Note. L didn't know, but Light was not death and he'd already won.

When Light was

When Light looses his memories every 120 days he would forget why he is imprisoned and try to reason with L that he is innocent,  until L touches him with a piece of paper and the memories come crashing down to him (this happens like an endless cycle of curse) along with all his rage and he'd yells and throw a tantrum, throw chairs and forks and books at L until all these items are either confined or fastened to the floor.

L let Light keep the handcuffs on, maybe as a joke, for the times he'd lost his memories and they were chained together. The handcuffs were on until one episode when Light was able to twist the chain around L's neck and suffocate him, but he was not quick enough, because soon he was tased and fell to the floor convulsing until he lost conscious. When he woke up the handcuffs were removed, along with all materials that could pose a threat - all replaced by plastic. The next time L visited Kight deducts/knows/must be long after, because there was no mark around his neck.

When Light turned thirty L brought a cake, and Light was confused until he understood - and he became mad with rage and threw the cake at L along with the pretty white and pink ribboned box and the cutlery (all non-breakable, non-danger, damage-proof). Some bounced off the soft walls as L dodged. After L left, Light sunk to the ground for the first time since his imprisonment and sat with his head between his knees. He'd forgotten his birthday. He'd spent over a decade in this hell. Just like L wanted, Light is completely cut off from the outside world - confined in an eternal, timeless box.

When Light had not received a visit from L for an unusually long time (he'd long since stopped counting the time, and thus had no way to estimate for how long until he noticed and by then he'd already not counted for god knows how long), he thought for the first time that he might die here. Maybe they'd forget to feed him, and he will starve to death. He didn't trust L, this could be the detective's scheme to throw him off, he wouldn't trust L to be better than using such underhanded strategies. Then time stretched on a little longer, and when he finally was certain that he was abandoned, forgotten for good, and probably the world also has forgotten Kira, he thought - L - that bastard - came back. And offered no explanation. Not that he ever did, but although Light could not quantify the time, he knew that L had left him alone for way longer than usual and he stared holes into the detective waiting for some sort of information that he knew L would not give him. He couldn't stop himself from despising the detective nonetheless.

Light saw L's true name before he saw sunlight. Because when L asked him what he wished for his birthday (and that bastard, damn him, did not specify /which/ birthday) - and Light did not know if he was turning forty or fifty anymore, only that he'd spent more time confined within the white walls than in the outside world, he asked for L's name. And L, of course,  denied. Light asked again next time. And the time after that. And then again. And L did not ask Light every year, this Light knew, because L had only told Light that it was his birthday a handful of times, and Light knew that he'd been trapped between these four white walls for way longer. Light noticed one day that some hair strands on his pillow were white, and it took him a moment to realize that some of his hair had turned white from age. He should be terrified. He was only a little surprised. The next time Light asked, he received what he wanted. L came prepared. He gave Light the note in the most cowardly way - timed the day he gave Light the note with the day Light would have none of his previous memories which he'd scheduled on his birthday (assuming that L did not lie about that it was indeed Light's birthday, and not another date). A mocking joke on the expense of Light, because L's name was scrawled across a piece of lined paper that was roughly ripped out of a notebook, as Light would have done if he'd won. When his memories returned, he swore at L and when L went away, Light, althought it had been long since he'd possessed/maneuvered such violence, tossed his head against the cushioned table until he fainted from concussion while swearing at L Lawliet.

When L announced that this was his last time seeing Light, that his predecessors would take over, and that Light-kun's fate would be transferred into their hands, L asked Light if Light-kun had one last wish. Light did not think that L had an ounce of conscience, but seems like he judged L wrongly./L Lawliet, L the detective, as Light knew, had no conscience. Maybe Light judged him wrong. Light wanted three days to think about it. L did not tell Light if he approved when he vanished. But soon L returned, and Light assumed that three days had passed. He was probably eighty-something now. There is no mirror, but Light can see his own hands - they were wrinkled and had multiple dark spots. He'd spent most of his life living// the white room with artificial lights wtc.etc. was his life//imprisoned in the artificial (white room with artificial lights and damage-proof furniture and only the bare necessities and never any objects that were not adhered to either of the walls or the floor) room after the mistake he made when he was seventeen - the day/when he was seventeen and picked up the Death Note (and wrote the first name - ....  ,his still excellent memory recalls,- in the notebook. And maybe, just then when the end was near and L was clearly retiring from his duties to guard Kira - the world-... terrorist- he regretted his choice a little. "I want to see the sun again." "Impossible." L did not even consider the option. Light regrets his father, his mother, Sayu, but right now he does not want to regret dying without seeing the sun again. "Then," he pauses. Swallows. "I want a note. I want to be released." L looks at him. In his eyes - an expectation as if he knew Light might say those words and a bit of disappointment that Light had given in. He stared for a while longer, Light did not know what he looked for or what he saw. (L, who had been among the crowd for the last fifty years, helped raise the orphanage, created new orphanages to help unfortunate children, who'd lost both Watsri and ..., who'd become a Watari-like figure to the kids. And Light, who'd spent the fifty years of his life holed up in a confinement with only blank walls and L who occassionally visited him, completely derived of contact besides his outbursts and silent conversations with L, his foreign unused voice and a strange alien silence that accompanies him.) L does not nod. But some time after the last visit, Light finds a piece of paper tucked between his bed and the wall. He bites his finger, and with a small drop of blood, starts writing.

He is rolled out of prison on an emergency carriage.

He sees the radiant sun, he feels the warmth.

AN// Light does not try to kill himself during the long imprisonment because I like to depict him as a strong character. As in the series, he is portrayed to escalate the situation of him killing one person by believing that he is God and justice. I want to believe that he is "above killing himself" in a way, resisting the thought even through years of confinement which by no doubt grates down on his mind (he was a bright 17-year old, but 60+ years trapped in one room and no social contact besides occasionally visits from L makes him a strange 80+ year old with alien behaviour and his previous social graces are pretty much gone. His  smoothness from 17-year old Light which never get a chance to progress are very silly in the eyes of 80+ year old L, who has grown and developed through contact with society into a more mature figure who's dealt with loss of loved ones and grief and stepping into a Watari-like role and guiding his predecessors, and watching the problem-kids grow up and turn into adults themselves). Which is why L is a little bit disappointed when he hears Light's last request (to be released - leave the prison - which they both know is impossible - aka. he asks L to let him die) and "wins" in the end. Also, Light is surprised that L grants him the favour because in his mind L is the detective who won against him when he was seventeen, and since L's visits are sparse, and Light is in a way trapped in his own mind replaying his memories in his endless confinement, he is too absorbed to notice that L has gradually evolved in a humane way with time.

Rage

Memory lost

(Day night system)

Hand cuffs

BDay 30yo

L's name

White hairs

Last request

Solitary confinement. No sounds, no space, only darkness. He is tied in a straightjacket with his arms to his sides. His ears are plugged and he hears nothing. His eyes are covered.

"Good day, Light-kun," the noise startles Light as the covers are removed from his ears. He thought that maybe L would remove the rest, but he doesn't. Makes Light suffer in his deprivation of movement, sense, and sight. If this continues, he might just go mad.

Just like L intends him to.

He pulls himself together just at the thought. He hasn't lost yet, if he manages to pretend for long enough to fool L into thinking he can gain a little more freedom, he can -

L does not visit until three months later. During this time, Light has read all the books in the room, he has paced around enough to know that the cell from wall to wall is 68 steps when he walks with his foot one in front of the other, and should therefore be approximately 18 meters. The ceiling to floor windows out to the adjacent visitroom is of special glass, something Light has not encountered before, because not only does it absorb all the things Light has thrown at it without a single scratch, it is also completely smooth (so that nothing attaches to it), transparent (even when Light touches the surface with his fingers there are no fingermarks), non-reflective and somehow lets sound pass through the material.

To think L had especially picked this, Light did not know if he should be furious that L with this took away his privacy so balantly on display, even though Light knew he was monitored at all times and the room was fully bugged, but the balant display that reminded him that all he did could be not only seen, but also heard... He was mad at L for such a display of power, like he has the right to watch Light at all times because he was a criminal.

When L enters the room, Light tries to continue reading the book he is re-reading the book for the third time, without appearing too eager for some sort of contact with a living being. L perhaps saw right through it.

"If Light-kun is busy, I can visit some other time," L says, and Light immediately closes the book with a loud bam. He looks up at L, who is on the other side of the crystal-clear and sound-not-proof glass. "Hello L," he greets, and it shocks him that his voice is raspy from disuse.

He'd almost forgotten that he'd been locked up for three months without talking to a damn soul.

If this continued he would go mad...

He needed to get out of here somehow.

L sits down on the floor in his strange frog-like posture. Light walks over to his bed, puts the book down neatly on top of the pile. The pile is in alphabetical order, but he can sort the book after L has gone.

a blog for unfinished fanfic WIPs and scraps. lot's of TRIGGER WARNINGS, not all are marked, dead doves, eat at your own will, proceed at your own risk. YOU ARE WARNED.

#badthingshappenbingo fanfic writing for Death Note

WIPs that live rentless in my head [april 24] :

L proves that Light is Kira and consequently Light is confined/imprisoned/locked up; despair, angst, some softer moments, disappointment, lots of rage. ( #id.rottingmind )

The Baskerville family being vampires, Jack being taken in as their blood supply. ( id.littlepieceofheaven )

Sun Xiang crying in the bathroom after losing the qualification match. Ye Xiu finds him and instead of consoling him rubs salt in his wounds.

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