Light walked down the long hall, plotting Ryuzaki's death. Driven mad by the sense that he doesn't know Ryuzaki's name. Such a friend Light is... It is quite a shame... The thought of Ryuzaki leaving the Earth gave Light an evil smirk and a sense of overwhelming happiness.
Light's attention was averted to the locked door to his right. The voice was easily recognizable. He hated the alluring voice of the detective behind the thin metal of the door.
The voice, that of spiders silk, dark, yet delicate and sweet. The mind of an Owl, the heart of a Lovebird, the looks of a Raven, and the voice of a Nightingale.
Singing the song of a depression, a sorrow, a bad time. Light could hear the tears falling down his face in his voice.
Sunday is gloomy
Light looked through the cracks of the door.
My hours are slumberless
The poorly postured man, clutching a grey jacket to his chest.
Dearest the shadows I live with numberless
Ryuzaki leaned back into a corner looking up at the ceiling, tears welling within his tired grey eyes.
Little White flowers will never awaken you
He buried his face in the jacket.
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of ever returning you
He put his hands over his eyes, his sweet eyes only a cold blooded murderer would hate. Light was rather surprised by his talent, yet that didn't change anything. He still wanted to kill Ryuzaki.
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you
Ryuzaki dragged his fingertips down his soft face in an angsty manner.
Gloomy Sunday
He bit his sweet lips. The same lips that taunted Light in the beginning. His voice gave a slight shaky
With shadows I spend it all
He swallowed back the tears and smiled softly.
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Light could hear the heart ache. 'He must've loved her very much.' He thought, 'I couldn't imagine the pain he went through.' His thought was anything but sympathetic. It was more of a mockery of the poor man's pain.
Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad
I know let them not weep
Let them know I'm glad to go
Light smirked to himself, holding back his laughter. 'If this is true, then it'll be much easier to take him out.'
Death is no dream for in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul I''ll be blessing you.
How could Light not feel anything? The beautiful song of the sweet nightingale did not move him.
Gloomy Sunday
The sweet voice of the angelic man emanated from the well structured vocal chords. How could someone not swoon to the melody?
Dreaming I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart, Dear
He pulled out the small box in his pocket he longingly looked at it thumbing the velvety texture of the dark blue box.
Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you
How much I've wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
Ryuzaki stood up putting the box back in his pocket. He began speaking.
"We were supposed to grow old together, you weren't supposed to go just yet. Now I'm alone like I was before."
He walked over to the bed and stared at it.
"Women like you were rare well never present at all, an attractive woman who was interested in my work and me."
"I wouldn't mind if Kira killed me, if I could see you again."
Light grinned.
'"Wouldn't mind it" huh?' Light thought as he thought if a plan. A horribly evil plan.
'You'll see your sweetheart again, very soon, L.'
Haha I had inspiration for this from a Hungarian song (Gloomy Sunday) call me old fashioned, but I do love this, especially the Billie Holiday version of it. You might know it as the Hungarian suicide song, but it truly is a beautiful song so yeah (Light is such an arse..:\)
The Billie Holiday version
https://youtu.be/KUCyjDOlnPU
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Sunday Is Gloomy
Short StoryLight Yagami was casually walking past Ryuzaki's quarters and heard something. Something that made him smile devilishly.
