Homecoming — Chapter 2: Chapter 2

For L, it had been the most challenging case of his career. For Sherlock, it had been his last case. After what seemed like an endlessly long day, it was finally time to go back home. Sherlock and Death Note crossover which takes place after The Abominable Bride and after the Higuchi Kira is apprehended in the anime universe. No pairings.

For the first time in his life, L was this afraid. Though he had been counting on this moment to finally bring the case to a close, he realized he had horribly underestimated the gravity of the situation. As he stared at Light's mask-like face, he felt completely at the younger boy's mercy. L's eyes were wide and his mouth was partially open, as he fell off his chair and crashed to the floor, acutely aware of the pain that shot up his shoulder on its impact with the hard ground. Having no idea how a heart attack felt like, he kept his expression as shocked as he possibly could, praying to a god he knew didn't exist and hoping all those videos of Kira's victims he had seen would be enough to go through the act convincingly enough for Light. "Ryuzaki!" yelled Light, rushing to his side and kneeling next to him. Light looked eerily sinister in the glaring red light, the glint in his eyes betraying his carefully guarded features. He really looked like Kira then, and if L had had any doubts about his identity, they were dispelled right there. And then Light's lips curved upwards into a smile. It was unnatural and ugly and it made L's skin crawl. Here it was, being recorded on camera. The confession would come any moment now, he knew. Light Yagami, the young boy who thought he had outsmarted the greatest detective in the world would never miss an opportunity to gloat. That was the thing about genius criminals, they loved to brag. "Where do we go from here, Ryuzaki?" muttered Light, shaking his head. L could only gape at him as he suddenly burst into laughter, not loud enough that the Task Force would hear him but loud enough that it rang through L's ears. "From ashes to ashes, from dust to dust. Sigh, what a mundane death for a person as extraordinary as you. I admit, besting you took up almost all of my time, but it was completely worth it, if only for this moment. I win, L. I win. I want you to die with the knowledge that you lost to me, the God of the New World!" He laughed manically again. "It is a pity you have to die, Ryuzaki, but you left me with no choice. I had begun to enjoy our little games towards the end. The handcuffs were a nice touch. Too bad, it was all for naught. You should know how easy it is to manipulate someone when they're madly in love, be it Misa or her meddlesome shinigami. I have to admit, even I am a little surprised at how well this worked out. The only opponent to a Golden New World, dead and gone!" At that moment, the footsteps of the Task Force thundered across the corridor and Light's mask was up again in a jiffy. "Ryuzaki!" Light yelled, grabbing L's shoulders as Aizawa and Mogi came thundering into the room followed by Matsuda and Chief Yagami. "He, he just collapsed!" "Oh my God, not Ryuzaki too!" Chief Yagami looked at his phone, "The ambulance has arrived downstairs, take him to the hospital!" the Chief shouted and L felt himself being lifted by Aizawa and carried into an ambulance. Once inside, he let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. Watari put an arm around his shoulders and nodded grimly as the ambulance drove off. "It's over." xxxxxxxxx Hours later, L watched as the Task Force watched the clip with Light's confession over and over again. It was irresolute proof of his guilt and left no room for doubt. Matsuda was trembling. The chief's mouth was set in a line. Mogi looked resigned. Aizawa lingered in a corner, with his head bowed, all of them called at L's secondary place of retreat. "Light is Kira, after all. You were right" said the Chief finally, his voice cracking slightly, looking at L, who chose to stay silent. "Yes he is" said Matsuda faintly, more to himself than anyone else. "What are we supposed to do now?' asked Mogi. "Whatever you see fit" said Watari, finally breaking his silence. Everyone looked startled at this. "I'm sorry? Whatever we see fit?" asked the Chief, his dismay not quite concealing the hopeful tinge in his voice. "Yes. Our job was to catch Kira and provide proof of his guilt. We have done what was asked of us. What happens next to Light-kun is not our concern. We play neither the role of judge nor jury. Officially the Task Force does not exist. If you do make the details of this case public, you will be forced to answer to Kira's numerous followers. If not, people will continue to believe in their false God, hopefully keeping the crime rates to a minimum" said Watari. "I am sure you will take an appropriate decision, Chief Yagami. However, I must insist that the notebook be destroyed after Light-kun renounces its ownership. Also, Amane-san has been of invaluable help in getting the shinigami over to our side. She might be guilty of being the second Kira but a full pardon for her is essential or the shinigami won't hesitate to dispose of us. She has renounced her Death Note and it has been destroyed. She has no memories of the whole ordeal and is still completely devoted to Light-kun. Regarding Light-kun, what happens next is completely your decision. His notebook is already with us, to be destroyed soon. Misa-san has confessed that he has a piece of paper from the note hidden in his watch, which will need to be destroyed as well" "You may decide to sentence him to a lifetime in prison, or to pardon him completely. After all, he is an intelligent young man and a bright future awaits him. However, I would strongly recommend that you keep the truth about my death from him. I have no wish to endanger my life any further." "Watari and I will be flying back to London tomorrow. Should you ever need to contact me again, you may. Till then, allow me to take your leave. It has been a pleasure working with you, gentlemen" said L, finally getting up and leaving behind four astounded policemen. xxxxxx 12 hours later, a chartered plane landed at Heathrow airport and a tousled haired young man emerged, no longer hunching but standing tall, dressed in a blue jumper, dark jeans and a leather jacket, in contrast to the thin white t-shirts and baggy jeans he had worn for almost six months. Behind him, an elderly man placed a hand on the young man's shoulder. He had left behind the pinstriped suit and the horn-rimmed glasses and wore a maroon bowtie and warm brown cardigan, making him look like a benevolent grandfather rather than the caretaker of the world's most famous detective. The young man smiled widely in what seemed like months, the cold English air playing through his unruly hair, carrying away all the worries of the past few months. The only sound in the entire hangar was the clicking noise his pen made as he fiddled with it, opening and closing its cap, excited to meet his family after such a long time. "It's been a long time, Father" "Welcome back, Son" Lawliet grinned.

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