Wishes
"What are you?"
A smooth whisper in his ear. "I'm what you wished for."
Choked gasps, rustling sheets. "No - we shouldn't -"
"You want to." Unnatural certainty.
A firmer voice. "We shouldn't."
A hint of impatience. "That's why you want to."
Sighing. Silence.
Movement.
Stifled moans.
A gentle murmur. "Would you like me to kill you now?"
A cry of release.
Panting.
"You should never have been made."
A shrug. "That's what happens when people override the safeties. We aren't supposed to be programmed until the Wisher is proven to be psychologically sound." Skin brushing skin. "As opposed to suicidal."
Defensive. "Clearly I'm not, or you would have killed me by now."
Bored. "I won't kill you until you want me to. You know that. You will want me to. I know that."
"...Will you miss me?"
"I'll be destroyed."
Impatient, "Obviously. Homicidal Wishes cannot be allowed."
"Murder-suicide pact. With a participant of one."
"Are you angry not to be considered a person?"
A snort. "Of course I am; that's part of what you want from me. You wanted a person whose mind equals yours, with all the social graces you lack." Softer. "You wanted a worthy opponent to destroy you."
"Do you want to?"
Distant. "It doesn't matter. I was created to fill all your wishes. I cannot act against my purpose."
"...What if my wishes changed?"
"They haven't."
"But if they did -"
Angry. "Then I'd break. I know your wishes. If I'm wrong, then the basis of my existence is destroyed."
Silence.
"It's time for you to leave."
A door opens.
"I will see you again soon, Light-kun."
A door closes.
Softly, "You don't want me to be wrong. You had me created to be your executioner." Pained. "It doesn't matter if I don't want to be."
*
Horror. "What - what have you done?"
"What I'm made for."
Struggling. Bones snapping.
Thud of knife in meat.
Gargling breathing.
Dismissive, "That's one of the loose ends tidied up."
"Wait..." Gargling. "He didn't... wish for... this."
"Yes he did, Watari-san. I am his Wish, remember?"
"No..." Desperate, "No, that's not- he wished - for a-an equal, a friend..."
"An opponent who could destroy him."
"No!" Coughing. "Having someone - on his level, it fixed the - suicidal -"
Sigh. "Only temporarily." Sneer. "This is why people shouldn't avoid the psychological profiling to see if their Wishes are healthy enough to be granted. But of course you knew better than them. If someone got hold of L's profile, who knows what they might use it for?" Hard laugh. "They might even kill him."
Footsteps away from the coughing. A dead weight being moved.
A kiss.
More footsteps.
"You needn't worry about his legacy. I'll keep going."
Gurgling, "Your... Wisher... is... dead..."
Tired. "It's not as if he wanted anyone to know he was suicidal. I'll play human."
Bitter. "That was his Wish."
*
"Mello. ...Matt."
"Hey."
"Why the fuck are you here?"
"Eloquent as ever, Mello." Shuffling. "We need to have the body cremated."
"What, so the nutcases can't steal it for holy relics or whatever?"
"Not precisely."
Metal catching on metal.
"What the - holyfuckingshit, are you fucking with me?! Psycho prettyboy here was a Wish?"
"Well, yeah." Shrug.
"'Yeah'?" Angry. "You knew about this?"
Impatient, "Of course he did. We can always recognise each other."
"...'We'? I mean, Matt, yeah, but you..."
"I have multiple Wishers. My primary is Roger, but given the circumstances it was felt that a pool of Wishers would be the - most sustainable arrangement."
"Wishers? You're a... fucking Roger, no wonder you always scored higher than me in the tests -"
"I am meant to be an unreachable ideal."
Snort. "You couldn't even match up to L." Pause. Suspicious, "He wasn't -"
"L was human." Sigh. "That was the problem."
"What, because it meant that psycho-Wish could kill him? Who even Wished Psycho-Pretty into existence? We'd better hunt them down, make sure there aren't gonna be any new ones sent after you -"
Reassuringly, "Not a problem, Mels."
"Why, you know who it was?"
"We know who Light's Wisher was." A beat. "L Lawliet."
Silence.
"You -"
Struggling. "Mels, killing him ain't gonna help!"
"Who the fuck is he kidding? Wishes die with their Wishers, every-fucking-one knows that!"
"True. That is why I have multiple Wishers. But L's wish would have included people not knowing that he died at the hands of a Wish."
Struggling. A body slammed into the ground. More struggling.
Breathlessly, "His final mental disintegration was probably from the conflict of our status as L's favourite heirs against L's desire to die at the hands of a worthy opponent. He had to do his best against us to prove he was worthy, but at the same time he must have known that L would never want us permanently harmed."
"STOP SAYING L WAS SUICIDAL!"
"He was." Wheezing, choked voice. "Any human would be, under that amount of responsibility and expectations. That's why Roger and the rest of the pool Wished for me."
"And they're not gonna be thrilled with either of us if you wipe him out."
Harsh breathing.
"Thank you."
"God. So we just killed Light for doing what L wanted him to?"
Casually, "Light probably wanted us to. If it helps."
"Fuck." Thud. "This is so fucked up."
A bitter laugh. "Welcome to our lives, Mels - you wanted the perfect companion, Roger wanted the perfect successor to L, and L wanted the perfect nemesis. And lucky us: we get to be what you Wished for."
A smooth whisper in his ear. "I'm what you wished for."
Choked gasps, rustling sheets. "No - we shouldn't -"
"You want to." Unnatural certainty.
A firmer voice. "We shouldn't."
A hint of impatience. "That's why you want to."
Sighing. Silence.
Movement.
Stifled moans.
A gentle murmur. "Would you like me to kill you now?"
A cry of release.
Panting.
"You should never have been made."
A shrug. "That's what happens when people override the safeties. We aren't supposed to be programmed until the Wisher is proven to be psychologically sound." Skin brushing skin. "As opposed to suicidal."
Defensive. "Clearly I'm not, or you would have killed me by now."
Bored. "I won't kill you until you want me to. You know that. You will want me to. I know that."
"...Will you miss me?"
"I'll be destroyed."
Impatient, "Obviously. Homicidal Wishes cannot be allowed."
"Murder-suicide pact. With a participant of one."
"Are you angry not to be considered a person?"
A snort. "Of course I am; that's part of what you want from me. You wanted a person whose mind equals yours, with all the social graces you lack." Softer. "You wanted a worthy opponent to destroy you."
"Do you want to?"
Distant. "It doesn't matter. I was created to fill all your wishes. I cannot act against my purpose."
"...What if my wishes changed?"
"They haven't."
"But if they did -"
Angry. "Then I'd break. I know your wishes. If I'm wrong, then the basis of my existence is destroyed."
Silence.
"It's time for you to leave."
A door opens.
"I will see you again soon, Light-kun."
A door closes.
Softly, "You don't want me to be wrong. You had me created to be your executioner." Pained. "It doesn't matter if I don't want to be."
*
Horror. "What - what have you done?"
"What I'm made for."
Struggling. Bones snapping.
Thud of knife in meat.
Gargling breathing.
Dismissive, "That's one of the loose ends tidied up."
"Wait..." Gargling. "He didn't... wish for... this."
"Yes he did, Watari-san. I am his Wish, remember?"
"No..." Desperate, "No, that's not- he wished - for a-an equal, a friend..."
"An opponent who could destroy him."
"No!" Coughing. "Having someone - on his level, it fixed the - suicidal -"
Sigh. "Only temporarily." Sneer. "This is why people shouldn't avoid the psychological profiling to see if their Wishes are healthy enough to be granted. But of course you knew better than them. If someone got hold of L's profile, who knows what they might use it for?" Hard laugh. "They might even kill him."
Footsteps away from the coughing. A dead weight being moved.
A kiss.
More footsteps.
"You needn't worry about his legacy. I'll keep going."
Gurgling, "Your... Wisher... is... dead..."
Tired. "It's not as if he wanted anyone to know he was suicidal. I'll play human."
Bitter. "That was his Wish."
*
"Mello. ...Matt."
"Hey."
"Why the fuck are you here?"
"Eloquent as ever, Mello." Shuffling. "We need to have the body cremated."
"What, so the nutcases can't steal it for holy relics or whatever?"
"Not precisely."
Metal catching on metal.
"What the - holyfuckingshit, are you fucking with me?! Psycho prettyboy here was a Wish?"
"Well, yeah." Shrug.
"'Yeah'?" Angry. "You knew about this?"
Impatient, "Of course he did. We can always recognise each other."
"...'We'? I mean, Matt, yeah, but you..."
"I have multiple Wishers. My primary is Roger, but given the circumstances it was felt that a pool of Wishers would be the - most sustainable arrangement."
"Wishers? You're a... fucking Roger, no wonder you always scored higher than me in the tests -"
"I am meant to be an unreachable ideal."
Snort. "You couldn't even match up to L." Pause. Suspicious, "He wasn't -"
"L was human." Sigh. "That was the problem."
"What, because it meant that psycho-Wish could kill him? Who even Wished Psycho-Pretty into existence? We'd better hunt them down, make sure there aren't gonna be any new ones sent after you -"
Reassuringly, "Not a problem, Mels."
"Why, you know who it was?"
"We know who Light's Wisher was." A beat. "L Lawliet."
Silence.
"You -"
Struggling. "Mels, killing him ain't gonna help!"
"Who the fuck is he kidding? Wishes die with their Wishers, every-fucking-one knows that!"
"True. That is why I have multiple Wishers. But L's wish would have included people not knowing that he died at the hands of a Wish."
Struggling. A body slammed into the ground. More struggling.
Breathlessly, "His final mental disintegration was probably from the conflict of our status as L's favourite heirs against L's desire to die at the hands of a worthy opponent. He had to do his best against us to prove he was worthy, but at the same time he must have known that L would never want us permanently harmed."
"STOP SAYING L WAS SUICIDAL!"
"He was." Wheezing, choked voice. "Any human would be, under that amount of responsibility and expectations. That's why Roger and the rest of the pool Wished for me."
"And they're not gonna be thrilled with either of us if you wipe him out."
Harsh breathing.
"Thank you."
"God. So we just killed Light for doing what L wanted him to?"
Casually, "Light probably wanted us to. If it helps."
"Fuck." Thud. "This is so fucked up."
A bitter laugh. "Welcome to our lives, Mels - you wanted the perfect companion, Roger wanted the perfect successor to L, and L wanted the perfect nemesis. And lucky us: we get to be what you Wished for."